In the heavy rain, I knelt barefoot in the mud, begging my family to gather tuition fees. Driven to desperation, the young man Cheng Lidong squatted into the muddy water, put rain boots on my feet, and even helped me pay the rest of the tuition. Later, I worked my way up to become the chairman of a heavy industry group, but my benefactor had vanished into the passage of time. At the thirty-third-year class reunion, I finally learned that he had been plotted against by his relatives, making a living guarding a meat stall. I never dared forget his kindness, and I stepped forward to help him clear away the haze, take back his paternal family's factory, and continue writing our story.