For whom do Beijing's wildflowers bloom?

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Synopsis: The novel, written in a delicate and beautiful style, depicts the joys and sorrows of Hu Chun, the vice president of a foreign software company in Zhongguancun, in his relationships and in
the business world , as well as his steadfastness and betrayal in his love and marriage with his wife, Ding Xiangyu. Interspersed throughout the novel are numerous recollections of youthful love, enhancing the tragic atmosphere of
Hu Chun and Ding Xiangyu's gradual descent into worldliness, sorrow, separation, collapse, and ultimately, death, under the temptations of reality . The novel interweaves its absurd revelations of business truths with the breakdown of their marriage, creating a bittersweet reading experience. It evokes feelings of disappointment and disgust with reality, and a longing and loss of love. In this dazzling city, this market economy filled with under-the-table transactions and shady dealings, I felt like I was part of it all. For Whom Do Beijing's Wildflowers Bloom? Chapter 1 : Yanzi and I at a Bar in Sanlitun. On the night of April 4, 2003 , Yanzi and I were completely drunk at the " Boys and Girls" bar in Sanlitun . To the strains of a melancholic, hoarse red-haired boy singing like Elvis Presley, I helped Yanzi into the restroom next to the bar. " Old Hu, I need to pee, I want to fly..." I locked the restroom door, unbuckled Yanzi's belt, and she squatted down to urinate . I leaned against the door, smoking. Yanzi's husband was fat and chubby, with his nostrils pointing to the sky when he spoke. He always tilted his head, squinted, and squinted at you, swaggering around. Everyone nicknamed him " Dumb Goose."He was a year ahead of us. The year we entered school—oh! That was '88, I think—that idiot managed to become the student council president. In front of us younger students, he practically acted like the principal's mouthpiece, the damn principal! " Remember this: no dating under my nose!" "You all need to study hard!" He, on the other hand, used position as student council president to engage in rampant dating both on and off campus, deceiving those girls who admired his authority and were vain. That's when he got involved with Yanzi. In the restroom of the " Boys and Girls" bar, two people, numbed by alcohol, were strangely entwined. The girl's pants were on the floor, her snow-white lower body driving the boy mad. The music in the bar was pounding. " What are we Yanzi asked me, her eyes glazed and her breath reeking of alcohol. " We're dreaming... making love," I said. At that very moment, the US-led coalition launched a new offensive against Baghdad in the Gulf. Countless Iraqi people were killed and wounded in the shelling , and Saddam's regime was crumbling. " How's the war going?" Yanzi asked, her arms around my neck. " Inhumane. Tomahawk cruise missiles , each costing over $1.2 million, are falling like bird droppings over Baghdad ," I said. I hugged Yanzi's slender waist tighter, as if I were holding the poor Iraqi people tightly with my kind heart. " They're so rich, yet they still want to rob other people's oil and natural gas..." Yanzi said between kisses. " This is a war started by the CEO," I said. " Eating what's in the bowl while eyeing what's in the pot, there's no cat that doesn't eat fish," Yanzi said. She chuckled. " What? You mean Bush?" I said. " Yes, and so are you," Yanzi said fiercely, her legs lifting into the air, tightly clamping around my waist. I leaned against the wall, almost falling under Yanzi's onslaught. " Bush and I are both invaders, both cats that love fish," I whispered in Yanzi's ear. Just then, someone knocked on the door. " Can you hurry up, you inside?" It was a woman's voice. Yanzi and I stopped immediately . " I can't hold back anymore!" the woman cried anxiously. We quickly pulled up our pants, and turning around, I saw a cartoon pasted behind the bathroom door: a fat cat pouncing on a beautiful fish, with the caption: "No cat can resist fish!" I understood the meaning of the picture—it was only natural for us to do it in the bathroom. I thought, it's not unreasonable for men and women in bars to do the same. Although anti-war sentiment was rising in waves around the world, the US-led coalition forces advanced step by step towards Baghdad, and Bush do what he wanted. In other words, a cat's instinct