I Didn't Want to Give UP
农笑非 2 Nov 2008:
When my brother learned about the 10,000 yuans
contract, he was also overjoyed - he never saw such a large
amount of money. That night, we cooked two hot and spicy
dishes and bought a bottle of wine, toasting to our success
and planning next moves. Our biggest dream is to get a mortgage
on a house so our parents could come to live with us.
Unfortunately things didn't work out as we
expected. My wife's relative informed me that he would only
gave me 3000 yuans commission or else he would talk to the
person who signed the contract with me directly. I had no
choice but to accept his new term of settlement, provided
he could pay me upfront in cash, which he agreed. When we
arrived at the bank, he told me he only had 2500 yuans in
his account. "No worries, just give me what you have," I
grinned wryly, and replied.
Of 2500 yuans, I gave 1500 to my brother, and
spent the rest to buy milk powder for my son and on bus fare
when looking for new projects.
Quickly another month was gone, yet I wasn't
able to secure a new contract. As my pocket became empty
again, I grew increasingly anxious. One morning when I was
on a bus I noticed on a hill a construction site with a couple
of excavating machines working in the field but no cinder
bogie in sight. I decided to try my luck and got off the
bus at a nearby stop.
It took me almost an hour to climb to the site
along a roughly constructed road and only to learn that the
site manager would not turn up until the afternoon.
The late autumn sun lacked warmth and strength,
and I sat on a stone watching the drivers working in their
excavators, feeling weary and drained.
Hours later, a white Toyota appeared in the
road, and when it arrived at the site, two men with briefcase
strode out the vehicle and walked into the site office. I
promptly jumped to my feet, followed them into the room and
presented my business cards to each of them.
One man in a four-pocketed jacket scanned me
with alert and then waved a hand to drive me away. "It's
all arranged, please go, leave."
It wasn't something entirely unexpected. In
fact, I frequently encountered such experience while looking
for contract. Before leaving the office I asked habitually:
Where is the landfill site?
How much per truckload?
"180 yuans - yet to know which landfill
to use," he replied off-handily.
I resigned to my fate at the first but quickly
realised he lied to me. If he didn't even know the disposal
destination, how on earth he could know the price. Clearly,
the guy is not site manager but my competitor doing exactly
what I was doing.
I decide to take up the challenge.
The original text in Chinese can be viewed
I Gave Up
Chinese Man's Struggle (1)
Lama and 9/11 and Beyond