My License Plate Is Beijing Banbitian

In 1998, I went to Beijing with 47 yuan and 50 cents, and worked my way from a rural kid sleeping in Qiaodong to a logistics boss holding a Beijing A yellow card. Others drive the Cullinan and the Beijing G77777, and think that money is a blessing. I only have an old semi-trailer with a Beijing AWH333 yellow plate. They laughed at my dirty truck and old license plate. Until that day, when Cullinan, a second-generation rich man, stopped driving to provoke me, I only made one phone call. His supply chain is broken. His warehouse is inaccessible. His pass expired. His company collapsed overnight. In Beijing, the real rule is never money. It's the right of way, it's the connections, it's the hard qualifications that have been accumulated over the years. It's the one that no one can afford to mess with - Jing A. Money can buy luxury cars and fancy cars. But it cannot be bought. On the ground in Beijing, everyone has to give face to Jing A as the king.