is to eat fish; it's its nature, and no one can stop it. A little thought reveals that I'm not much different from Mr. Bush. Iraq was too tempting, and there were reasons to start a war. As for a beautiful woman like Yanzi, I naturally couldn't resist wanting to mess with her. Yanzi and I emerged from the restroom, disheveled and entwined, startling the woman waiting to urinate at the door. Her bright red lips formed an " O" shape. What was going on? Had the man and woman already done this? Ding Xiangyu once told me, " If you stop loving me in the future, you'll definitely fall in love with another woman. " I remember replying to her with a grin, " If I don't love you in the future, then I'll fall in love with your sister, Ding Xianglian." " No! You'll fall in love with her—Yanzi!" Ding Xiangyu screamed, raising her small fist to punch my chest, her little mouth pouting, red and plump, quite sexy. " Yanzi's gaze towards you is strange; I always feel that you two will hook up one day ." Looking back now, Yanzi's gaze towards me that year did seem to contain a hidden meaning, but I know it was definitely not love. In those days, everyone was restless and playful; you'd punch someone, she 'd kick you; you'd hug her today, she'd kiss you tomorrow—it was all very common. I think Ding Xiangyu is a really smart girl; she could actually see things several years into the future, and my premonitions were proven correct. It's just that it took me so long to hook up with Yanzi; the efficiency is damn slow. At this rate, how many good girls in the world will be wasted? As for Ding Xiangyu's younger sister, Ding Xianglian, for the first few years, I didn't take her seriously at all. I remember the first time I went to her house, I followed behind Ding Xiangyu like a cultural traitor, being forced by her to call the old lady " Mom" and the old man " Dad."

Ding Xianglian ran out from the inner room, but I took the initiative to call out, "
Little sister
."Ding Xiangyu immediately became furious. "How come you're so sweet-talking and quick-tempered when you see my sister? Are you trying to do something bad?"
This embarrassed the old lady and her husband, who stared at me with hostile eyes. I think the two elders probably concluded
that I looked like a pervert! That year was my junior year of college, and I was engrossed in studying the world classic "Jin Ping Mei." In Ding Xiangyu's living room,
I immediately thought of Chapter 21 of "Jin Ping Mei": "
The brother-in-law lusts after his beloved sister-in-law."
But Ding Xianglian was too young.
When she poured me water, I took the opportunity to observe her chest. According to my judgment, it was just beginning to sprout,
not even qualified to wear the smallest bra yet. When she turned around, I saw a dark red bloodstain on her buttocks. The little girl
had just started her period. But in just a few years, Ding Xianglian blossomed into a beautiful young woman; her curves became more defined and her breasts
more shapely. Every time she saw me, she was as happy as if she were seeing her own brother. Once, I deliberately
flirted , and she blushed bright red. "
Brother-in-law, are you alright?"
I tickled her armpit, and she giggled
, chasing me all over the house, yelling, "
You're so naughty! I'm going to kill you!" (From "For Whom Do the Wildflowers of Beijing Bloom?", Chapter 2:
Men and Women) At the Sanlitun intersection, I flagged down a taxi. I supported the swaying Yanzi with one hand and opened the car door with the other.
Yanzi buried her head in my lap, questioning life, "
Hu Chun, do you think there's still
love ? What's wrong with my life?"
Before I could answer, she fell fast
asleep in my arms. Outside the car, the city lights shone brightly, the flowing street scenes like a dream. The moon hung obliquely
behind the clouds, revealing its timeless beauty. But the things we once held dear had become
unrecognizable , increasingly unreal, increasingly like a lie. As the car crossed the Jimen Bridge and turned towards the Film Academy, near the Universiade Village, in front of the National Family Planning Commission, Yanzi suddenly
lifted her head from my arms, looking at me with a resentful gaze. Like a wounded frog,
she croaked, her cheeks puffing out and yellow liquid gushing from her mouth. Before I could dodge, this beautiful
woman generously poured all the delicious food and wine she had eaten that night into my arms.
