Facing an uncertain future,

She gradually learned to endure.

Because she knew from the beginning:

She is not luckier than others,

And being impulsive

Is always easier than staying strong

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Spring in Shanghai indeed arrives earlier than everyone expects. A gentle warm breeze picks up at the beginning of March, allowing the masses to gently retire their heavy winter coats in favor of lighter outerwear.

With the improved weather, they can at last bid farewell to the cruel winter, return anew to the starting line, and stride into the beginning of a new year.

In the southern part of Pudong suburbs, there is a massive complex spanning both sides of the main road, covering a total area of 1000 acres. It is grand and impressive. Especially between the main buildings on both sides of the road, there are enclosed pedestrian bridges, with a row of huge advertisements hanging on the bridge saying, “My City, My Life: Freedom Horse.”

Xu Si first parks his new Lexus on the street, rolls up the newspaper at his side, and takes another look at it before throwing it to the backseat. In big, bold letters, the headline of the Finance section reads, “Sishui Municipal Textile Manufacturing, the controlling shareholder of Hongqi Group, plans to divide and sell Hongqi to external parties soon”.

He tosses the newspaper aside, opens the window, and looks out at the bridge. Workers are preparing to take down the billboard.

Xu Si drives to the factory, and just as he parks, he sees his uncle Fang Mojian emerging from the parking lot, followed by many workers and bosses of the apparel industry.

Fang Mojian is not surprised to see Xu Si, however he does not greet him publicly, focused on carrying on his conversation. Xu Si waits to the side casually, only following when he sees his uncle heading to the large assembly room on the second floor.

Fang Mojian glares at him. “Coming here in such a rush… just what are you plotting?”

Xu Si jokingly says, “I’m here to watch and learn.” Seeing Fang Mojian’s stern expression, he continues, “I’ve always been interested in the children’s clothing brand Little Red Horse from Freedom Horse, so I came here to take a look.”

Fang Mojian scolds, “Little Fox, I’ve known from the beginning you’re up to no good.”

Despite being seen through by his senior, Xu Si feels no guilt. Rushing here today is truly not to further any good agenda.