I liked reading very much when I was a student, and now I still have the habit of reading and reading newspapers. No matter how busy or tired I am at work, I will insist on reading more, which provides a great spiritual motivation for my success.This is a book that makes me cry just thinking about it. Guangdong is a very magical place, countless people have come, countless people have left, countless people have come, gone, and come again.Many people's dreams are born here, many people's dreams die here, and even individuals disappear.In a huge city, the loss of a life is by no means worth more than the dead body of a dead cat in the trash can.

I mean, the original intention of writing this book is not to show off, not to lie on the sofa after "success" and pick your teeth, and burp a few times.On the contrary, there are many things in this book that I don't want to mention. If I had been a few years earlier, I might have cried because of the memories.I am not a sissy, I will be sad for the wind and snow at every turn, on the contrary, I am a strong person.In Guangdong, there is only one ending for a man who is not strong enough, and that is to pack up and get out, wherever he came from, where he is going back to.If you have doubts about my words, let me tell you about my general situation in the first three years after I first arrived in Guangdong:

In the first year, I had no money to go home. In the second year, I was in the "Economic Times". When I returned home in the third year, my mother had gray hair, and my father, who was repairing bicycles, had lost all his hair. One of the parents has diabetes and the other has heart disease. My brother lost a lot of money after the car accident.I had a relative who was the principal of a school in the town at the time. He was a very respectable person, and he had some "connections" in this poor country.There is a saying that goes, "If you are poor, no one cares about you in the busy city, but if you are rich, you will have distant relatives." So after I graduated from university, my family hoped that he could help me find a job to earn a living, preferably as a teacher in school.Seeing my father humbly begging him, my heart seemed to be blocked by a huge rock.It was too difficult to ask for help, so I stopped my father and told him that I didn't want to be a teacher.I secretly made up my mind that I would rather die outside than go home.

My father is a car repairman, and he often left a stack of ten-cent bills at home. Every day when I went to school, I would draw 30 cents out of it for "premature" (eat breakfast), never taking a penny more.Later, maybe seeing that I ate a lot, the children had to develop their bodies, so the money increased from 3 cents to 50 cents, but I still only took 3 cents, because I know how hard it is for my family to make money. Since I was a child, I hated those who have money in their families. If they have money in their families, they can bully others.But I don't like that, so I suffered a lot of beatings. A bone in my right hand was broken by them.It can be said that I have a natural repulsion to those people whose family background is relatively affluent.Until now, if a person comes from a poor family, he can draw a lot closer to me.

My parents are the most ordinary parents in the world. They are afraid that their children will cause trouble, and they are afraid that their children will have accidents. When I was young, some classmates in my class died because they went to bathe in the Yangtze River.We are a "land of fish and rice", dotted with lakes, all of which are tributaries of the Yangtze River.There are many lakes, and there are many fish. There are many incidents of drowning due to bathing and fishing in the river.Among my classmates, only one fell into the water at first, and then rescued, but was dragged into the water continuously, and it became a tragedy.The drowned body will not be able to float to the surface for a while, so there will be small boats patrolling back and forth, looking for it with five-claw iron hooks.The parents of the person involved cried to death by the water, fainted several times, and begged to die.If Gein's body is not found on the same day, it will be carried downstream by the flowing water, and it will stink and rot in a hidden place, and it is unknown.When it was almost dark, as soon as the anchor sank, someone shouted: Here!Followed by heart-piercing howls...

My parents were very afraid that I would die too, and they were very strict with me.Their idea is very simple, that is, let me go to a random village and become a teacher, get a salary of three or four hundred yuan a month, do tutoring in my free time, and subsidize my family.This is of course a way to make a living. I believe that with my ability, I will be able to achieve what I want sooner or later, but I don't want to live like this.I said I wanted to go out, but they stopped me and wouldn't let me go. I asked, "What's the point of doing this? If I don't leave, what can you offer me?" Of course there was nothing, so I had to let me go.

In the countryside, as a son, I actually did pretty badly because I wanted so much to stand out.I remembered the "five principles" I saw in a book before: don't think; if you think, don't say it; if you say it, don't write it; if you write it, don't sign it; Don't be surprised by anything. I am a poor boy born and raised in the countryside, but I have loved to argue and think since I was a child, which directly led to my running away from home after graduating from university.According to the normal life trajectory, I should stay in the countryside, find a stable job with a monthly salary of 700 or 800 yuan, marry a wife and have children, support the elderly, watch "News Network" on time at 7 o'clock every night, and be artificially set off by the small climax at the party Tears filled my eyes.

