In 2008, Wan Xiangnan went to Dongguan with 470 yuan in his pocket. On the third day, he slept in the People's Park.
All belongings: a compass, a black leather ledger, and a pair of eyes to see people.
Others look at fortune telling, but he looks at hands - the cocoon in the tiger's mouth is ground by an abacus; the mark on the ring finger is made from a ring; the hands that tremble when serving tea hide a marriage that they dare not tell.
One word, and the logistics boss dropped his cup on the spot; one word, "reschedule", smashed Master Huang's thirty-year-old brand.
The bad guys block him, the scammers are afraid of him, and the big boss in Shenzhen offers him a monthly salary of 30,000 yuan to poach him. He didn't go: "Only the one who lines up will be the correct one."
From the park bench, to half of the arcade, to the guest of honor seat in the ladies circle——
Three people a day, one hundred people.
Once the rules are established, people will stand still.
