The credit card is maxed out, the online loan is overdue, and the wife is divorced.
On my thirtieth birthday, I became a cripple. My mother was diagnosed with cancer, so I gave her the last money I borrowed and ran away.
I got drunk and woke up on a stowaway boat bound for a war-torn country. He was sold to carry bricks at a construction site, worked like a dog every day, and was fed worse than a pig.
But they all forgot-I used to open a beef noodle restaurant in Jincheng. Kneading noodles, pulling noodles, and mixing soup, as long as these hands still have breath, they can live on a bowl of noodles.
When the shells fell, I ran away.
In the abandoned city of Iraq, a dilapidated "Chinese Beef Noodles" took me in. Until someone came to collect protection money, I put my hand into the hot noodle soup and looked at them - no money, but only a life. Which one do you want?
