Not a CEO, but a Sister-In-Law: Back to 1992

When she died in seventy years, she was holding a copper thimble in her hand. In her previous life, she worked all the way from a small northeastern town to Guangzhou's Thirteenth Industry, and built a clothing empire from scratch. She didn't owe any money to outsiders - only she knew that the real debt she owed in this life started from the 888 yuan marriage when she was eighteen. When I opened my eyes again, in 1992, I was in the tailoring class of a vocational high school. The betrothal gift is still the same amount, and the Sun family still has the same face. This time, she cut the red silk in public and took away only a Butterfly sewing machine. No system, no space, Golden Finger only has a pair of hands that have been cutting cloth for fifty years. He made his first money by altering bell-bottom trousers, and gained a foothold by altering clothes in a dance hall. A tin workshop only hired women that no one wanted—female workers with severed fingers, and runaway wives. Others were reborn as CEOs, but she didn't. She works as a sister tailor: with a roomful of sisters and a pair of scissors, she creates a clothing empire.