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Section One
I am a professional internet stirrer-up. Our industry is even more chaotic than the entertainment circle. In our industry, you will never see the truth. The tricks and cases in our industry are always so eye-catching. All online publics are merely tools for us to make profits. I am already 26 years old this year. I am really tired of this disheartening industry, and this year I returned to my rural hometown and withdrew from this industry.
Over these few years, I have done too many immoral things. Now when I look back, I sincerely feel that there was nothing meaningful. They were all about speculating and deceiving others' money. I want to repent. I want to start anew and do something truly meaningful to compensate for my wrongdoings. When I watched "Sword Rain", I cried. The screenplay was written so well. The screenwriter must be a professional stirrer-upper in this industry; otherwise, they wouldn't be able to write such a script. After watching this movie, Beijing Whirlpool Washing Machine Repair Phone Number, I realized that life can have a new beginning. Then, can I have a new beginning?
I was born in 1985 and started wandering in society after high school graduation. It was 2004, and my family was very poor, with no extra money for me to receive higher education. I was 19 then, and after graduation, I wanted to make money. Unlike others, I didn't want to work because working could only earn me so little money. I had an idea at that time: to sell our village's eggs in the city.
At that time, there was still a significant price difference between the village and the city. There was a profit of 2 cents per pound. I had planned it out. I asked my family to buy me a motorcycle. I would focus on this business. There were many vegetable stalls in the city. At that time, I was quite familiar with a kid who sold vegetables there. He told me that they bought their eggs from the villages around our area. They would go there every few days to transport them over. They all said it was tiring and they didn't want to continue doing it. Moreover, during transportation, the eggs had to be wrapped in several layers of cotton blankets; otherwise, they would easily break.
At that time, I thought, why don't I open a stall? I won't just supply them but also sell on my own. Selling to them would give me a profit of 1 cent, while selling on my own would bring me a profit of 2-3 cents. However, this plan fell through because my family strongly opposed it. They told me, "You should go to school. No matter how tired your father is, he will support you."
I cried at that moment. I said I wanted to make money. I am someone who cries easily, especially in front of my parents. My father got angry and, holding a stick, asked if I would go. I said no, that I wanted to make money. My uncle ran a taxi in the county town and could earn 100 yuan a day. I decided that once I made enough money, I would also run a taxi.
Later, I decided not to go to school anymore. Although my parents disagreed with me selling eggs or running a taxi, I could do other things. A few days ago, I heard that one of the college students from our village couldn't find a job outside and returned to the countryside to become a full-time farmer. Now, he carries a hoe every day, completely losing the demeanor of a scholar.
Later, my cousin said, "Just follow me." I didn't think much about it at that time. I just wanted to distance myself from my family. Once I had money, I would come back and show them whether I was right or wrong. My cousin had a storefront in Guangzhou, doing wholesale business in mechanical parts. My job was simple: helping customers place orders and pick up goods. At that time, I fully devoted myself to this industry, thinking that I could definitely achieve something big.
At that time, I met many bosses. They gave me the impression of being elegant and interesting. In my understanding, bosses should be greedy and lustful. I am a standard second-generation poor person. Since childhood, I've been educated that rich people are synonymous with madness. They would stop at nothing for money. We had a TV in the village chief's house, which was black and white. It broadcasted shows about wealthy people scheming against each other. In my perception, their money was all improperly earned.
During this period in Guangzhou, the people I interacted with gave me the impression of having good awareness. During conversations, they seemed very interesting. Some had broad minds, talking about topics from all over, seemingly covering everything. There was an older brother who did regional agency business. My cousin told me that this older brother was one of his biggest clients, with extensive networks and social resources. This was the first time I heard the term "network."
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Section Two
Our family was very poor. When I was a child, every household in our village raised pigs. In the countryside, this was very common, and they were directly fed waste from the latrines. When I was young, I was most afraid of using the toilet because the pigs were underneath. They would lick your bottom with their tongues. At home, we only had money to buy a few pounds of meat during the New Year. As a child, I often sneaked food from the table after guests left. At that time, it felt so happy.
