That year in Changchun, I almost died three times.
My name is Zhang Weiguo. In 1989, at the age of nineteen, with thirty-six yuan in his pocket, he went to Changchun from Siping to work. On the first day after getting off the bus, my money was robbed and my face was slapped and swollen. Squatting in the train station square, the person who robbed me came back to look for me. I hid in the toilet and heard them shouting: "Where is that kid?"
Later, I joined a repair shop, and the old man who cooked taught me the slang of Jianghu: "If you meet someone who has worked hard, you must be a Jianghu person." He said, if you learn this, you will become a Jianghu person. If you quit, you will die.
Later, I traveled all over the country - Changchun, Beijing, Wuhan, Guangzhou, Shenyang, Zhengzhou, Chengdu, Xi'an, and Sanya. I have seen fortune tellers, tomb robbers, casino operators, counterfeiters, and gangsters. Someone died, someone entered, someone disappeared.
Someone asked me: Why do you live to the end?
I said: Because I never trust anyone. Including myself.
This book is not about me alone, but about the people I have met in my life. I changed all the names of those people. The thing is true.
