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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.,"Grandpa, Du Weimin is really my father. I'm his son with his former wife. I lived in the countryside before.",Lao Zhou's eyes held a hint of sympathy as he pointed to the north side of the textile mill:。