I like eating meat and drinking alcohol. In Guangzhou, my desire to make money became even stronger. The people around me were relatively of a higher level. In my eyes, they made money too easily, just needing a few people to do what needed to be done, but I felt that if I did it, I might not be able to.
For a while, I drank with a boss from another stall. I am a very opportunistic person. Whoever has money, I get close to them, and whoever doesn't, I keep my distance. At that time, I said I would treat him to dinner one evening, and the boss readily agreed.
I told him that I had the idea of starting my own business. The boss told me that I was still young and shouldn't take on such a big business right away. If I really wanted to start, I could do some service-related work. Most of the people around me were stall managers. When they shipped goods, they needed many things, usually buying them themselves, such as packaging boxes, packing machines, sealing tape, or woven bags.
Similarly, if there were more trucks in the market, an employee might have the idea to start their own business providing insurance for these trucks. Because everyone was familiar with each other, naturally they would buy from him. And now, if you were to start this kind of business, since you are familiar with them, and it indeed facilitates their shipping process.
Later, I started doing it, and it was really easy, just as the boss said. At that time, I tested it out with small items first, like woven bags, sealing tape, paper boxes, and packing items. I began running around in nearby areas, from commodity wholesale markets to bankrupt factories. That was the first time I felt the joy of entrepreneurship. At the time, my daily income was around 100 yuan, which now seems miserably low, but back then, it was extremely satisfying.
Our market was the Guangzhou Baiyun Machinery Parts Wholesale Market, with about 2000-3500 stalls. Every day, some stalls went out of business, and some new ones opened. At that point, I thought, why don't I take over one myself? But my cousin didn't agree. He said it wasn't because he didn't see potential in me. Right now, you are managing a stall, and your current role is akin to being an employee. If you take over one, you won't be able to handle it.
At that time, I thought he was blocking my path. I was very familiar with various aspects, and if I were to do it, I wouldn't need much capital to develop. Many "yellow cows" (informal freight forwarders) make a living by leasing a car to deliver goods to customers. If I were to do the same, I am confident I could succeed.
A stall is just for display purposes. Customers need COD (Cash On Delivery), they don't care where the goods come from, as long as they can be delivered to their homes. What I do is deliver the goods to their homes. Whether the stall exists or not is irrelevant.
At that time, I was very frustrated. More and more elderly women in Guangzhou started competing with me for business. I truly admired them. These grandmothers, all former scavengers, were incredibly tough, only caring about petty gains. According to them, making money is the main goal. On one hand, I was reluctant to compete with them, and on the other hand, I felt I had accumulated some wealth and didn't need to engage in these small trades anymore.
Later, I invited my boss brother for dinner again. I called him Brother Pang. He told me that I wasn't ready yet. He explained many things to me, including some of his failed cases, giving me a vague sense of an atmosphere—those who make money big don't necessarily do big things; those who do big things often live painfully. Among ten shops, five make micro-profits, three make profits, and two incur losses!
If you open a store, you need to consider many things—not just delivering goods. For example, how to deal with competition, how to manage expenses, how to operate in the market, and what to do if you find it unsustainable. Your cousin is right not to let you do it because he knows you can't handle it.
I trust Brother Pang quite a bit because I feel his commercial thinking is good. Initially, I invited him for dinner partly to learn more and partly because I felt he was worth befriending, and our personalities matched. Later, he told me that what moved him most was that I paid the bill immediately during our meal. This detail made him see me as a promising individual.
Actually, what I mostly wanted was respect. By treating others, I gained self-respect, letting them know I wasn't someone who only took. Many people ask me the same question: when poor and rich people eat together, who should pay the bill? My opinion is that the poor person should definitely pay!
