Chapter 12 Chapter 12 Self-Evaluation: What Is My Greatest Charm

I'm not a person who loves to be serious, and I often feel the need to remind myself: don't be too serious.But I later discovered that every time I do things a little better than others, it is because I am more serious than others.And after persuading myself not to be more serious many times, I will regret why I didn't be more serious at that time.I know it is necessary to admit and accept some shortcomings, but I still get annoyed by them.This annoyance is roughly the basic driving force for me to move forward.As the leader of a company, I think its greatest charm is to dare to do it.

You can do things that others can't do, so that others will convince you. I work as a supervisor in a Korean company, and Koreans look down on me, so I showed them the third place in global sales, learned Korean in half a year, and they looked at me differently. Another thing that makes me very proud is that shortly after I entered the logistics industry, I got a very large customer. That client is an American, and we cooperated with a very large logistics company before. We are a small company in China. In the past, it was simply impossible to grab such a client. But I don't believe in evil, dare to do it, and insist on poaching this client. I call him overseas every day, sometimes all night.

I don't talk to him about business, but only about trivial matters in life, such as what to eat and what to drink. My spoken English was already very good at that time. He was on the other end of the phone and couldn't believe that I was Chinese. Chinese people don't have that kind of spoken English. After a long time, I told him on the phone how I started my business and started from scratch, which moved him. Because he is also from a poor child, a poor child who came out of a farm, and there are poor people in the United States. After listening to my story, he was moved by me. After two or three months of chatting like this, I asked for his MSN, then used MSN to talk, and then got it.

This incident seems unbelievable to many people. A wage earner with no background actually pried off the nerves of Americans.You know, he has been cooperating with major international companies for a long time, and he has never been unhappy. According to common sense, he should not be poached by me. The reason for this situation is probably because I am more persistent and like to be more serious. I'm not a person who loves to be serious, and I often feel the need to remind myself: don't be too serious.But I later discovered that every time I do things a little better than others, it is because I am more serious than others.And after persuading myself not to be more serious many times, I will regret why I didn't be more serious at that time.I know it is necessary to admit and accept some shortcomings, but I still get annoyed by them.This annoyance is roughly the basic driving force for me to move forward.

He later told me that he didn't believe I was Chinese, not only because I spoke very well, but also because I kept saying sorry on the phone.He believed that the Chinese would not admit their mistakes, even if they killed him. I said, "I'm a little different from other Chinese people. They don't admit their mistakes, but I will." The Chinese have a tradition of "not admitting mistakes". When something goes wrong, it is often passed on to the subordinates.In this way, over time, we have developed a habit: talking nonsense. Anyway, the emperor is gone, and there is no need to behead him if he says something wrong, and he doesn't need to take responsibility.Foreigners are very familiar with this habit of the Chinese, and they know it well, so a teacher who teaches philosophy once said this to his students:

Some of you are going to be lawyers, some are officials, some are soldiers, and what I'm saying won't be of any use in any way to the skills you're going to train.But one thing I can assure you, after this class, you will always be able to see when people are talking nonsense. This American customer is very big, and I poached it from a well-known company, so it caused a lot of shock in the industry. They couldn't figure out that a partner they had worked with for so many years was actually poached by a small Chinese company, so they began to investigate me. How did I know this?Because one night, when I was walking back from get off work, I felt someone following me, sneaking around.

I bent down, picked up a brick, held it in my hand, and asked: "Who are you? If you don't explain clearly, I will throw it out." The man came out and said: "I am from a headhunting company. The company whose clients you poached sent me to investigate you and invite you to their place, and the treatment is many times what you are now." Only then did I know that I was being targeted by a headhunting company, and the results of the investigation surprised them. They also did not believe that the person who did this was a Chinese. In ancient China, there is a story of "Tian Ji's horse race". He let the worst horse in his hand run with the best horse in the opponent's hand.On the surface, the worst horse must be dead. I think I am the worst horse, but I will not sit still. I want to compete with the best horse. It is hard to predict who will die.

