The Down Jacket Cost 88,000, and People Knelt in the Ancestral Hall.

On the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, I wore an 88,000 down jacket and returned to the ancestral hall where I was kneeling to borrow money. When my relatives laughed at me for saying, "Studying is not as good as marrying in exchange for a bride price," I shook off the tens of billions equity agreement. The ancestral hall was dead silent. But the real war has just begun. I set up a fair youth fund and sowed the seeds of new rules in the ruins of my hometown, but it instantly attracted more ferocious hunting. International capital slandered my "ghost signal" technology as "thought control" and launched financial attacks; the old local forces incited rumors, sabotaged projects, and even extended their black hands to my family. They wanted to use the dirtiest means to force me to hand over my future or disappear completely. Faced with this three-dimensional war that spread from the Davos Forum to the entrance of the ancestral hall, I did not flinch. I disclosed the technical ethics framework in a global live broadcast and reversely defined industry rules; in my hometown, where people's hearts are floating, I used iron-clad data and transparent procedures to regain ground inch by inch. They said I was cruel and didn't understand the rules. They're wrong - I know the rules better than anyone. I came back to smash the old rules that have been used for a hundred years with my own hands and build a new world where hard work can be seen and creation deserves respect. This is a battle to legislate for dignity and the future. At the end of the story, the strawberries my father planted for me in the backyard finally turned red after enduring the wind and frost.