Cats have their own catwalks, rats have their own catwalks.
Just like Jiang Hao and Nian Jing who were carrying losses, at the same time, due to a mistake in stamp speculation, Bai Harden was desperately trying to find a way to get back on the road to wealth.
Since the postal market crashed in 1985, this kid's life has been like Wang Xiaoer's Chinese New Year, and it's getting worse every day.
Yes, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and he has a sharp mind. As a big businessman, he can make timely decisions when the situation arises.
At that time, in addition to a large number of pandas, he also saved hundreds of thousands of pandas, but the problem was that the money could not support him and he had to keep so many men and eat nothing.
Most Chinese people these days lack experience in the speculative market. No one understands that if a speculative category changes from bull to bear, it will take only a few years to accumulate chips and it will not recover.
Hardman was no exception. After the collapse of the postal market, he never thought about withdrawing. He was still thinking about finding an opportunity to make a comeback. As a result, he violated the taboo of trend investing.
I forced myself to do two businesses, but I didn't make any money. Instead, I lost some money, plus dozens of people were eating horse chews.
Within two months, Hardman's capital had shrunk from hundreds of thousands to one hundred thousand.
Coupled with the fact that the postal market is becoming more and more lifeless, speculators have dispersed, and it has become the home of enthusiasts who mainly exchanged tickets. Hardman, who has nothing to do, inevitably focuses on bad news.
Hobbies.
The small restaurant that used to be frequented by the wealthy stamp traders has now evolved into a gambling den. Those wealthy individuals like Hardman who are nostalgic about leaving now regard it as a gathering place and hang out there every day.
In addition to drunken bragging, what is left is the game of "wealth redistribution" through cards.
As a result, Hardman became a complete loser in this game of raising worms.
He relied on his vision and courage to play cards. Although he was good at observing people's emotions, he had the upper hand for a while at the beginning.
But as soon as the poker game became famous, it attracted professional crooks. After all, his skills were inferior to others and he couldn't stand someone who would mark the cards.
It was during the Spring Festival of 1986 that Hardman was completely ruined. He had no money in his pocket and his eldest brother's dignity was gone.
The brothers under his command dispersed in droves, and Hardman could only curl up in his bed with his head covered with quilts, and spent the Spring Festival in a cold pot, without even a matchmaker.
Even the dumplings he ate at night were brought to him by his neighbor who had watched him grow up and knocked on the window.
Later, after the Spring Festival, Hardman was like a waiter, wandering around the capital with unrealistic dreams, looking for opportunities to get rich.
At that time, the hotel in the Dashilan area of Qianmen already had some of the earliest masters of "karate".
There is always a group of people who stay inside every day, chatting eloquently about big deals, approvals for cars, wire rods, polyethylene, millions of civil construction projects, etc. People in the capital call it "show money."
To put it bluntly, it is cheating, targeting people who come to Beijing from other places to cheat, and they will be fooled by as many people as possible. Anyway, once the money is in their pockets, they will never get it back.
So much so that a nursery rhyme became popular in the capital, "There is a big idiot in front of me, with a BP machine on his waist, and when we go to the Three Gorges Restaurant in Xidan to talk about polyethylene, we are all a big idiot."
And relying on the two Picardon outfits he had saved by speculating on stamps, Hardman was also confused to join in.
Although he didn't understand the truth here at first and even believed it to be true for a while, relying on this innate advantage, he became the most handsome boy once he entered the industry.
It should be said that Hardman did make some money from this scam.
At least he can play Da Ya Matsuri sometimes, and he has learned professional-level acting skills from his senior colleagues.
I have become able to put on a professional posture and speak professional figures and terms from various industries, which seems to be a much higher level.
But the problem is that for him, this kind of gain is too small, and it is completely worth the loss.
People in the capital have always admired war criminals who could fight, and despised thieves and liars.
Not only was his work looked down upon by his brothers in the martial arts world, it was a depraved act, and he really couldn't make much money out of it.
Most of them are just for a banquet, some cigarettes and alcohol.
No one is stupid, and everyone understands the principle of not letting go of the hawk until it sees the rabbit.
So as time went by, even he himself felt a bit like a fool.
As soon as it was time for dinner, I said I was going to the game, but actually I just went home to cook some noodles and pickles.
I only had ten dollars in total, and I had to buy a box of Marlboros to show off.
Occasionally, he would get some money by selling the "panda" that caused him bankruptcy and completely ruining his hands to an acquaintance at a low price and sending letters in exchange for it.
Isn't this just "Ta'er coaxing"? I originally wanted to deceive others, but in the end I found out that I was deceiving myself.
For this reason, his confidence was completely eroded, and by the summer of 1986, he had plans to withdraw from the "Story Club".
But the problem is that in order to eat, he has to find a scratch first, and in this situation he doesn't have many choices.
First of all, he doesn't want to re-enter the world and eat blood from the tip of a knife.
The lessons learned in 1983 made him understand the power of the word "legal system", and he did not want to die young.
Secondly, he really has no talent for ordinary business, and he can't stand loneliness. The most important thing is that he has no capital.
So no matter how he thought about it, there was no path that suited him.
However, fate is so unpredictable, and often when it forces people to the point of nowhere, it will give them new revelations.
In July 1986, Hardman obtained a batch of counterfeit "Polar Bear" soda from an unknown small factory in the suburbs, and then practiced "wild stall" beside the bus stop outside the west gate of Temple of Heaven Park.
It went smoothly at first, because there were so many tourists and they didn't care about the price, his small business soon began to generate profits.
Before long, Hardman already had a bunch of money in his military satchel.
Although the denomination was not large, far less than the profit Hardman made from issuing full-page stamps, his heart was still full of joy.
