There Are No Men on the Way to Seek Buddhist Scriptures

On October 15, 2008, it rained for the first time since autumn in Hangzhou. Twenty-six-year-old Tang Xiaozhen stood on the seventh floor of an old office building, looking at his emptied workstation—the computer was gone, the drawers were gone, and even the palm-sized rattle he brought from Yiwu was gone. The entire floor was as quiet as a cemetery, with only the boss's office door still closed. She opened the door and the boss handed over a piece of paper. She didn't cry. She folded the paper, stuffed it into her pocket, and walked downstairs into the rain. What she didn't know was that nineteen years later, she would stand in the hall of the New York Stock Exchange and ring the bell. At that moment, her company's market value exceeded 10 billion. But that was much later.