There Are Factories in the South

In 2000, Chen Zhiyuan packed his borrowed 200 yuan into a green car heading south. He thought that Guangdong was full of gold. Only when he got off the bus did he realize that what was waiting for him first was a shady agent holding his ID card, an assembly line running in three shifts, and the lingering smell of dormitory sweat. From a piece-rate worker to a skilled worker, and from a skilled worker to a small boss, he spent ten years climbing up the ranks in the "world factory" with orders and hard work. In 2008, the financial crisis hit. The orders were all gone, the boss ran away with the money, and the credit account was ruined. Someone advised him: Run. He didn't run. How could a wage earner take his life back in his own hands in this hot land?