Rich people's mentality is that they won't actively help poor people. When the poor pay the bill, they're actually buying self-respect and opportunity. If your monthly salary is 800 yuan and you spend 700 yuan to treat a rich person to dinner, you're about to become rich yourself. Most people at that moment would think the rich person should pay because they have money. This is why most people remain poor.
Later, I saw some people selling旺旺大礼包(Wang Wang Big Gift Packs). I bought a few and gave some to Brother Pang, keeping the rest for myself. Brother Pang asked me where I bought them. I said I got them from the auto parts market. A truck carrying Wang Wang Big Gift Packs had a flat tire and couldn't deliver on time. They also couldn't afford to fix the car, so they had to sell the gift packs. Each pack was 22 yuan, non-negotiable.
Brother Pang told me that this was just a tactic. The wholesale price for Wang Wang Big Gift Packs is between 10-12 yuan. He could help me get them. It was almost New Year's, and people were starting to prepare holiday gifts. Brother Pang told me I must do it because others were doing it, proving that the market was viable. A truckload was sold out in one day.
I trusted Brother Pang very much. I had about 20,000 yuan at the time. Brother Pang said he would invest, but any profits would be mine. He was just investing, not partnering, but he could help me get a truck.
We first went to the building materials market. We bought about 3,000 packs. The truck was a rented small truck costing 300 yuan a day. I found a large broken tire from the auto parts market for 10 yuan. There were three of us—me, a friend, and the driver. We swapped the broken tire onto the truck in the auto parts market and drove to the building materials market, creating the illusion of a flat tire.
Then I started shouting, selling each pack for 20 yuan, non-negotiable. If you liked it, you'd give me 20 yuan; if not, no problem—you could buy or not. I sat on a stool wearing shorts, eating bananas, saying I couldn't afford to fix the car and was clearing out to go repair it.
Anyway, it was a well-known brand, and everyone knew it from CCTV advertisements promoting it for the New Year. But not many knew its actual price—that's the reality. Many people rushed to buy, fearing they'd miss out. I told them I'd stop selling once I had enough money to fix the car, urging them to hurry if they wanted to buy. People kept saying "Okay, okay."
Many bosses bought dozens of packs at once, saying they were distributing them as employee benefits. Later, when I said I wouldn't sell anymore because I had enough money, people went crazy, insisting I continue selling. Many shoved 100-yuan bills at me, grabbing six or seven packs and leaving without a word. I smiled inside, knowing I had bought them for 10 yuan each. In the end, not a single pack was left!
Victory here!
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Section Four
Every day, over 200 people played on the private server. There were many registrations, but only about 100 people stayed. At the beginning, Li Jun told me not to rush for profit, just play for a few days. He would inform me when it was time to monetize. Then he went on with his own business. Those days were pretty enjoyable. I logged in several times a day to check how many people were online in the backend. With each refresh, I saw more people joining. It felt great, really exciting. I started to feel that this thing might be more successful than I initially thought.
Since I had money, I began spending extravagantly, quitting my job. I loved showing off and enjoyed conversing freely at the dinner table. During that period, I rarely cared about money because I had been poor for too long, fearing others wouldn't know I had money. I was indeed a nouveau riche.
I love eating meat and hadn't eaten much when I was young. During that time, I indulged in eating excessively. Alcohol was always with me. I loved the lifestyle of eating large portions of meat and drinking heavily. I cut ties with my former classmates because I thought they were too naive. Making money is far better!
Why bother going to university? After graduating, you still have to find a job, work for several years before getting a permanent position, then get married and have children. Maybe by the time you're in your thirties, you realize you've never indulged in life. I'm different—I like indulging, enjoying the feeling of wasting my youth. I was 21 years old, had a decent amount of savings, and discovered that the more I spent, the more money I seemed to have, because it was spent on myself and my friends. I love drinking with my friends, enjoy making friends who are stronger than me, and if someone is much weaker, I wouldn't recognize them even if beaten to death because I feel they have no value to me.