The taxi filled with the aroma of alcohol, making the driver yell in exasperation. My arms were filled with a warm, sticky mess; it was
the first time in my life I had received such treatment. I thought even Uncle Lei Feng would be annoyed. Yanzi looked at
me with a sigh of relief. "
Sorry, I feel much better now."
But I still felt unwell, though I said insincerely, "
It's
nothing , it's just vomit."
Yanzi grabbed my hand, stared into my eyes in the moonlight, and said, "
You're such a good friend, Hu Chun. Do you like vomit?" "Of course I like vomit, and
I certainly like yours."
After saying that, we burst into laughter in the car. The driver yelled and tried to kick us out of the car, "
My goodness, my good lady, just
get out ! I finally managed to get a fare, don't give me the money! Consider it my bad luck tonight."
But giving us the money wasn't
an option either; I couldn't just leave her stranded on the road. Yanzi started acting crazy, "
I want to complain!"
She'd
dirtied the car and was still acting all high and mighty. I supported Yanzi like a willow branch in the wind, and we drove on until we reached the Tianhong Science Park
Hotel. By the fountain in the square in front of the hotel, I took off my jacket, and then my
Montblanc shirt, which I'd only worn a few days ago and was covered in Yanzi's vomit, and threw it into a
trash can . Sitting on the railing by the fountain, Yanzi, her breath reeking of alcohol, rolled up her sleeves and scooped up the cool water from the fountain with her palms . " Let me wash your chest,"
she said . The fountain was cool, but my chest felt hot. The moon shone on Yanzi as she gently washed my chest like a fairy. I doubted she was sober, but she continued rambling, drunken words, " Let me die tonight on this filthy chest!" she said, rubbing my chest. " Wash it clean, so that little slut Ding Xiangyu doesn't find out." " Ouch! Can you wash it faster?" I was freezing, goosebumps rising all over my body. A gust of night wind blew, and my teeth chattered. Yanzi took off her coat and gave it to me to wear; the clothes carried a faint scent of a woman's body. We walked arm in arm to the Universiade Village. The Universiade Village apartments were quiet; the university students were all asleep, their dreams slumbering behind those hundreds of windows. On the lawn planted last year in the Universiade Village, Yanzi and I lay down in each other's arms. The lawn was soft, like nature's gift to our wedding bed; the moonlight was hazy, like a sexy bedside lamp. I slipped my hand inside Yanzi's white shirt, caressing one of her small, pumpkin-like breasts. She slipped her hand inside my underwear, grasping my dagger-like penis. " Yanzi, if we both go back to campus, do you think we'll do this?" " No!" Yanzi said. " Why?" " Because I like being with successful men." " But...but you failed . You and that silly goose are no longer compatible." The moon moved through the clouds, the night wind blew the moonlight , and I felt Swallow's hand holding my penis like an electrician's pliers. Suddenly, she tightened her grip, and with a " snap," she cut the wires of my life. " Ouch!" In the quiet night, I couldn't help but scream. " You son of a bitch Hu Chun, back in college you were like a little monkey, even skinning Ding Xiangyu ! How could I possibly love you? Times have changed, my husband's gone bad… Waaah…" Yanzi sobbed , but she still clung tightly to my limp penis. I was really worried that if she got angry, she'd tear it off.i=85>Come on. " I'm sorry, Yanzi, don't be angry. I just feel that you've been played by your husband for years, it's too unfair . Don't be so stubborn."

"
Oh dear!"
Yanzi sighed, stopping her sobbing and gazing at the night sky. I hugged her tightly,
feeling her body trembling. After a while, she stood up and kicked me. "
Alright! Get up. Stop pretending
to be a lover here. I'm going back to my empty room. You go back to your lover."
I insisted on taking Yanzi
home. "
It's so late. Do you know that all the perverts in Beijing are staring at you and drooling in the dark?"
"
Come on, as long as you don't drool."
