Thirty years ago, after my father died from a workplace accident, my second uncle, Su Zhaofu, showed up at our door carrying half a bag of rice. He tricked my mother into signing a blank sheet of paper and stole the job my father had left behind. With no choice, my mother had to move out of the factory workers' residential compound and take me south to work in a factory. In the end, she died of exhaustion at her sewing machine. Thirty years later, I became an entrepreneur returning to my hometown, responsible for acquisitions and mergers. The factory director of the company I am acquiring is none other than my second uncle.