Chen Xiaofan has three things he doesn't earn: he doesn't earn money when he is out of business, he doesn't earn money when he loses his heart, and he doesn't earn money when he sells his life.
Grandpa left, leaving behind a compass, half a volume of broken books, and a string of mahogany beads. He dropped out of junior high school and spent three years driving screws in an electronics factory. He squatted and set up a stall in an alley in Tangxia, earning less than 50 yuan a day.
No one looks down on him. Until that day, he saw that the woman driving the BMW had blue eyebrows - "Within three days, pay attention to the things above your head."
A chandelier crashed down, making his first order in Tangxia.
From an alley stall to the chairman's advisor. Craftsmen, fight if you can beat them, and admit it if you can't beat them; but if you recognize the truth correctly, you can't get back at all.
Reader comments
Down-to-earth, good-looking
It doesn't fit in with the previous one. After I finish writing it, I forget what I wrote before.
In fact, it's not bad, but when I saw the two Mr. Ji, I was relieved that the preface and postscript were inconsistent.
Down-to-earth, good-looking
It doesn't fit in with the previous one. After I finish writing it, I forget what I wrote before.
In fact, it's not bad, but when I saw the two Mr. Ji, I was relieved that the preface and postscript were inconsistent.