金蟾老祖

Returning to 1979, he became a youth who had returned to the city, drifting through life at the Red Star Factory’s security office. A six-square-meter room, wrinkled clothes, socks that smelled like salted fish, and a monthly salary of less than twenty yuan... Ning Weidong made up his mind: he could not go on like this. He set a small goal for himself: first, land a position as a section chief. From now on, call him Section Chief Ning at the factory.