Three years of trading ended up empty, the bus directly reaches Guangdong.
The child aspires to leave the hometown, working night shifts in the electronics factory.
Tears wet the pig trotters rice, swearing to earn a million.
At the end of the month, received two thousand five, opening contracts is just gambling.
Whose child cries every night, where are the gamblers losing every day.
After ten years of working, still a worker, gambled one night and stayed in the palace.
If the big pancake falls again, I'll buy in, trying to turn the tide but life is tough.
Eventually lost everything, can't hold on to the screws in my hand.
No matter how scary the factory manager is, it won't affect the power strip.
A bowl of braised beef noodles, after eating, still need to return to the assembly line.
Working on the assembly line for three years, enduring hardships to fulfill dreams.
Three years of hard work to earn money, saved eighty to ninety thousand before the new year.
Angrily told the factory manager about quitting, opened Binance without hesitation.
Diligently trading in waves, but ultimately was manipulated by the big players.
Looking back at the wild youth of the past, now living in a broken factory.
I once graduated in 2011, can choose any industry.
Originally thought I had no fate with the factory, who knew I would enter as a clerk.
Three years on the road of trading, the electronics factory is home.
