My name is Zhou Han, and I have been delivering food in Lujiazui for three years. The monthly income is 8,300, the rent is 2,500, and I pay 3,000 to my paralyzed mother.
No one knows that my dad was once a big boss in the private equity industry. Zhao Honghu of Dingsheng Capital and Wang Guifang of Nanhua Biotech worked together to make him lose all his wealth and jumped from the 28th floor.
I carved the name of my enemy on the wall of the rental house, and squatted downstairs at the World Financial Center at 9:47 every morning to watch Zhao Honghu walk into the elevator carrying coffee.
Three years later, he finally handed me a seven-digit check and said, "Zhou Han, you are my knife."
He didn't know that this was what I was waiting for.
Three wrong takeaways were delivered, bringing down two billion-dollar groups. The day my dad jumped off the building was also a Wednesday. Mr. Zhao, the weather will be fine tomorrow, suitable for surrendering.
