Xu Chunmei, who graduated from a technical secondary school, worked on the assembly line for five years, repeating the same actions day after day. Until the factory closed down, she stood at a crossroads with a meager severance package - should she continue to look for another job, or take a gamble and do it on her own?
I don't have a high degree of education, no background, and I don't even know what to do to start a business. She could only start by setting up a street stall, selling socks and pancakes. She was chased by the urban management and ostracized by her peers. But the vitality of a weed allowed her to squeeze her way through the cracks.
From street stalls to small shops, from small workshops to registered companies, Xu Chunmei stepped on every pitfall and swallowed every mouthful of cold rice. How can there be so many glorious counterattacks in this world? It's just ordinary people gritting their teeth and turning bitterness into sweetness.
Novel style?:
A realistic entrepreneurial article, partial to group portraits, no golden fingers
The heroine is down-to-earth, has market wisdom, and also has the cowardice and hesitation of ordinary people.
Focus on describing the struggles of small people under the tide of the times, such as physical stores being impacted by e-commerce, betrayal of partners, etc.
The emotional line is light, the main line is career growth
Opening sequence?:
In the workshop with roaring machines, when Xu Chunmei counted the thousandth screw, the team leader suddenly threw her work badge in front of her.
"The factory has collapsed, so we won't be able to come tomorrow."
When she squatted downstairs in the dormitory and burned her work clothes, the firelight illuminated the calluses on her lips. Twenty-eight years old, with a savings of 12,000, some friends in her junior high school friends showed off their new houses and their children, but she only had one plastic bag of unsold socks - the inventory she secretly set up a stall last month.
Her mother cried on the phone: "I told you to get married, but you didn't listen!" Xu Chunmei said nothing and put the phone under her pillow. The night wind blew in, and the plastic bags clattered, as if they were mocking or applauding.
Intention: Continuous self-improvement