Ups and Downs

In the summer of 1998, Shijiazhuang Railway Station. Jiang Yizhou squatted on the steps with fifty yuan left in his pocket. His father died for three days and he didn't cry. On the day his mother remarried, he didn't cry either. It's not that I'm not sad, it's that I don't have time to be sad – I have to live first. Later someone asked him what was the most difficult time in his life. He thought for a while and said: It's not that I didn't have money, it was that someone handed me a steamed bun, but I didn't dare to take it. Thirty years later, he was standing on the Stock Exchange ringing the bell, with no one around him. In the past thirty years, he has carried bags with others, dumped steel materials, packaged workshops, engaged in capital, and gone public. Win and lose. Believe people and be believed by others. Loved and been loved. Cleaned and dirty. Brother Shao Tiejun, who came from a train station, finally sold him. The woman Wen Zhiyun had been with him for twenty years, but he did not marry her. His opponent Chai Degui, who fought with him for ten years, died in the same ward next door. The capital promoter talked about He Nian, taught him how to play with money, and almost played him to death. He has given money and been given money. He has guarded the bottom line and stepped on the red line. At the age of sixty-three, he returned to the train station alone. The steps are still there, but the square is gone. There was a young man squatting there, his eyes the same as before. Jiang Yizhou stood for a while, then turned and left. In this life, I have sunk and floated, that's enough. No golden fingers, no rebirth. There is only an ordinary person who can survive this life by settling accounts and surviving.