"
A beauty like you, a beautiful young woman like you, everyone would
drool over you."
I rambled on, holding her waist. Yanzi's home is in Fuchengmen, which seems to be not far from Diaoyutai. The taxi
flashed . Yanzi told the driver to go onto the auxiliary road and stop by the main gate, "
Then please take him
away."
It seemed that Yanzi's drunkenness had worn off, but the tear stains on her face were still there. She looked quite sober in the moonlight.
I also wanted to take the opportunity to go to her house to observe whether her family was rich or poor, and whether that silly goose had really put her in the cold palace. The goose, wearing a bright red tie like a pig's tongue, looked like a small business owner with a mistress.
He rode a bicycle, with Yanzi sitting behind him, one arm wrapped around his plump waist. Her shy
face was pressed against his back. They sped past like the wind along the campus path, Yanzi's long hair flowing and
her floral dress fluttering,
eliciting
murmurs from the girls. It was the summer of 1988, and Yanzi and the goose
were in the throes of a passionate, hormonally charged relationship. Ding Xiangyu shared a dorm room with Yanzi. One day, Ding Xiangyu stammered to me,
"Yanzi is so annoying. She shakes the bed so loudly in the middle of the night .
Is she masturbating?"
I asked. It wasn't masturbation; it was
that silly goose hiding in the mosquito net, doing all sorts of things. I pretended to be asleep, but I was so annoyed! That silly goose was so disrespectful
to us girls, making those snoring sounds like a pig eating. "
And guess what?
Han Xiuyue, who was sleeping on the lower bunk, screamed—'Oh my god! There's blood on my face!'" Did
the man who didn't go home overnight actually bleed on Han Xiuyue's face? The other five
girls in their dorm, including me, all had
doubts. As the student council president, that silly goose did something so audacious really made me feel unbalanced.
"
If that silly goose can do it, why can't I?"
I retorted indignantly. At that time, Ding Xiangyu and I had only
kissed two or three times, and it seemed we hadn't gone to bed yet. Ding Xiangyu's face was flushed. "
How could I?"
Of course, she
understood what I meant. However, for that silly goose, sneaking into the girls' dormitory to spend the night in 1988 was an easy thing to do, but
for me, it was a dream. In 1988, Yanzi was completely fooled by that silly goose's sweet talk and openly risked being expelled from school
by letting him spend the night in her dormitory. But in 2003, that silly goose didn't even go home anymore, leaving Yanzi alone with
a heart full of resentment. She kissed me on the forehead. "
Thanks, buddy. Go now! Don't let that silly goose run into you."
"
Silly goose! Even you can't see him, how could I possibly have the chance to run into him? Yanzi, you were so bold back then, letting
that silly goose in the dorm overnight. How come you're getting more and more timid now? What's wrong with letting me stay half the night?"
"
Old Hu, those
were those, and now is now. Don't bring up my past, okay? When was 'back then'? Boss! Think back
, that was 15 years ago! It's not that I was afraid to invite you up to sleep half the night, I just didn't want to upset Ding Xiangyu.
"
Yanzi let go of my hand, her tone particularly sad and helpless. 15 years, 15 years, time waits for no one, we're no longer the carefree teenagers we used to be. The once delicate and
beautiful shows signs of weariness in the face of a cruel marriage, yet she still cares about Da Tou E's pride. On the night of April
4th, 2003
, in whose arms was Da Tou E laughing?
Would make Yanzi cry again? Thinking of Ding Xiangyu, I feel a little guilty towards her. At this time, is she sitting on the bed with her nearsighted eyes, waiting for me to come home? "
I need you to
hold me to fall asleep."
These past few years, she's become increasingly unreasonable. I suspect she deliberately created this
bad habit of needing to be held to fall asleep. This is truly outrageous; if I don't come home, she sits like a wooden statue until
dawn. This is driving me crazy. "
Let's go, Lao Hu,"
Yanzi said, tapping on the car window. "
Don't be a fool. A man who doesn't go home tonight is
the worst kind of man. Go back, Ding Xiangyu is waiting for you to come back and make love!"