However, the good times did not last long, and Hardman soon encountered an unprecedented misfortune.
Unknowingly, four middle-aged men on bicycles stopped in front of his stall and surrounded him after getting off the bike.
One of them asked, "How much does a bottle of soda cost?"
"Three cents." Hardman replied happily.
"Who asked you to sell it here? Do you have a photo?"
"I...this...what do you do?"
"What do you think?" Another person said, taking out a work ID card and flashing it in front of Hardman.
Not to mention this, Hardman originally thought that he could only say good things but be misfortune, or that he could use his satchel to get a lighter sentence and let others treat him like a fart.
But it turned out that that day was actually an event organized by the labor union of another company. These four people just rode their bikes and left first, followed closely by the large army.
How could it be possible as he wished?
So Hardman said nothing, so he could only push the cart and follow the others.
When we arrived at the place, we gave a detailed account of our name, age, background, source of goods, purchase unit price, and motivation for our behavior.
In the end, his fingerprints were pressed and he was severely dealt with.
His crimes were listed one by one.
First, operate without a license.
Secondly, they sell fake goods and make huge profits illegally.
The purchase price is 12 yuan and the sale price is 30 yuan, which is 0.5 yuan higher than the state-owned price of 25 yuan.
and engage in commercial activities in non-operating areas.
For this reason, in addition to having all the counterfeit sodas confiscated, he also had to pay a fine of one hundred yuan before he could leave here with his borrowed three-wheeler.
To be honest, this kind of punishment is completely legal and compliant and well-founded.
Especially for someone like Hardman, who has done bad things in the past, this is considered to be a high priority.
But the question is, given Harden's current situation, where can he collect the fine?
Looking for help from buddies and brothers?
When a person is down and out, he has no friends and brothers, not to mention Hardman can't afford to lose that face.
Count on the neighbors?
Those people are kind-hearted, but everyone knows what kind of person he is. They have seen his behavior of eating too much and gambling.
Who dares to trust him and lend him money?
Even when he was doing business as a small three-wheeler, people saw that he seemed to be doing something serious, so they reluctantly nodded.
So, if he cannot even return the tricycle, he will have to face complete credit bankruptcy and complete "social death" in the place where he lives.
Therefore, it was this situation that forced Hardman, who had no way out, to do a shameful thing, that is, to become a "Bronze and Iron Buddha".
This is a slang term in Beijing. If translated into a meaning that everyone can understand, it means going to the construction site to steal scrap copper and scrap iron.
However, the arrangement of fate is so unique. It was precisely this decision that Hardman did not bother to do and never wanted to make, that actually led him to discover business opportunities.
You know, the capital city of this year is an era of massive construction, and there are construction sites everywhere. First of all, the supply of goods is abundant.
Secondly, the social environment and system have also changed. In the past, construction sites were heavily guarded.
Losing something is not a matter of high status, but a major mistake of the security department, which will be criticized or even punished.
This is no longer the case. The construction site is extremely loose and large items cannot be lost anyway. Trucks cannot move them away at all.
Often just a few people are arranged to keep vigil.
Moreover, these night watchmen are not professional security guards. Their main purpose is fire prevention.
The waste products on the construction site are all processed by these people, sold collectively, and then the money is given to the unit.
Some night watchmen don't even bother to deal with these things because they are old, and they don't even like the oil and water from plucked geese.
So Hardman was like a rat, stealing at night, and not only did no one care about it, but some people were happy to see what he had done.
Moreover, Hardman soon discovered that it was more cost-effective for him to purchase construction site scraps and actively provide some benefits to these night watchmen than to secretly transport them.
Not to mention high efficiency.
He could only steal half a car in one night. Although he had no capital, how could he be so open and honest in broad daylight that it would be appropriate to take away the whole car?
In this way, Drunk began to devote himself to the "waste business". The waste materials at one construction site quickly ran out, and he turned his attention to other construction sites and enterprises.
Although he is basically uneducated, Hardman has two advantages over others.
First, he is thick-skinned. His family has been extremely poor since he was a child, and things like face are not important to him.
Although his vanity is also very strong, he has great connections.
Once he sees enough benefits, he is not afraid of anyone's eyes and can really put down his dignity.
The second is to know how to be a good person. Hardman is a charlatan and has been a showman liar.
He knows how to gain the trust and favor of others. In addition to giving money, he also buys cigarettes and wine to accompany these night watchmen, eat, drink and gossip.
As a result, he not only has a firm grasp of the supply of goods at these construction sites, but even if there is a good deal worth doing, others will always keep it for him and take the initiative to inform him.
It didn't take long for him to collect these waste products in large quantities and sell them to the purchasing station, earning the price difference as a middleman, and living a prosperous life.
Although the profits from scrap products are meager and no longer what they were in the past, we can't bear the large quantities.
Moreover, the price of some relatively high-quality and intact scrap products is quite high.
So Hardman also said to the outside world, "I will accept any waste products. I will give you the best if the quantity is large, and it will be effective in the long run."
Just like that, on the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival in 1986, he really got the news of a sweet deal. There was a construction site that was about to be completed and a batch of scattered building materials had to be disposed of.
At this time, cement bags were a hot-selling item in the scrap market, and the bags from this company only cost 25 cents per pound, which was far lower than the average price in the market.
According to Hardman's estimation, just a large number of well-preserved cement bags can earn him ten to twenty thousand, let alone wire rods and steel frames.
So he rushed to the place quickly, but the problem he faced was indeed insufficient funds. In order to save trouble, the construction site leader insisted on "kicking him" and selling it to a family for 100,000 yuan.
And where can Hardman, who has no money to make a living, collect the money?