I pay more attention to the wisdom in life. "Kangxi Dynasty" and TV series like this will give me some inspiration, such as what kind of overall situation an emperor should have, and why a rough man like Li Yunlong can lead the team to victory. Also read "Animal World", the survival of animals is actually very cruel, if you don't want to be eaten, you must have a superior skill, it's the same as life and death in the business world. Of course, I also read some professional books, books on management, which are needed for work.I also read foreign literary works in order to understand the customs of foreign countries and interpret the thinking of foreigners. In fact, I am still preparing for doing business.

I also read biographies, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, I like to read Zeng Guofan, what kind of decisions he made in that special historical period, and what factors influenced his thinking. I buy books for my employees every month, such as "Square and Round", "Send a Letter to Garnett", "Details Determine Success" and so on. The average monthly cost is 700 yuan. At most one time, I bought more than 3,000 yuan of books, which filled a taxi. I am selective about the books my employees read, and I will not expose them to negative or radical things. Very negative things will make them decadent, and too aggressive things may give me trouble.

I can't let my people become dull, instead, they have to be wise and keep a clear head. Although the book I bought may not be of great help, I believe it is useful. I don't build a library reading room, it's just a show and has no practical significance.I distributed the book to the employees so that they could read and learn by themselves.I am born in the 1980s, and I have inherited the "fine tradition" of loving learning. The post-80s generation is a group that is slowly taking the lead. I am a post-80s generation myself, and there are many post-80s businessmen in the business world around me.Even so, there are still very few businessmen born in the 1980s who can rely on their own efforts to fight hard.