I watched Yanzi's radiant smile in the moonlight
, a smile that seemed like the youthful smile of 15 years ago. The illusion flashed through my mind like a shooting star in the night sky. Yanzi
's smile made me want to cry. Lonely Yanzi wiggled her round bottom, her small backpack slung diagonally over her shoulder, swinging
back and forth . Her figure faded from light to darkness, gradually disappearing into the stairwell. I live in a rapidly developing community north of the Asian Games Village. The developer of the community is said to have been
a strategist under Mu Qizhong, quite like Mu Qizhong. Once, Ding Xiangyu came back and excitedly told me that she
had met that developer in the community. Oh my! Truly worthy of being Mu Qizhong's disciple, that air, that demeanor,
wow , amazing! From afar, he looks like a conman; up close, he's like a god; upon closer inspection, he's just a neighborhood developer, with
a slicked-back, thinning hair, a high forehead, small, slanted eyes, and every inch of his face seems to gleam with wisdom.
All the security guards in the neighborhood stood ramrod straight, saluting that guy, while he waved repeatedly, muttering to himself
as if he were a head of state. "
Hu Chun, can't you learn from him? That's what a man is like."
Ding Xiangyu's words left me
breathless for a long time, almost suffocating me. Damn it, Mu Qizhong, I'll probably never learn your ...i=82>Show-off behavior—standing in front of a world map with hands on hips, riding on the back of a leopard cat as if fighting it, and smiling arrogantly at reporters in court. What I can still accept is that Old Mou's disciple actually changed our neighborhood from " Garden of Talented Scholars" to...

Changing it to
"
The Rich Man's Garden"
must have been the idea of those petty swindlers, low-level bureaucrats, and sluts (mistresses) who live in the neighborhood
. But those hypocrites also have a point. Talented men, talented men—who still cares about talented men? Even if Wang Shuo and
Mo Yan lived here, so what? Can't beautiful women and mistresses live here? Not to mention those low-level bureaucrats wouldn't agree, even Mu
Qizhong, who's cultivating himself in prison, probably wouldn't agree. It's truly absurd! Changing it to "
The Rich Man's Garden"
is more in line with
the dream of someone like me who even dreams of becoming a tycoon. Old Mou's disciple later did something foolish: he
replaced statue of himself waving his hand. This change caused an uproar. The mistresses were indignant, arguing, "Why is there
a rooster statue? Whose mansion is this anyway? Is it our owner's mansion? " The mistresses surrounded the
clueless security guards, who only knew how to bow and scrape , spitting at Old Mou's disciple's statue. " Why don't we put our husbands' statues here too?" It seemed they had already prepared statues of men secretly keeping mistresses and unable to see the light of day. This greatly worried those scoundrels. How would they handle the situation with the mistresses causing trouble? Fortunately, the developer was pragmatic and secretly moved the stone statue away at night, replacing it with a stone lion. This made Ding Xiangyu sigh with admiration. " Old Hu, if you were as successful as Old Mou's disciple, I'd be willing to use my own savings to build you a stone statue to guard your bedroom door every day, how about that?" I said no, being a stone statue guarding the bedroom door is just like being a stupid dog. " I think you'd be more . In this day and age, nothing seems more prestigious than keeping a mistress." Ding Xiangyu shouted, " You stupid dog, you dare to challenge the new Marriage Law!" She rushed at me with a kitchen knife, " I'll castrate you first." I could only beg for mercy. The neighbor's stunningly beautiful mistress almost laughed herself silly . Under the moonlight, the luxurious mansion resembled a suburban cemetery. The stone lions at the entrance stood menacingly, their bared teeth resembling the developer's stern face. The security guard at the gate huddled together, emitting soft snores; if someone were to move the lions and the guard along with them, this guy would probably be completely unaware. A night breeze blew, and the streetlights flickered like phosphorescence . Whose woman was moaning so ghostly so late at night? Walking through the neighborhood felt like stepping into a horror movie; my heart pounded. The mistresses' brightly colored luxury cars created an eerie atmosphere. In Chapter 4 of "For Whom Do the Wildflowers of Beijing Bloom? ", I paid for a mistress's room. The elevator was out of service, so I had to climb the