Chapter 7 Chapter 6 The opponent has a resource advantage, but I do not

A month has passed, and I have not been able to contact a business, and the money on my body has long been used up. This morning, when I was passing by Binjiang Road by bus, I saw a construction site in the middle of the mountain. Two excavators were digging, but I didn't see the transport vehicles. My intuition told me that there was an opportunity to transport the muck here, so I got out of the car immediately and walked towards the construction site halfway up the mountain. The construction site looks very close, but in fact, it takes a big turn to get there. It is not open to traffic. I walked along the simple road for more than an hour to get there.

I asked a master excavator about the construction site contractor, and the excavator master told me to wait, saying that the contractor usually arrives at the construction site in the afternoon. I sat on the stone next to the construction site and watched the master excavator "level the field" (when the construction site starts, the excavator is usually used to clean the construction site first, we call it "leveling the field"). The sun in late autumn was a little lazy, I sat on a rock and waited listlessly. In the afternoon, a white Toyota sedan finally drove along the simple road, and two people got out of the car, and they walked towards the office next to the construction site with their briefcases in their arms.

I hurriedly trotted and followed them into the office, and respectfully handed over business cards to them, explaining that I was here to contact the transportation business. One of them was wearing a jacket with four pockets. He looked at me warily and said impatiently that the muck transportation had been negotiated a long time ago and told me to leave immediately. This is the result I often encounter. As expected, I casually asked him where the scum yard was and how much it cost per car. He said, 180 yuan a car, the slag yard has not yet been implemented. I left the office in disappointment, and suddenly my heart moved: How can there be a price if the slag yard has not been implemented?

My heart is clear, this time I met a colleague. During this period of time, by contacting the muck transportation business, I found that there are actually many people doing the same job as me.No wonder, empty-handed, using other people's resources to make my own money, I am not the only one who wants to. I originally planned to call it a day, but thinking of the disgusting look of this colleague, especially the way he waved me out, as if he was a contractor, I decided to fight him.I stood around the corner in the construction site office, wondering how I could win the business. According to my experience of going to the construction site during this period, the transportation business of this construction site should not be contracted out yet, but it is just around the corner. For a broker like me, this is an opportunity that should go all out.

Just as he was thinking, he saw an off-road vehicle driving directly to the door of the construction site office, and a middle-aged man with a big belly got out of the car.My intuition told me that this was the real contractor, so I quickly followed in. The two people inside were handing business cards to the contractor, and the jacket with four pockets introduced another person to the contractor: "This is the captain Chen I told you about on the phone." The contractor politely invited the two to sit down, thinking that I was with them, and invited me to sit down too. Four pockets said: "He is not with us."

I quickly stood up, and handed a business card to the contractor, with a smile on my face: I specialize in muck transportation. The contractor smiled and asked me to wait outside first, and talk to me later. I had no choice but to back out, thinking to myself: It's okay, talking first may not necessarily have an advantage over talking later. Except for the sound of the excavator, the construction site is actually relatively quiet. I overheard the conversation of the three of them in the house from the outside. From the content of their conversation, we know that Captain Chen is the captain of the urban construction law enforcement team in charge of this area; and the four pockets are friends of Captain Chen.

Those who are familiar with the muck transportation business should know what the urban construction law enforcement team means to a construction site.If the construction site doesn't have a good relationship with this kind of people, you will be fined for a car when you go out - can there be any scumbags? And this person surnamed Chen is dedicated to fines. When I used to go to the construction site, I heard that many urban construction people contacted the muck transportation privately. Today I finally saw a real example. It doesn't make any sense to listen to it anymore. As long as the price is not too high, I can't win this business.

It turned out that I still wanted to fight with them, but I didn't expect that I was defeated before the fight. I encountered the legendary resource advantage. I suddenly remembered that at another construction site a few days ago, the earthwork boss and I had reached a consensus on the price, but the next day he paid a higher price to another person.It seems that there are more or less people with resource advantages in every construction site. I was walking back along the simple highway, feeling suddenly suffocated and sweating profusely. Is this the end of my muck hauling business?

I thought I had found a good way to get rich, but as soon as I started on the road, I saw a dead end ahead. I felt an extreme panic about the future. Looking at the time, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon, and this was the only way to go today.I simply found a rock by the side of the road and sat down to rest. My mind is in a state of unconscious chaos, and I can't tell what I'm thinking except a little restlessness. The phone rang suddenly, I looked at the number, it was my mother calling, I hung up immediately, and called back. My mother asked me what I was doing. I thought about it and said that I just finished talking with the client and it was fine.

My mother faltered a little on the phone, but I realized that she was short of money. I said, "I'll give you money if you're short of money, and I'll remit 1,000 yuan back to you tomorrow." The mother said happily: "How can I use so much, 500 yuan is enough. This is the money I borrowed from my neighbor when I bought fertilizer. It was originally agreed to sell the fat pig and give it back to others, but his family has an urgent need, so I had to come to you." gone." Mother explained on the phone, her tone a little embarrassed. After hanging up on my mother, I hurriedly called my brother and asked him to remit 1,000 yuan to my mother.The younger brother said that he only had more than 300 yuan in total, and the maintenance business was not good this month, and he even lost the 1,500 yuan I gave him.

I thought about it and said to my younger brother, "Then let's pay 300 yuan first." This is the first time in many years that my mother asked me for money.In the past, when I talked with my mother on the phone, I would ask her if she was short of money, and my mother always said no.After asking a lot, I knew that my mother would not ask us for money, she hoped that we would keep the money in our hands and start our careers.So sometimes even if I don't have any money with me, I will generously pretend to send money to my mother, knowing that she will refuse anyway. If it weren't for difficulties, my mother would never ask me for money. But as a son, I feel helpless when my mother needs help. This guilt makes me uncomfortable. We are five brothers and sisters. The three older sisters are married, and the younger brother has not yet married. According to the rural point of view, the daughter who married out of the house, the water thrown out, and the three older sisters are all "outsiders".My brother is four years younger than me, and he hasn't read much. Invisibly, I became the pillar of support in my mother's heart. But she didn't know that I, the pillar of the family, was so poor that I couldn't even make up the money I promised filial piety to give her. In her memory, I started a company with my younger brother after I left that listed company.She believes that those who start a company are rich, so she often tells my neighbors in my hometown: "My two sons are starting a company!" The pride is beyond words. I wanted to tell my mother that I was doing badly, but I really couldn't. My mother is in her sixties, and I don't want her to worry about it. On the stone beside the simple road, I sat quietly until dark.