Chapter 16 Fifteen, Mahayana

Editor-in-Chief Wang Feng: See you. The cold comes and the summer passes, the white horse passes by, the green mountains are still there, and many old ladies have aged. Before I knew it, from September 2009 to September 2010, I wrote a manuscript for the Chinese version of GQ and you for a year .During this year, you lived at the front of the scroll, and I lived at the end of the scroll. We met each other twice. There were many people, little wine, and no detailed chats.In this year, working, writing, and living, in fact, there are surprises every day, and I will chat with you on the anniversary.

1. work My sister has been in the Bay Area for the past 20 years. She knows a Chinese-American elder sister who was born in San Francisco’s Chinatown. She is in her forties. A Tsinghua student studying chip design. At the beginning of 2008, this eldest sister, behind her husband's back, bought five houses in the Bay Area with bank loans, all with zero down payment, all interest-free for the first three years, and free decoration. In February, my sister joked that the back of my neck felt cold, and I was not far from a collapse.Three months later, the economic crisis came. From the middle of 2008 to the beginning of 2009, one of my clients was the largest oil company in China, and saw the price of oil drop from nearly 200 dollars a barrel to 40 dollars; another client of mine was the largest shipping company in China, and saw the decline of the Baltic freight index 90%; my largest customer, the production of dry cargo containers accounts for 60% of the world's market share, and all dry container production lines have been shut down.The CEO of this client told me: "Feng Tang, in the past three years, if we hadn't worked together on limited diversification and related diversification to forcefully reduce the proportion of dry cargo container revenue to 40%, this time we would not be able to make it through." I said: "It's one of the few things I've been proud of doing at McKinsey."

In the middle of 2009, the decision to leave McKinsey and join an old red-chip group was made very quickly. I didn’t use PPT, Excel, or Access. After joining this red-chip group in mid-2009, I soon discovered that the work took longer than before, almost no weekends, half the salary, and a hundred times the original wine.The original thought of sleeping for 7 hours a day, standing for 10 minutes, walking 1,000 steps, and reading 10 pages of "idle books" has once again become a luxury.However, I seem to be learning every day, experience every day, amazed every day, and rarely feel bored.

There are often two vomit bags issued by Air China in the briefcase.I heard that it is a good thing to be able to vomit after drinking too much, and the wine sobers up quickly and does not hurt the liver.Some comrades around have a high level of vomiting, can separate the wet from the dry, can spit out the wet wine, and leave the dry food.I can not.Once I vomited violently, the facet joint of my left jaw was twisted, and I couldn't open my mouth for a week. 2. Writing During the Spring Festival of 2009, the bookseller who promised the electronic copyright submitted the manuscript of a new novel on the last day of 2009, talking about the Zen monk in the early Tang Dynasty.After joining this red-chip group, I would have a meeting every day, a meal of wine, and exhausted my mind. My buttocks were all over the place, and the manuscript was naturally unfinished.He thickened his skin and negotiated with the publisher that the manuscript would be delayed for another three to six months, and his advance payment could be refunded to him.Bookseller Renyi, it will be good to write it by the end of 2010.After reading the email, I shouted in my heart, there are good people in the bookseller.

In October 2009, a friend of mine named Miao Wei did a very unreliable thing. After writing press releases of more than 3,000 words a day for 20 years, he became the deputy editor-in-chief of "Sanlian Life Weekly" for many years. After that, I shyly wrote seven novelettes of pure literature and art, and published a collection of novels called "Unless the Soul Claps and Makes Songs".He asked me to write a preface, and the last sentence of that preface was: "There is a small fire in my heart, and my body is half a foot off the ground. Don't be an ant, don't be a god, and be a writer."

On a weekend in November 2009, I went to Zhuhai to attend the 8th National Youth Writers Association.This year's Writer Award has bonuses. When I won the award five years ago, there was only one certificate, and society has improved. The topic of the conference is Writing Back to the Edge of Thought.The person who wrote the question said that now, too many articles are written with feet, hands, and buttocks, and few are written with brains, guts, and tailbone.Everyone has to speak, and I briefly talked about the reasons I think: "First, it's not because of the expression itself. For the expression itself, you can't use too much effort. What should be shaped has already been shaped, and the one that is crooked , It’s too late to correct it now. Second, the possible reason is that I didn’t think clearly and didn’t understand the details. My other skill is strategic management consulting. Whenever I hear people say, “The situation is too complicated, I can’t explain it clearly.” Most of the time, I can conclude that he didn’t think clearly. The article is similar. Third, looking at the source, most of them didn’t think clearly and didn’t understand the details because they didn’t have experience and life. Personal experience is far greater than second-hand information. The monk in the mountain said that he realized the worldly affairs, picked them up and put them down, and he was not miscellaneous at the time, but he didn’t fall in love afterwards. I don’t believe he can.”

3. life Before I joined McKinsey in 2000, I made a wish list. Assuming I had time, I listed the things I wanted to do. This list includes: go to Anyang Yinxu to stay for 100 days.Learn Oracle.After reading "Twenty-Four Histories".reread.Be a monk for a year.Quit working and finished writing five novels that I owe God behind closed doors.Accompany my mother to go to Mongolia.Play mahjong with my dad for three days.Rewatch the dragon again.Re-use the M6 ​​and develop black and white photos by myself.Re-learn acupuncture.On cloudy days, I went to the operating room to help with gynecological operations and so on.

In July 2009, before I joined this red-chip group, I looked at the list and felt very excited. I thought, maybe I finally have time to at least partially realize the wishes on the list. In the great heat of 2010, I took another look, and the list was still there, and one item was not short. I bought a B&W earphone, hypnotized before going to bed, and listened to the "Diamond Sutra" recited by a friend.Her handwriting is correct and her scriptures are recited calmly.Waking up in the middle of the night, the moon outside the hotel window is huge, bigger than a steamer, bigger than a street lamp, bigger than desire.I suddenly thought, if I don’t work for a day, I don’t eat for a day, and I try my best every day, if I can save the 500,000 people in this red-chip group from detours, see the bridge when meeting the water, see the road when meeting the mountain, see the Buddha and kill the Buddha. Ancestors kill ancestors, and everyone lives a decent life. Is it also a kind of Mahayana?I suddenly thought again, I brutally squeezed my energy, wrote a novel in two or three years, under the sun, circulated for hundreds of years, helped people who read it break down fences, despised life and death, massaged the heart, and got rid of twists, whether Is it also a Mahayana?In the end, I thought, you, Wang Feng, run a magazine to give a kind of interest and righteousness, and make the lives of millions of people better. Is it also a kind of Mahayana?

Summer is coming and autumn is coming, there are still many years after the anniversary, I wish you a long way, cool. Feng Tang