stairs, panting, one floor at a time. Finally, I reached my door. The "福" (good fortune) character, a gift from the Bank of China, that Ding Xiangyu had pasted on the door for the New Year , still lay there, gleaming. I opened the door with a rustling , like a lost soul entering the hall of marriage. On the dining table in the living room were chicken, duck, fish, and pork, as well as pig's trotters that my wife had specially cooked for me. Looking at the tempting pig's trotters, I felt a surge of emotion. Tonight, I had only been busy flirting and drinking with Yanzi and hadn't eaten much meat. A wave of hunger washed over me, and I grabbed a pig's trotter, sat down on the sofa in the living room, and began to gnaw on it carefully. The pig's trotters were cold, the bones were oily and slippery, and the flavor was slightly spicy—truly delicious, making my mouth water. I remember when we graduated from university, we lived together before marriage. Ding Xiangyu cooked pig's trotters for me on a coal stove in a dilapidated bungalow in Wudaokou. I vowed , " Just for these delicious pig's trotters, I'd spend my whole life with you." In just a few years, everything else has lost its flavor, except for these pig's trotters. Actually, Ding Xiangyu is still the same Ding Xiangyu, and the pig's trotters are still the same pig's trotters. What has changed? Is it the woman I once loved so deeply? Or is it the life that's swept up in a torrent of mud and sand ? After finishing my pig's trotters, I loosened my belt and went into the bedroom. Under the dim bedside lamp, Ding Xiangyu was asleep, leaning against the headboard, a copy of "Zhiyin" magazine clutched in her hand, looking like she was waiting for her husband to come home. Clear drool dripped from the corner of her mouth, and her breasts were exposed. This woman smelled incredibly alluring, and upon closer inspection, she was quite attractive. At that moment, I thought I should be nicer to her. Lately, the software industry has been in turmoil. Everyone's giving each other no face. Yonyou and Kingdee are fiercely vying for the top spot, with open and covert battles becoming commonplace. This has left us newcomers feeling anxious all the time. I even dream about Yonyou's boss, Wang Wenjing, and Kingdee's boss, Xu Shaochun, constantly arguing. At the beginning of the year, a meeting was held at Jiuhua Mountain Villa. The board of directors discussed and debated, finally deciding that this year's sales target should exceed 200 million yuan, and profits should not be less than 50 million yuan. Isn't this blatantly a ploy to force me out of office? 200 million yuan? I think that's wishful thinking. Everyone knows that the software industry has been shivering in a winter of discontent. Every day, for every software company that opens in Zhongguancun, there are just as many that go bankrupt. Those companies in the *China Computer News* that claimed to have achieved 600-700 million yuan in sales last year actually didn't even reach 100 million yuan. In recent years, the software industry has become obsessed with launching satellites and playing number games, inflating the bubble ever larger. This has made the traditional industries incredibly envious. Whenever they see a software company boss, even the owner of a small company with a dozen or so employees, they feel inferior. Sometimes I unconsciously feel a bit smug, as if the software industry has truly taken off, and by the end of the year, we'll all be at least millionaires. Our company boss is a thin, American-born Chinese. Don't let his age and the messy wrinkles fool you; he's over sixty and has incredibly strong sexual prowess, possessing an unparalleled ability to maintain his virility. Once, I landed a big deal worth over three million dollars, and the old man, overjoyed, insisted on taking me to see a show at " Heaven on Earth . " The so-called performance was just a large group of beautiful women in bikinis jumping around on stage, striking all sorts of provocative poses. Our boss watched with wide eyes and drooling. He immediately picked two of the most expensive ones, asking for two thousand yuan per hour. The old man wouldn't even haggle. I tried to bargain, but he waved his hand, " As long as the skills are good, two thousand it is! " He rushed into the private room, and immediately the moans and groans of the girls filled the air. After I finished, he was still making a lot of noise inside. I drank more than a dozen bottles of Tiger beer and he still hadn't come out. I got annoyed waiting and went to knock on the door."Boss, do you need my help? " the boss mumbled incoherently.

