by Admin A Chinese Man's
Struggle (3) 14 November 2008 The following is an English translation of the core text of a Chinese post currently appeared on China's online forum tianya.com. The author, a man from poor rural area with college education, tells his true story (as he so claims) of how he struggles with his career and marriage in a big city: 1, I Didn't
Want to Give UP 农笑非 3 Nov 2008: Just when I poised outside the office considering my next movement, I saw a four-wheel drive stopped nearby. A mid-aged man with a big beer belly got off the vehicle and straight entered the office block. My intuition told me that this was the real site manager, so I followed him into the room without hesitation. The men sat at the desk smiled broadly when they saw the beer belly and stood up to hand out their business card. "This is Team Head Chen I mentioned to you," said the man in a four-pocketed jacket, pointing at his companion. The beer belly also smiled and invited all of us to take sate. "No no, he's not with us," The four-pocketed jacket scowled at me. "I'm also doing waste disposal business," I self-introduced to the beer belly, grinning back. "Well," the beer belly smiled again, "I'll talk to you late, please wait outside." No need to argue. I left room, but I didn't wander away, just stationed near the door smoking. The area was yet to be fully developed, and thus was quiet, saving the noise generated from levelling machine. It wasn't difficult for me to eavesdrop conversation in the room which made me feel a chill through my bones. From their dialogue I figured out that the Chen was not a private businessman, but a public servant. In fact, he was a head of Law Enforcement Corp for Urban Development, which means he was the man with right to fine construction companies deemed by him as having breached laws or regulations, for instance to have a few pieces of rubbish accidentally fallen off truck during transportation to the disposal site. For a man in his position to take this contract was an act of breaching laws and regulations in itself. I heard rumours about this before, and it appeared there was some truth in the gossip. Would the site manager dare to refuse the request by Chen, a head of Law Enforcement authority, for the contract? I didn't think so. As my competitor had such a formidable background, I knew there was absolutely no chance for me here. Slowly I dragged my feet walking down the hill along the rough road. The time was late afternoon, and I felt worn out. As soon as I took a break by resting on a stone at the road-site to collect my thought, my cell phone rang. It was from my mother. I hang up on her and called back immediately. She asked me how my business went and I told her everything was fine. However, I sensed a hesitation in her voice and I guessed she must have encountered some great financial difficulties. I have three old sisters and a young brother, and my parents were heavily panelized for giving birth to more than one son. My mother, like most of Chinese peasants, still believes it would compromise her integrity to ask her daughters for financial help, as it would be like to steal money from their in-laws. As the eldest son, I'm obliged to support my parents financially, but my mother never asked me to do so, and this was the first time. "I'll send you a thousand yans tomorrow," I told her. My mother was so pleased. "No need for that much, 500 yans will be enough," urged she. I immediately called my brother, but he said he only got 300 yans in his account. His computer repairing business was bad, and his balance sheet was in red this month. My mother had always been tremendously proud of me: I went to college, I married a city girl, I became a branch manager, and I started my own business with my brother. For this, she received a great respect from fellow villagers. She did not know I in fact lived a life that was so deprived and depressed. I would love to tell her the truth, yet I couldn't - it would break my heart to see her disappointed. That day I sat on the stone by the rough road, until the night fell.
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