I don't want to live like this, but many people hope, at least my parents are like this.They should have set five principles for me since I was a child: don’t think about it; if you think about it, don’t shout; if you shout, don’t take it seriously; if you take it seriously, don’t just walk away; , don't be surprised. I set three principles for myself: I am not a teacher; I do not enter the factory; I don't ask for help. I am very firm on the first principle, because I myself graduated from a normal school, and I am already disheartened about education.The school I graduated from was one of the three types of junior colleges in the country (later upgraded to a higher degree), and the admission score was very low. It is conceivable that there are mixed people, and all kinds of people will flock in. Most of them just want to get a college degree. certificate.With such a "great ideal", you can imagine how wonderful campus life is. They don't look like future teachers at all, and spend their parents' money doing messy things all day long. Be a teacher by example on the podium.

When I was in my junior year, I had a twilight relationship with a freshman girl who was not very successful.We were young, frighteningly immature, and didn't think carefully about the issue. Later, we were bound to break up. In the end, the reason she gave for breaking up was that her home was not in the local area, so "it was impossible for us".This ex-girlfriend later found a husband who also worked in Guangdong, earning 1,800 yuan a month, and couldn't afford a house, so she wanted to divorce.At that time, I was already a dog, and she complained on the phone, saying that she still missed me very much, could she remind her of an old relationship and lend her some money so that her husband could buy a house.Or, just divorce and live with me.

I was thinking at the time, when you were in college, you thought the place was too far away (actually, it was just two counties in one city), but now that I am in Guangdong, you would throw yourself into my arms instead.Such a woman is absolutely not acceptable, good horses will never turn back, let the past go, maybe I am really unfeeling.I also look down on her man. If I don’t have money to buy a house, I can think of a way, but throwing my woman out like a hawk and exchanging my body for money is really a bad idea. These things have affected me a bit, but not deeply. In fact, the reason why I don’t want to be a teacher is because I think this profession is too poor and my social status is very low.It may have been better in the past two years, but it was like this when I just graduated.