Children from rural areas have significant inferior traits, which I won't deny. I was a troublemaker when I was young. There was a river near our village with a water-powered generator. I and a few kids from the village would sneak into the generator and steal parts to sell for money.
The light bulbs in our village never lasted a month without being destroyed by our slingshots. As children, we often waited by the roadside and threw stones at passing vehicles...
I disliked bathing because I never developed the habit growing up, and later, I simply never formed the habit. Although I don't smoke, I love drinking, especially with friends. Men from humble backgrounds are the easiest to corrupt. On one hand, it's because they've been poor for so long that once they have money, they discard some people around them and indulge in decadence. Children from rural areas, having endured hardships, can withstand anything, making them highly suitable for entrepreneurship!
Because children from rural areas are accustomed to hardship, they tend to succeed easily in entrepreneurship. I am a child from a rural area, so I won't criticize rural children. I am objectively evaluating the group of men from humble beginnings based on my experiences. We must first recognize our shortcomings to target improvements and adapt to our current living environment.
Continuing with my story about the private server website, it was super smooth. Li Jun helped me become an administrator of the private server site, known as GM. Through the administrator, I bought and sold equipment, posting trading information on the game page daily. At that time, there were over 1500 regular members playing the game. Every day, I sold different equipment priced around 200 yuan. Buyers would contact via phone, transfer the money, and then I would send the equipment. Li Jun told me to use black cards to avoid legal issues.
At that time, I was dismissive. There are so many people in the country doing this; what could possibly happen? Li Jun told me to be cautious. While running the private server, making money was insane. I had an idea: if I ran multiple servers, what would happen? Currently, my private server is managed by Li Jun, but if I asked him to help set up more, would it multiply my income?
Li Jun told me theoretically it would, but that's theory. The logic is simple; this isn't something one person can accomplish. If you hire people to do it, they'll likely all leave because employees earn only about a thousand or so yuan. Once they return home, they can easily set up their own and make money by selling memberships. Setting up such games is simple nowadays; anyone can do it.
Li Jun taught me a lot about the internet. He told me there are many ways to make money online, and running private servers is just one of them. Similar methods include earning ad fees from Google ads, monthly ads on portal sites to promote services or products, or generating traffic to promote things.
Promoting oneself through advertising is just one small aspect, but it filled me with curiosity about the internet, as if it were an unexplored virgin land.
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Section Five
I like analyzing others' psychology when I do things. If it's a profitable deal, probably everyone would jump on it. But if something, according to your understanding, can succeed and isn't viewed from a layman's perspective, it's likely not feasible because in a market economy, it's not what you say that counts but what your customers say.
My idol is Shi Yuzhu. He likes analyzing others' psychology when doing things. For instance, in supermarkets, he has strict requirements for his product placement and packaging. He ensures that Brainwhite Gold is placed prominently on shelves and adds a handle to the packaging box, giving the impression that it can be easily carried as a gift for elders. This has led to Brainwhite Gold's enduring success in China's health supplement market.
What left a deep impression on me was a middle-aged man driving a BMW selling items for 10 yuan each. He was filmed by a passerby and later featured on CCTV. The man sold over a thousand items in a day, with a profit of over 2000 yuan. Initially, he helped factories clear stock, but later, seeing the opportunity, he began conducting similar activities in different cities and bustling areas, earning astronomical figures daily.
Once, at a vegetable market, I saw a tofu seller collecting over 2000 yuan in half a morning. The boss was a young girl who smiled at everyone. Later, I asked her where she sourced the tofu. She said they made it themselves. I asked when they planned to start a company. She laughed and said, "How did you know? We indeed plan to."
I increasingly felt that making money involves many things around us that are easy to overlook, like selling tofu, which surely yields substantial profit. Thus, I began paying attention to things around me. Seeing counters in supermarkets, I wondered how much they made daily,