Rebirth 1992: from Stall to Business Tycoon

In 1992, I became the bane of my family. The golden rice bowl of the state-owned factory was shattered at the drop of a hat. As a technical backbone, I became the first batch of laid-off workers. My mother was bedridden, and the whole family was counting on me, but I couldn't even raise the three hundred yuan as a bride price, and the wedding fell through. When I was desperate, I took the green train south with only 300 yuan in savings and an old-fashioned sewing machine. Others go to the Special Administrative Region to hunt for gold, but I just want to survive. From the frozen factory areas in the north to the scorching streets in the south. Using a pair of scissors, I started by modifying Hong Kong fashion for others, looking for shimmer between fabrics and stitches. Soon, I partnered with someone and owned a three-foot stall in the noisy wholesale market. We imitated, improved, and innovated, but when our business was just starting to pick up, we encountered betrayal by our partners, money being taken away from us, and imitations were hunting down us... It is said that this is an era of boldness and gold everywhere. But I know that the real gold is not in the huge profits from speculation, but in every inch of solid fabric, in every trustworthy transaction, and in getting up again with dignity soaked in sweat after every fall. This is a craftsman's business war, and it is also an honest man's journey. When the tide of the times roars, I, Chen Jianghe, will use the needle and thread in my hand to sew my own empire and mend the glory and dreams that belong to our generation.