In addition to not wanting to be a teacher, I also don't want to work in a factory.In Guangdong, the meaning of entering a factory is to carry your bedroll and become a cheap labor force.It's not that there is no possibility of promotion, but the process is difficult. Men have to wield knives and guns, and women have to sacrifice their looks. It's not easy anyway. I have several relatives who worked in factories when they were young, and were laid off when they were old, and lived in low, damp, dark houses.There are four or five people in the house, the house is only more than 20 square meters, and the vertical structure is like a huge harmonica.The only "welfare" is that you can buy clothes processed in the factory at a low price, nothing else.I don't want to live a life like this. I grew up poor, and after graduating from university (although it's not a good university), I don't want to live the old life anymore. Coupled with the relatives and friends around me who are teachers and workers, it is difficult to have a happy life.This had to frustrate me and had an impact on my outlook on career choice. As for not asking for help, it is a matter of character. I am a very noble person with strong self-esteem, and I will never bow down in front of acquaintances. During college, I thought about what my future might look like. I stayed in that normal university for several years, talked about "Love at Dusk", played "Sunset Red", but also did some meaningful things.For example, I worked as a tutor, opened a cram school, and sold computers, and made some money through these.Computers were still relatively rare at that time, and the profit of assembling a computer was relatively considerable, but I didn't understand these things at first, I only knew that I was going to make money from it.For this reason, I went to the Computer City in Wuhan specifically to track down those businessmen who were engaged in the computer business.For example, where they got the graphics card, where the chassis is the cheapest, and who is the first-level agent can be found out through tracking.Sometimes when the follower is hungry, he just eats a bowl of hot dry noodles and continues to follow.In this way, after more than ten days, the entire process of the computer business, who to buy which parts are the most affordable, will be fully understood. I was a small official in the school at the time, so I called the class cadres and asked them to promote the purchase of computers in the class, saying that "their cousin" is engaged in the computer business in Wuhan, and they can enjoy discounts when buying from them, and they will be given four or five for each computer. A rebate of one hundred dollars.In this way, I have earned the "first pot of gold" in my life, knowing that I have a business mind.At that time in school, there were not many people who were trying to make money like me. Ninety percent of the students were waiting to find a job as a teacher after graduation. The remaining ten percent, half were in business. Half are in politics.This experience also laid the groundwork for my future life. Of course, in any case, there are also places worth remembering in college life.When I was a student, I was very naive. In a class, there were eighty or ninety guns. If you put your scalp together and could eat a box lunch, you were a brother.But stepping into the society, everything changed.I know a few alumni who are also from the Chinese Department. They began to fall in love in college, and the little mandarin ducks fell in love with each other.After graduating, he went to Guangdong with the wave of migrant workers. He didn't have much money. When he heard that his former classmate had a fortune, he rushed to join him.Living under the fence and relying on others, it is natural to flatter, but it is despised by those who make a fortune.I once heard a good classmate tell me about these things proudly, and asked me, "Do you know how they begged me?" Then he said contemptuously, "Just like a dog." I have observed some alumni who "fly to prosperity" after graduating from the university. I used to think that the campus is a pure land, and it is the only one in a person's life.The kind people and good brothers you meet on campus may change in society; the best people you meet on campus may become an upright person in a few years.However, after working hard outside for so many years, I realized that what a person was like before, soaked and melted by society, he still looks like. I liked reading very much when I was a student, and now I still have the habit of reading and reading newspapers. No matter how busy or tired I am at work, I will insist on reading more, which has provided a great spiritual boost for my success. The website of New Zealand's "Otago Daily Times" once published an article titled "China's Future Behavior Is Still Unpredictable", which was written by David Shambaugh, an expert on China issues in the United States.Mr. David Shambaugh delivered a speech at the University of Otago in New Zealand on the topic of "China's Global Identity: A Schizophrenic Superpower".In his speech, Mr. David Shambaugh did not think that "as China becomes more and more integrated into the international community, its future behavior may become more and more like Western countries". "In fact, he will become more and more like China, rather than like the West." My classmates, former college alumni, are the same as this country.What kind of person they were in college, bitter, mean, indifferent, tender, kind, tepid, etc., ten years later, they will still be such a person, not only that, but also doubled. We have never lacked dreams, what we lack is to pursue, persist and cherish dreams.Only when you keep approaching it actively can it be possible to reflect into reality. January 1, 2000 sunny I have been a worm for a long time, and get along with them day and night, and I seem to have realized some ways to be a worm: lower your posture, and eat the leaf that your mouth can reach first. When I was young, the teacher once asked in class: "What do you want to be when you grow up?" I rushed to answer, and the teacher nodded in anticipation.I said: "I want to herd a flock of sheep on the hillside." Before the words fell, the whole class was already giggling and laughing.The teacher pointed to my forehead with a delicate jade, and scolded me: "Others want to be scientists and engineers, but you want to be a shepherd!" I retorted without knowing the severity: "Teacher, if everyone If you don’t herd sheep, where can you find mutton skewers?” The whole class laughed again.The teacher blushed with anger and said incoherently, "You, you, you worthless thing!" Really, I really wanted to put a group of pure white sheep on the hillside, ride a tall white horse, run around the flock of sheep freely under the blue sky and on the green grass, and shake the sheep whip in the air rattle... Later, of course, I failed to become a shepherd. In my hometown, there were no pastures for grazing, and there were no flocks of sheep floating around like white clouds.I got a mediocre job in the city, lived like a bug, and made friends like bugs.What's more, I fell in love with bugs. When I was at home, through the open door next door, I often gazed enviously at my neighbor, a middle-aged couple who are not unusual in this city.The husband teaches in a middle school, the wife stays at home as a housewife after being laid off, and the only daughter goes to school in other places.Their favorite thing is to cuddle up to each other and watch TV, watching one channel after another intently, discussing with each other and guessing the plot.Sometimes, when the husband gets tired of watching, he buries his head in his wife's arms and falls asleep soundly.Sometimes, the wife gently presses down on her husband's head and pulls out a shiny white hair for him.Sometimes, when they looked at each other, their eyes would naturally look at each other for a while, and then they would smile together understandingly.The details of the lives of these two bugs, in my opinion, have a mysterious and warm power. I have also met some people with lofty aspirations, their heroic spirit of "looking northwest and shooting Sirius", the glorious dream of "wearing a hundred thousand guan, riding a crane to Yangzhou", and their pursuit of becoming an official , It sounds so heart-pounding.However, no matter whether they are successful or not, without exception, they always make their lives complicated, or they are extremely tired, or feel lost and desolate, which is not as good as the bugs. When God arranges a village, a well must be built, and worms have their reasons for existence.I have been a worm for a long time, and get along with them day and night, and I seem to have realized some ways to be a worm: lower your posture, and eat the leaf that your mouth can reach first.