Fengming Jiangchuan

In 2007, Jiangchuan City, the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, a small year. It rained for three days and nights. Seventeen-year-old Chen Fengming knelt in the sewage, holding his sister who had a fever of 41 degrees Celsius. There was only seventy-eight yuan and sixty cents in his pocket, the light in the emergency room was on, and no one at the pay window raised his head: "Pay the fee first." No one knew that this girl, who had not even finished junior high school, would build China's first 500-ton special crane fifteen years later. No one knew that the sister who almost died on a rainy night would become the top automation expert in the country and hand-write the control codes of Chinese cranes. From collecting junk at a scrap depot, to being apprentices at Demao Lifting, to founding "Shuangfeng Heavy Industries"; from earning 80 yuan from a hand chain hoist, to winning orders for fifteen ports in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River - these sisters have carved a bloody path in the world of steel. There is no golden finger, no system, no noble person descending from heaven. There are only a pair of hands soaked in rust, a heart that refuses to accept fate, and an industrial city that is waking up. When the core technology was choked by others, they developed it themselves; foreign brands were strangled at low prices, but they fought hard to carry it out in a value war; no one dared to pick up the 500-ton special crane, so Dafeng said: "Who is born to dare?" This article is adapted from the experiences of real people. The prototypes of "Dafeng" and "Xiaofeng" in the story are a pair of self-made sisters. Their youth was drowned in the smell of rust, but they picked up the backbone of an industry from the scrap metal pile. This is not a cool article. This is the story of a group of Chinese craftsmen, who bent down and gritted their teeth, and walked out of the mud step by step.