The Years I Worked in Shenzhen
In 1997, at the age of 17, I carried 300 yuan and went alone from my hometown in Hunan to Shenzhen in the south.
With no skills and no temporary residence permit, I was chased by the security patrol, rejected by factories, went hungry, and hid in a graveyard for the night.
From a penniless country boy to a sewing machine operator in a handbag factory, and in the end, I seized the opening of the era, opened a shop, bought a house, and gained a foothold.
I have tasted the bitterest hardship, seen the most realistic human hearts, and fought through the most desperate youth.
This is not a power fantasy; this is the most real survival of migrant workers who made their way to Shenzhen.
Dedicated to all of us who struggled and fought in Shenzhen and never admitted defeat.
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