In 1949, Ni Dafu was born in a desperately poor mountain village in Yiyang, Hunan. His family was so poor they could barely afford to eat. He went hungry, stole sweet potatoes, was strung up in a tree and beaten, and begged for food with his grandfather. The villagers all said the boy was tough as nails.
At fourteen, beneath the old locust tree at the village entrance, he swore, “I will make something of myself.”
From cowherd to scout, from scout to state-owned enterprise manager, from manager to Shenzhen property developer. He was named a national model worker and ranked first in the province. He rode a beat-up bicycle all over Shenzhen, and once stood on a construction site all night long. Others called him crazy. He said, “Then crazy I’ll be.”
He held on to one belief: poverty isn’t scary. What’s scary is accepting your lot in life.
This is the true story of a nobody who clawed his way out of the mud and fought his way to a billion-dollar fortune. No, it’s wilder than the truth and fiercer than a legend. This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons is purely coincidental.
Time is very chaotic