Du Ru stood at the front gate of Beijing's First Cotton Textile Factory. An old man sat at the entrance, staring intently at the stranger as if he were a thief.,"Don't give me that," the old man scoffed, glaring at her. "You're too young to be so cunning! I've been watching over this gate for almost twenty years now, and I know Dujuan, the daughter of the deputy director, since she was a little girl. You're trying to pull the wool over my eyes!" he declared...,After a while, Lao Zhou came out of the security room. Facing Du Ruo, his face softened.。