I have seen a lot of cases where women with sugar daddies use the network (or funds) of successful old men to make money while selling meat.This is the most common.If you are a man, you can find a rich woman, eat soft food, and do some sneaky things. I think that if you don't have sugar daddies and rich wives, you can make your career bigger and stronger. I used to know a very successful businessman born in the 1980s. His success was based on a certain foundation. His father was the boss of a large state-owned enterprise in China. With a strong background and a network extending in all directions, it is difficult to think about success. It is true that having a rich dad is a good innate advantage, which can shorten your struggle by several years or even ten years.However, we cannot rely too much on this kind of luck. After all, the "second generation of officials" and "second generation of riches" are still a minority, and most of them still have to follow the trajectory of ordinary people to survive. In this world, the richest person is the prince of the Middle East, but Bill Gates has become a role model for everyone, why? The reason is simple, the prince's wealth is inherited property, and people like Bill Gates are a model of success through their own hard work. Dazzling wealth may be envied by everyone, but no one refuses the happiness of prying open the door of treasure with both hands. Even so, people like Bill Gates are still a minority.So we see women who make money while selling meat, and men who steal chickens and eat soft meals with rich women, sometimes people have to bow their heads to reality. Compared with those successful businessmen born in the 1980s, I certainly have shortcomings and flaws. For example, courage is incomparable with a rich and powerful boss. Others can come back if they lose, but I can’t. Every penny I earn is my hard-earned money. There are also communication skills. The "second generation of officials" lived in a specific environment since they were young. When they mature, they will be more tactful and able to handle various relationships better. This is incomparable to the poor children who lived in the countryside since childhood.Money can decide many things. what is money Money is shit. Of course you can't say in public, "Money is shit." But this sentence is my instinctive evaluation. My understanding of money has gone through different stages. When I was studying, I hated money.I have a very stubborn temper, and I am not afraid of anyone in fights, but those children from rich families, because they are rich and can use money as bait to make people beat me.I was beaten a lot as a kid, so my attitude towards money was one of hatred. When I was young, my views on money changed. I thought it was good to have money. If you have money, you have everything, and if you have money, you have value.My dad repairs bicycles, and there are often piles of tencent bills at home. I take 30 cents from it every day to buy breakfast, and I never take more, and I never steal money from the family.Because I know the hardships at home. Until now, I have developed the habit of not spending money randomly, spending what should be spent, but being very frugal with myself.For so many years, I have only a suit of clothes, a pack of cigarettes, and nothing of value.I saved the money I earned, and I can't buy a house for the time being. The housing prices in Guangzhou are very high. A house costs more than two million yuan, and the down payment is more than six hundred thousand yuan.If the money is withdrawn, the company's liquidity will be problematic, so I can't take this risk. I save money for another purpose, which is to treat my parents. They are old and need surgery for their chronic diseases, which requires a lot of money.If I don't go to earn money, how can I do surgery?The more money I make, the more I prolong their lives, which is a very real problem. So you say whether money is important or not, of course it is important. Up to now, I have come through ups and downs, and I don’t want to make some money anymore, I’m tired. And I will take out the money to do some good things, donate to the church, support out-of-school children, I am doing what I can. People live in the world, and it is difficult to distinguish between happiness and pain.So I just want it to be genuine.The real day has begun, and it is better to spend it seriously. Heavy rain on August 3, 2011 I often think that if I were a soldier, I might die early, not because of poor marksmanship, but because I always like to charge at the forefront in battle, and it is natural to die.The moment I was shot, I fell down, and I clearly saw the trees, grass, and blue sky around me, and bloody hands touching my AK.At that moment, I especially missed my hometown, my parents, and my relatives.I called my mother and father, my sister, my hometown, and slowly closed my eyes.Everything is gradually blurred, my body is slowly getting colder, and I sleep forever in this strange land with a smile on my face.My comrades-in-arms took my body back to the Martyrs Cemetery to bury it. Several years later, when grass grew around my grave, some young pioneers came to sweep the grave, and their teachers would tell them that this was an unknown martyr. The Republic gave its precious life today, and I am honored for that commentary.And at that time, my parents and relatives who didn’t know that they were separated from me were still waiting for me to return home safely with their eyes wide open. If I was born in the 1960s, I would wear a small red armband, chanting quotations from Chairman Mao fanatically, insisting on the so-called ideals every day and engaging in crazy literary and military struggles.Destroy the four olds, get rid of the four evils, criticize forests and Confucius, and honorably serve as a small leader of the rebel faction.Finally one day, time passed, and I was buried in dust by history.Maybe, because of my bad background, I will be criticized by the people every day, my home will be ransacked, my head will be shaved, I will wear a tall hat, and I will be chained by a group of Red Guards in the streets and alleys. Parade.Bow your head to the people every day to admit your mistakes, go home to accept criticism and re-education from the organization, live like a dog, without dignity, without personality, without everything.Until one day, I couldn't go on anymore and ended my life with a belt in a warehouse.It is not easy for a person to live, and it is even more difficult to give up life. At that time, you will have to linger like a dog, suffering from both mental and physical torture, but you can't figure out why you were born in this era.That has to give me to live like a dog too. If I was born in the 1970s, I would have been sent down to the countryside, where I would be remolded by the poor and lower-middle peasants.In the countryside, I learned how to transplant rice seedlings, farm, harrow, and harvest. I was with the educated youth every day. Because