Cats have catwalks, rats have mouse tricks.
Like Jiang Hao and Nian Jing who were carrying losses, at the same time, because of the mistake in stamp speculation, Hadmen suddenly went from being worth hundreds of thousands to being penniless. On the way back to wealth.
Ever since the postal market crashed in 1985, this kid’s life has been like Wang Xiaoer’s New Year, and every day has gotten worse.
Yes, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and he has a sharp mind. As a big businessman, he can make timely decisions when the situation arises.
At that time, in addition to a large number of pandas, he also saved hundreds of thousands of pandas, but the problem was that the money could not support him and he had to keep so many men and eat nothing.
Most Chinese people these days lack experience in the speculative market. No one understands that if a speculative category changes from bull to bear, it will take only a few years to accumulate chips and it will not recover.
Hardman is no exception. After the collapse of the postal market, he never thought about withdrawing. He was still thinking about finding an opportunity to make a comeback. As a result, he violated the taboo of trend investing. .
I did two businesses by force. I didn’t make any money, but lost some more, plus dozens of people were eating horse chews.
Within two months, the capital in Hardmen’s hands had shrunk, from hundreds of thousands to one hundred thousand.
Coupled with the fact that the postal market is becoming more and more lifeless, the speculators have dispersed, and it has become the home of enthusiasts who mainly exchanged tickets, it is inevitable that Hardman will have nothing to do. Focus on bad habits.
The small restaurant that used to be frequented by big businessmen who speculated on stamps has now evolved into a gambling den. Those big businessmen like Hardman who are nostalgic about it now regard it as a gathering point and stay there every day.
Apart from bragging, the only remaining thing is the game of "wealth redistribution" through cards.
As a result, Hardmen became a complete loser in this game of raising worms.
His playing cards relied on his eyesight and courage. Although he was good at observing words and emotions, he had the upper hand for a while at the beginning.
But as soon as the card game became famous, it attracted professional crooks. After all, his skills were inferior to others and he couldn't stand someone who would mark the cards.
It was during the Spring Festival of 1986 that Hardman was completely ruined. He had no money in his pocket and his eldest brother's dignity was gone.
The brothers under his command dispersed in droves, and Hardmen could only huddle up in his bed with his head covered with quilts, and spent the Spring Festival in a cold pot, without even a matchmaker.
The dumplings he ate on the 30th night were delivered to him by his neighbor who had watched him grow up. He knocked on the window.
Later, after the Spring Festival, Hardman was like a waiter, wandering around the capital with unrealistic dreams, looking for opportunities to get rich.
At that time, there was already a master who was the first to practice "karate" in the hotel in the Dashilan area of Qianmen.
There is always a group of people who stay inside every day, chatting eloquently about big deals, approvals for cars, wire rods, polyethylene, millions of civil engineering projects, etc. People in the capital call it "show money."
To put it bluntly, it is cheating. It focuses on people who come to Beijing from other places and deceives them. They can be confused as much as they can be. Anyway, once the money is in their pockets, they will never get it back.
So much so that a nursery rhyme became popular in the capital, "There is a big fool in front of me, with a BP machine on his waist, in the Xidan Three Gorges Restaurant, let's go talk about polyethylene, and the whole thing is a big fool." .
And relying on the two Pierre Cardin outfits he had saved by speculating on stamps, Hardman was also confused to join in.
Although he didn't understand the truth here at first and even believed it to be true for a while, relying on this innate advantage, he became the most handsome guy once he entered the industry.
It should be said that Hardman did make some money from this scam.
At least he can play the Tooth Festival sometimes, and he has learned professional-level acting skills from his senior peers.
I have become able to put on a professional posture and speak professional figures and terms from various industries, which seems to be a much higher level.
But the problem is that for him, this kind of gain is too small, and it is completely worth the loss.
People in the capital always admire war criminals who can fight, and despise thieves and liars.
Not only was he looked down upon by his brothers in the martial arts world for doing this, it was a depraved act, but he really couldn't make much money out of it.
Most of them are just a banquet with a little tobacco and alcohol.
No one is stupid, and everyone understands the principle of not letting go of a hawk until it sees a rabbit.
So as time went by, even he himself felt a bit stupid.
As soon as it was time for dinner, I said I was going to the game, but actually I just went home and cooked some noodles and pickled vegetables.
I only had ten yuan on me, and I had to buy a box of Marlboros to show off.
Occasionally, he gets some money by selling the "panda" that caused him bankruptcy and completely ruining his hands to an acquaintance at a low price and sending letters to him.
Isn’t this just “Ta’er coaxing”? I originally wanted to deceive others, but in the end I found out that I was deceiving myself.
For this reason, his confidence was exhausted, and by the summer of 1986, he had plans to withdraw from the "Story Club".
But the problem is that in order to eat, he has to find a scratch first, and he doesn't have many choices in this situation.
First of all, he doesn't want to re-enter the world and eat blood from the tip of a knife.
The lessons learned in 1983 made him understand the power of the word "legal system", and he did not want to die young.
Secondly, he really has no talent for ordinary business, and he can't stand loneliness. The most important thing is that he has no capital.
So no matter how he thought about it, there was no path that suited him.
However, fate is so fateful, and often when it forces people to the point of nowhere, it will give them new revelations.
In July 1986, Hardman obtained a batch of counterfeit "Polar Bear" soda from an unknown small factory in the suburbs, and then practiced "wild stall" beside the bus stop outside the west gate of Temple of Heaven Park.
It went smoothly at first, because there were so many tourists and they didn’t care about the price. His small business soon began to generate profits.
Not long after, Hardmen already had a bunch of money in his military satchel.
