1998: I Worked as a Factory Boy in Guancheng

After failing the college entrance examination in 1998, I headed south to Dongguan with 320 yuan in my pocket. Living in a 10-yuan bunkhouse, drinking water from a smelly ditch, he was tricked by a fellow villager into a black factory, and his finger was almost broken by a punch. After escaping overnight, I worked as a security guard in Footwashing City, rising from a monthly salary of 1,800 to captain. There is gold everywhere, and there are traps everywhere. The boss, Brother Hu, said that I was "honest and willing to work hard, and I am a piece of material" and wanted to cultivate me as his confidant. But as soon as I gained a foothold, I discovered: The fellow who lied to me brought someone back to take revenge; The local "Black Dragon Gang" targeted our premises; Brother Hu secretly handed me a business card and said: "Xiaoqiang, do you want to learn how to do business with me?" My counterattack really started from this moment.