I couldn’t eat enough, I went to steal the corn and dig the sweet potatoes from the villagers.Maybe put on a dog fur hat, take a bamboo stick, and take a broken bowl to beg along the street.For such a sorghum cake, I began to perform with my educated youth friends on the street with a broken voice.In the evening, we can still get together and chat.Living in poverty, you can drink a bowl of fried peas and two bottles of Erguotou to the point of fainting, and have fun while suffering.Occasionally, I also like to open my favorite books and look at what I want, especially after a day's work, it feels great to be able to absorb that bit of nutrition bit by bit in the faint candlelight. enjoy.Been a farmer for a few years, and just when I thought I'd be farming here my whole life, the policy changed and we were going back to the city.I put down my hoe and took off my cotton jacket and trousers.Holding the dilapidated book all night, I stayed up night after night, and when I was hungry, I read, recited, and carried it silently with the corn bread and the yellow muddy water.I was admitted to the university and became the first batch of college students in the university.I worked hard and got rewarded. I finished college hungry and got my diploma. At that moment, my tears would flow down, and the world was blurred. If I was born in the eighties, I caught up with Planned Parenthood.The fortune teller said that the child's fate is hard, because my parents were punished because of my birth, there are already many brothers and sisters, and the poor family is even worse.Although my childhood was short, I took foreign paintings with my friends, shot glass beads, and shot birds with a slingshot.He was punished by the teacher for being late for school.After school, I even grabbed a water snake and put it in the teacher's teacup, waiting to see the next day's good show.Go home, take off the keys worn around your neck, take out the cold dishes and rice at home, soak them in boiling water, and you can make up for a meal.When you are full, you can play happily, roll the hoop, and never feel the pain of life.When I see other people's children eating sweet ice cream and drooling enviously, they can always turn around coolly and say, what's so delicious!Studying, I caught up with the education reform, three plus two, three plus x, when I didn't know what career I would like to do in the future, I didn't know what arts and sciences I applied for, and then I realized that many things in school need to be memorized by rote. My hope is slowly dying out.I was depressed, I was hesitating, looking at the worrying wrinkles of my parents, I also secretly vowed to go to a good university.I once imagined being a high-ranking official to satisfy my parents' wishes, but in fact I couldn't do so.During the few years in college, I was depressed about the future and didn't know what to do. Maybe I was an ordinary teacher.When I entered the society and became a social youth, I realized that the shit in school was worthless, and I had to start all over again. I have packed my bags and came to this bustling big city in the south. I can live in a village in the city, can survive the period after period of harassment by bedbugs and mosquitoes, and can squeeze into a room of less than eight square meters with three companions. In the damp rental house, you can drink tap water with red worms swimming in it, and you can use three steamed buns and a pack of mustard for one day's rations.In order to save two yuan for the fare, in this big city, for a subsistence job, I walk with blisters on my feet every day.Insist on eating only the cheapest Guilin rice noodles for three or four months until the smell makes me want to vomit. After a day, I feel tired and tired.It was especially bad when I found that I had only five dollars in my pocket, no rent money, no ration money.In order to survive, she put down her face and dignity, went to restaurants to wash dishes, stood on the street to hand out leaflets, worked as a part-time job in McDonald's, stole other people's junk in the middle of the night and took it to the waste collection station to sell, and sat on the roof every night watching With the dense lights of this strange city, I imagined that one of them would be my own in the future. A few years passed, the chances were terrible, I failed, I became an ordinary wage earner, my monthly income was not enough to pay my parents' medical expenses, and seeing my lover's tears, I broke up cruelly.Time tested my patience, and eventually my beliefs were completely defeated.Pack your bags, get on the train home, become a temporary worker, end your lifelong dream, marry a wife and have children at home, and live an ordinary life.Respecting my parents at home, raising my children, family reunion, quarreling with my wife in the kitchen every day for daily necessities.Looking at the corners of her gradually wrinkled eyes, thinking of her parents' serious illness and no money for medical treatment, and thinking of her child being ridiculed by children because of her poor family background, I feel very guilty. A life of wimp and guilt. There is another possibility, I persevered, God finally favored me, because of my continuous struggle, he was willing to give me a chance.I cherish it very much. I have learned to brag and flatter, to flatter, to intrigue, to arrange contacts from all walks of life, to talk to people, to talk nonsense.At work, I can still study with unfamiliar English textbooks; after get off work, I am still reading professional books in the company and sorting out customer information; at night, I can still drag my tired body to accompany a group of customers.It was raining in the middle of the night, and I was drenched. On the way home, I staggered and vomited while walking. When I got home, it was already two o'clock in the middle of the night, and I found that I was about to vomit blood from my stomach.He had a high fever, and sometimes he would lie alone at home and burn for three or four days, until the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and he would not wake up.If I was lucky, I was dragged to the hospital by the 120 office to get a bottle, and fell asleep until I pulled out the needle at nine o'clock and continued to work. In a few years, with my ingenuity and perseverance, I set foot on the land of the United States. I can speak fluent English, Korean and Japanese to direct the work of people from all over the world. I gradually became the boss of a listed company and started to work again. Started his second venture.I have my own car, my own house, my own foreign wife, and children of mixed race.When I returned to my hometown, I realized that my parents had silver hair, leaning on a walking stick tremblingly, standing at the door with dizzy eyes and asking me who I was looking for?With all the guilt and years of bitterness and tears, father, mother, son, I am back.I knelt down in front of my parents for a long time, begging for their forgiveness!