Although the denominations were not large, far less than the profits Hardman made from issuing full-page stamps, his heart was still full of joy.
However, the good times did not last long, and Hardmen soon encountered an unprecedented misfortune.
Unknowingly, four middle-aged men on bicycles parked in front of his stall and surrounded him after getting off the bike.
One of them asked, "How much does a bottle of soda cost?"
"Three cents." Hardman answered happily.
"Who asked you to sell it here? Do you have a photo?" "I...this...what do you do?"
"What do you think?" Another person said, taking out a work ID card and flashing it in front of Hadmen.
That's not all. Hardman originally thought that he could say good things but be miserable, or that he could use his satchel to get a lighter sentence and let others treat him like a fart.
But it turned out that that day was actually an event organized by the labor union of another company. These four people just rode their bikes and left first, followed closely by the large army.
How could it be possible as he wished?
So Hardman said nothing, so he could only push the cart and follow the others.
When they arrived at the place, they gave a detailed account of their name, age, background, source of goods, purchase unit price, and motivation for their behavior.
In the end, I also pressed my fingerprints and was severely dealt with.
His crimes were listed one by one.
First of all, operating without a license.
Secondly, selling fake goods and making huge profits illegally.
The purchase price is 0.12 yuan and the sale price is 0.30 yuan, which is 0.05 yuan higher than the state-owned price of 0.25 yuan.
There are also commercial activities in non-operating areas.
For this reason, in addition to having all the counterfeit sodas confiscated, he also had to pay a fine of one hundred yuan before he could leave here with his borrowed three-wheeler.
To be honest, this kind of punishment is completely legal and compliant and well-founded.
Especially for someone like Hadmen who has done bad things in the past, this is considered a high priority.
But the question is, given Harden's current situation, where can he collect the fine?
Looking for help from brothers and sisters?
If a man is down and out, he will have no brothers, not to mention Hardman can't afford to lose that face.
Counting on the neighbors?
Those people are kind-hearted, but everyone knows what kind of person he is. They have seen his behavior of eating recklessly and gambling.
Who dares to trust him and lend him money?
Even the little Sanlun he was doing business with was still reluctantly nodded when people saw that he seemed to be doing something serious.
So, if he cannot even return this tricycle, he will have to face complete credit bankruptcy and complete "social death" in the place where he lives.
So, it was this situation that forced Hadmen, who had no way out, to do a shameful thing, that is, to become a "Bronze and Iron Buddha".
This is a slang term in Beijing. If translated into a meaning that everyone can understand, it means going to the construction site to steal scrap copper and scrap iron.
However, the arrangement of fate is so unique. It was precisely this decision that Hardman did not bother to do and never wanted to make, that actually led him to discover business opportunities.
You know, the capital city of this year is an era of large-scale construction. There are construction sites everywhere. First of all, the supply of goods is abundant.
Secondly, the social environment and system have also changed. In the past, construction sites were heavily guarded.
Losing something is not a matter of rank, but a major mistake of the security department, which will be criticized or even punished.
That's not the case now. The construction site is extremely loose. We can't lose any big items anyway, and the trucks can't move them away at all.
Often just a few people are arranged to keep vigil.
And these night watchmen are not professional security guards. Their main purpose is fire prevention.
These people will handle the waste products on the construction site, sell them collectively, and then give the money to the unit.
Some night watchmen don't even bother to deal with these things because they are old, and they don't even like the oil and water from plucked geese.
So Hardman is like a rat, stealing at night, not only does no one care at all, but some people are happy to see what he has done.
Moreover, Hardman soon discovered that it was more cost-effective for him to purchase construction site scraps and actively provide some benefits to these night watchmen than to secretly transport them.
Not to mention high efficiency.
He could only steal half a car in one night. Although he had no capital, how could he be so open and aboveboard in broad daylight that he could take away the whole car?
In this way, Drunk began to devote himself to the "waste business". The waste materials at one construction site quickly ran out, and he turned his attention to other construction sites and enterprises.
Although he is basically uneducated, Harden has two advantages over others.
First, he is thick-skinned. His family has been extremely poor since he was a child, and things like face are not important to him.
Although he is also very vain, he has great connections.
Once he sees enough benefits, he is not afraid of anyone's eyes and can really put down his posture.
The second is to know how to be a good person. Hardman is a charlatan and has been a showman liar.
He knows how to gain the trust and favor of others. In addition to giving money, he also buys cigarettes and wine to accompany these night watchmen to eat, drink and talk nonsense.
As a result, he not only has a firm grasp of the supply of goods at these construction sites, but even if there is a good deal worth doing, others will always keep it for him and take the initiative to inform him.
It didn’t take long for him to collect these scraps in large quantities and sell them to the purchasing station, earning the price difference as a middleman, and living a prosperous life again.
Although the profit from scrap products is meager and no longer what it was in the past, it cannot bear the large quantity.
And the prices of some relatively high-quality and intact scrap products are quite high.
So Hardman also said to the outside world, "I will collect any waste products. Large quantities will be given the best quality, and they will be effective in the long term."
In this way, on the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival in 1986, he really got the news of a sweet deal. There was a construction site that was about to be completed and a batch of scattered building materials had to be disposed of.
At this time, cement bags are a hot-selling item in the scrap market, and the bags from this company only cost 25 cents per pound, which is far lower than the average price in the market.
According to Hardman's estimation, a large number of well-preserved cement bags alone can earn him ten to twenty thousand, let alone wire rods and steel frames.
So he rushed to the place quickly, but the problem he faced was indeed insufficient funds. In order to save trouble, the construction site leader insisted on "kicking him" and selling it to a family for 100,000 yuan.
And where can Hardman, who has no money to make a living, collect the money?