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In 2012, we first stepped into what seemed like a traditional yet vast industry—wooden box hardware. At that time, the market was busy. We received nonstop orders for wine gift boxes, jewelry packaging, memory boxes, and handmade wooden boxes.
At the beginning, our workshop was small—only a few hundred square meters. We had just five or six people, and only a handful of simple machines and tools. Those were years of literally “earning a living through sweat and time.”
Workers routinely worked late into the night, and we ourselves kept watch on-site till exhaustion. Our hands were full of splinters, but we all believed the future was full of hope.
Over the years, our processes evolved from purely manual to automated cutting and assembly. We upgraded from domestic to imported equipment, and saw profits increase every year.
Our original small team gradually grew to over fifty people. At our busiest, we operated six production lines at once. During peak seasons, we worked late into the night just to keep up with all the orders and shipments.
Because of this business, we were able to start families, buy our own homes, and support our parents. Making wooden box hardware became the foundation, the pride, and the source of income for our entire team.
But things changed too quickly. In recent years, stricter environmental regulations led to wood shortages and soaring costs. Customers shifted towards paper, plastics, or composites, and our old techniques soon found little room to innovate.
Orders decreased, profits fell, and parts of our workshop sat unused. No matter how good our equipment was, we felt stuck in a useless situation.
Our team worked with dedication, but we still couldn’t change the outcome. It like a hero trapped on a battlefield with no purpose. It seemed that a single tide of industry change would wipe out thirteen years of experience.
By 2025, reality had pushed us to the wall. Our accounts could only cover three months of expenses.
The banks kept calling us about loans. Even our most loyal salespeople began looking for other jobs. “If you can’t figure out a way, we’ll have to part ways,” Lao Zhao said to us twice, half-joking, half-serious.
During that time, we happened to attend an industry exhibition. Wooden and paper box makers pushed themselves to the corners.
In the center of the hall, high-end aluminum cases took the spotlight. We stood there, quietly stunned for over ten minutes—streamlined aluminum cases, portable medical and instrument cases. All of them were more modern and high-tech than any wooden box we’d ever touched.
An industry expert shared their thoughts. They believe that in the next five years, aluminum cases will become popular for premium packaging. This is similar to how people once favored custom wooden boxes. With your experience, why not consider switching tracks?”
The idea of “aluminum case” instantly pierced our minds. In the next few days, we worked hard on research. We asked other manufacturers for advice.
We visited factories. At night, we even dreamed about how to take this step.
The gap between the dream and reality was huge. Our experience with woodworking tools and methods does not easily fit into this new area. We also have knowledge of supply chains and sales channels, but they are not directly applicable here.
But we dared not, and could not, wait any longer.
In wooden box hardware, skill mattered, but people could “make up the difference.” In the aluminum case industry, a single machine could cost as much as a small apartment.
In the spring of 2025, we gathered all our savings. With determination, we ordered our first set of equipment.
This included a CNC laser cutting machine, an aluminum bending machine, precision welding tables, and a surface treatment line. The total was nearly two years’ worth of factory profits. Most of the money came from loans. Our families gathered, and handing over the deposit made us all sweat.
The day we signed the contract, our families felt shocked. At home, our wives and parents worried all night, asking, “Are you sure? What if this doesn’t work? What about the children and parents?”
Outwardly, we promised we could make it work, but deep down, we were just as anxious. Even our workers felt anxious—some quietly asked relatives, “What is the factory doing? Are we betting it all?”
All their concerns and anxieties fell together on our shoulders.
Once the machines arrived—installation, debugging, training—everything was connected together. At first, we assumed “switching tracks” was just skill improvement, but the reality was re-learning everything from zero.
Our senior woodworkers had strong skills, but none of us knew CNC or how to read technical drawings. The first test batches had split weld seams, burnt edges, and warped boxes.
Some workers even complained quietly, “After all these years, we’re back to being apprentices—might as well go sweep the floor!”
Under pressure, we started learning again. During the day, we followed skilled technicians. At night, we watched online courses. We also practiced on aluminum sheets ourselves.
With no one to consult, all we could do was learn by costly mistakes. Sometimes, we would make five or six prototypes in a single day, only to throw them all out as waste.
At one point, a young technician who tried working for us left after two weeks, saying, “This factory isn’t going to make it. You guys can’t produce industrial-grade products.”
What was even tougher were the doubts from families and friends. Our parents feared we’d lose the home, our partners pleaded with us not to gamble everything. Relatives called with roundabout warnings about scams. Even old friends told us to give up: “You know wood, not metal.”
Many nights, we were alone in the empty workshop with all lights on, sitting quietly by the machines. In those moments of deep doubt, we wondered whether we’d ruined the factory, our families, and all past efforts.
Manufacturing is a game of cash flow. In the aluminum box business, mold opening and failed process attempts made our already tight funds stretch even thinner.
The bank wanted us to pay back our loan. Our families needed our support at home. In the shop, we had to pay workers and pay our suppliers. Each day, the balance shrank.
Sometimes, a customer gave us a small order, but when we didn’t finish on time or made mistakes, they kept canceling the orders. One time, we poured enormous effort into preparing fifty sample boxes, hoping to win a project.
The client quickly noticed the wrong sizes and surface problems. We felt so embarrassed that we couldn’t say anything and just smiled awkwardly.
The client patted us on the shoulder and said, “You’re brave, but your technical standards just aren’t there yet.”
To make things even worse, in early July, we rushed to secure an order and prepaid for aluminum stock. Just three days later, the market price dropped.We lost tens of thousands instantly. For days, we couldn’t eat, and we hid our worries from our families. At night, we drank cheap liquor to calm ourselves.
For days, we couldn’t eat, and we hid our worries from our families. At night, we drank cheap liquor to calm ourselves.
But as long as we didn’t fall, there was still hope. During hardship, we learned to ask for help and collaborate. We asked bigger factories for advice, found cheap help, and offered installment payments to careful suppliers. At last, we got a little breathing room.
An old woodworker on our team refused to give up. He even used his own savings to help buy materials and said, “Boss Yang, you got us this far. I’ll trust you again this time!” That nearly brought tears to our eyes.
The factory was busy late into the night—no more “punch the clock and leave” attitudes. Everyone knew this struggle wasn’t just for orders or money. It was for our lives, our dignity, and what we believed in.
Half a year later, our first batch of truly integrated aluminum cases passed mini-production client inspections. That day, we and our technicians stood just outside the workshop till sunset, enjoying a sense of satisfaction we hadn’t felt in years.
The client texted us, “You didn’t just deliver boxes. You showed us how strong a private Chinese business can be.” We read this message over and over, using it to encourage ourselves through many hard moments.
The mood of the team slowly changed. People started researching and improving on their own, discussing case construction after hours, and often proposing new assembly ideas. Client feedback began to improve.
Of course, there were still troubles: supply out-of-stock, workers not yet skilled, small client cancellations, or equipment breakdowns. But facing these, we were no longer paralyzed. The team learned to wear the pain of “starting from zero” as a mark of honor and brotherhood.
No one else can completely understand the pain of transformation. Sometimes, we grit our teeth and stay quiet, hiding our hopes in the next day’s work. Sometimes, we push ourselves to keep going, relying only on our stubbornness and a small hope for the future.
We believe hard times will pass, and good days will come if we keep going.
We put our hardships and courage into every aluminum case and let them shine.
