The story begins on January 4, 2016. On this day, our family's treasure was born. By a remarkable coincidence, he was born in the same month, on the same day, and at the same hour as me. Becoming a father in middle age, I was overjoyed. Business was pretty good back then, primarily in corporate gifts, dealing with Japanese companies. Japanese firms are known for honoring contracts, paying on time, and having strict quality requirements.
I remember that night, sitting in a taxi on my way to the hospital to see my wife and the baby, I noticed the driver was quite old, probably in his sixties. I deliberately asked him in Shanghainese, "Master, driving so late? Shouldn't you be retired?" The driver replied helplessly, "No choice. My child is still young, just started university. Need to help with his tuition fees."
His words struck a deep chord within me. It made me think: by the time my child goes to university, I'll be almost seventy. Business couldn't possibly stay this good forever. Right then, I made up my mind. I wanted to land a big order, to secure my child's future and education. However, man proposes, God disposes. From that point on, I embarked on a road of no return!
…To be continued