"No...no."
I knocked again. "
Boss, can you hurry up?"
He got angry now. "
You little brat, are you deliberately
causing trouble? Don't you want me to work here anymore?"
The boss roared angrily, scaring me into silence. It was truly amazing how he worked
on them for three whole hours, tormenting the two girls to the point of near death. Finally, he finished, but they
couldn't even collect their money properly. As they were leaving, one of the girls whispered in my ear, trembling, "
Brother,
aren't made of flesh?" "
Just thinking about Miss's pitiful questioning makes me want to laugh. That time at Jiuhua Mountain Villa, I was terrified by the 200 million sales target, my face ashen. I stammered as I
argued my case The software industry is in a slump! Enterprise users are getting more and more cunning, holding their money and waiting to see what happens. They don't take the bait easily, and once
they do, they're all nagging about kickbacks and delaying payments. 200 million is absolutely impossible to achieve!' Before I could
finish speaking , my five top performers started egging me on, complaining and making a huge fuss, which
greatly displeased the incompetent board members. As the vice president in charge of marketing, I oversee the five top performers in five major regions across the country. These five top performers have always been outwardly friendly but
inwardly hostile, scheming against each other." The power struggles are driving me crazy. Alu, the most capable guy in the East China region, achieved 30
million last year, but he keeps pestering me to transfer the receptionist from the group headquarters to him as his secretary. However, this receptionist
has been having an affair with Wang Xiaohu, the head of the North China region, and is picked up by him every weekend. Alu has been infatuated with the receptionist for at least
six months, harassing her daily with several phone calls. She looks quite like Jin Haixin, and every time he returns to headquarters, he has to report to "
Jin Haixin
's"
office first, leaving the young woman at a loss. This infuriates Wang Xiaohu. Meanwhile,
He Shang, the younger brother in the South China region, has been trying to annex the Central China region. The head of the Central China region used to be in the Bill Gates system and has a Harvard
MBA.
He speaks broken English mixed with a Wuhan accent, full of phrases like "I'm impressed!" and his real name is Liu Shuangmang. He's
always incredibly busy, undertaking nothing but wasteful and inefficient image-building projects, like inviting the boss to take the company's
shareholders on a Yangtze River cruise, then making a big fuss about it in the media, calling it "corporate culture." His
sales were less than ten million yuan; according to the regional management system, he should have been fired long ago. But he seems to be quite popular with the boss.
"
We still need people like him, keep him!" "
I bet this guy must have given the boss a lot of Wuhan '
local chickens'
as bribes
. Speaking of Old Monkey from the West China region, he was one of the company's founding members. When the boss came to China in the 1990s
to test the waters, he was the one who led the boss through business and tax matters, and he built up the relationships with the government and the industrial park. He
even rose to the position of vice president of the company. But this guy was not only lecherous, but also greedy for kickbacks. Any
office were ridiculously expensive. The year I joined the company, he actually... in front of me..." He reached into the skirt of the ugliest
female employee in the R&D department, and in a fit of anger, I banished him to Chongqing, demoted him two levels, and made him the most difficult position of General Manager of the West China region. In Chapter 5 of "
