Fuxingli

On the edge of the old factory area in the west of the city, there is a husband's house in Fuxingli. My name is Qian Chuanzi, also known as Chuan Chuan. I am the second landlord and the building manager of this building. The year we took over, the building lost three properties and half of the wall came off. I moved in with a wrench in my hand and was able to hold on to this old building that was about to collapse for a hundred chapters. In the building there is the micro-business queen who earns RMB 100,000 a month selling enzymes, Hao Jian, a programmer who wears dinosaur pajamas and writes code, Uncle Zhou who holds a balloon on the rooftop every day to catch the energy of the universe, Aunt Yue'e who pushes the envelope whenever she opens her mouth, and Fu Zai, a young tenant who chases balloons. From a notice to cultural tourism listings, to neighborhood festivals, to Yue'e becoming Aunt Zhou - everything is the excitement of my poor mouth. This building is not a tourist attraction, but a home; this group of people is not traffic, but life. If you want to ask if Fuxingli is still there, I say yes because no one inside has left.