One kind of soil can nurture a hundred kinds of people; there are always some who cannot find their appropriate place in life and, with the changes of the times... are weeded out.
At this moment, Liu JinXue was sitting in a small car, filled with dejection: Could it be that he really wasn't cut out for entrepreneurship?
He was one of those Agricultural University students with highly regarded degrees after the national college entrance exams were reinstated, and upon graduation, he was assigned an "iron rice bowl" job. It wasn't too bad at the time, but his personality was somewhat dull and in over ten years of work, not only did his graduating classmates surpass him, but even some of the juniors and juniors with lower educational qualifications gradually outperformed him, leaving him behind.
