The owner of Xinyuan Gift Box Factory was named Chen Xinyuan. He was forty-two that year.
He had started from nothing more than twenty years earlier.
With just over thirty thousand yuan saved from working for others, he had founded Xinyuan Gift Box Factory.
When he first opened it, the factory premises were a small rented house, and the only employees were him and his partner.
Even the machinery and equipment had been bought from other factories that had discarded them, after who knew how many previous owners.
More than twenty years had passed.
Under his careful management, Xinyuan Gift Box Factory had become a locally known business with an annual output value of over ten million yuan.
That achievement was insignificant on a national scale, but in a small place like Yu County, it was quite impressive.
Xinyuan Gift Box Factory brought Chen Xinyuan at least three to four million yuan in net profit a year, and the income was extremely stable.
After years of accumulation, his net worth had reached sixty to seventy million yuan. He had long since joined the ranks of the wealthy.
However, he had never considered moving to a major city like Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, or Shenzhen.
The connections he had built over the years were all in Yu County, in both government and business.
Rather than become a nobody in a big city, he would rather be a wealthy "Brahmin" in a small county town like Yu County.
Over the years, Chen Xinyuan had cultivated connections everywhere, and life had been smooth sailing. He was riding high.
The only thing troubling him was that his daughter, Chen Jia, who was attending high school, had developed depression over the past two years.
Although he had spent a great deal of money actively seeking treatment,