Whose Wildflowers Bloom in Beijing, " I gave these five "Kings" code names: West China Monkey, North China Tiger, Central China Rogue, South China Monk, and East China Donkey. I usually use code names when giving instructions. " Central China Rogue: This month's revenue isn't even enough for a big meal at headquarters, watch out for your job!" "North China Tiger: If the receptionist gets pregnant, your quarterly bonus will be zero. " "West China Monkey: A female employee from the Sichuan branch complained that you're being improper, please don't create a national first case of sexual harassment." And they all call me " Boss. " " Every weekend, my phone is flooded with text messages: ' Boss, beauties from Chongqing, hot pot, and monkeys from Huaxi are waiting for you!' 'Boss, wanna go to Dongguan for lychees this weekend? ' 'Boss, want to try some Wuhan ' local chicken' ? Fly over!' Actually, I know these bastards secretly call me ' Saddam , ' ' Grasshopper,' ' Mei Chaofeng,' and so on. Once, at a regional meeting on the Yangtze River, they gave a work report: ' Respected Boss, we are closely united around you, will always follow you, will not speak ill of you, will not leave any handle against you, and will always be loyal to your leadership…'" "... I was completely bewildered, unsure whether it was true or false, whether to believe it or not. At the banquet afterward, these bastards started jeering and toasting me again, spouting nonsense all over the table: 'Boss, we want to offer you the finest wine, save the meat for you first, and let you sleep with the women first!' Their flattery made me chuckle. However, I practiced iron-fisted, autocratic management, so they still respected me to some extent, although they secretly played tricks, making their falsified accounts flawless, leaving the head office's CFO, Ms. Dai Yuling, furious but unable to speak out, only able to secretly compete with me. One time, one of these hooligans from Huazhong tried to reimburse several thousand yuan, but I saw through it immediately. 'You fake foreigner, you can't even fake it properly!' If ' Sister-in-law Daiyu' had found out, I'd have gotten a scolding from the boss too. ' How did you even get your Harvard MBA ?'" Liu Shuang was still trying to argue, but I used the Nine Yin White Bone Claw to grab his thin neck and said fiercely in his ear, " You fucking made the boss lose face! " " Last August, at a marketing meeting in Jiuzhaigou, Huabei Tiger and Huadong Donkey started hurling insults at each other over market funding. Huadong Donkey even accused Huabei Tiger of having an abortion at the receptionist's place, which infuriated Huabei Tiger, who was mortified and tears welled in his eyes. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I gave them each a slap, silencing them completely. I sternly reprimanded them, saying, 'Remember this: we're all in this together, no one's a good guy, no one's a bad guy. From now on, you're absolutely forbidden from discussing personal conduct in meetings. That's your private life. I don't care about your private affairs; I only care about your sales performance. Anyone who exceeds ...'""The mission is complete," he said. " Don't even mention a receptionist, I'd pay for him to have a mistress!" This caused the five powerful figures to exchange bewildered glances, followed by a burst of laughter. "Boss, you're really something! With you around..."

With that statement, we had no reason not to work hard. "
We'll pay for you to take turns keeping
mistresses The money? It'll be factored into the sales expenses, nobody's going to notice."
However, to this day, I haven't seen any of those mistresses they were talking about.
It was just a lie they told each other. Every night, I still hug my wife and repeat the same monotonous routine. Spring in Beijing is filled with sandstorms. We white-collar workers in the capital toil in the sandstorms, wearing tacky
ties , grinning at clients, bowing and scraping to officials. Professional managers, after all! Like
a speck of dust in a swirling sandstorm, who cares about our lives? Who cares where we end up? I dragged my weary body, struggling like a maggot on the Third Ring Road. My beloved Beijing!
Why are you always so congested? Drowsily drifting off to sleep amidst the exhaust fumes, I'll be heading to that endless
feast : fresh seafood, Remy Martin XO, Yanjing beer, cheers, eat, eat! Ladies, come join
the bosses for a drink! Rock-paper-scissors for drinks, karaoke girls on the boat, saunas and massages, tips, vomiting,
contracts and kickbacks—it's always the same old theme. In this city of dazzling lights and bustling activity, in this market economy rife with under-the-table deals, I'm part of it all,
like an actor, moving with ease, laughing when I should laugh, crying when I should cry. Time flies. It feels like twelve or thirteen years have passed in the blink of an eye, like
attending a single banquet. The me who once never drank, whose face would flush red at the slightest lie, has now become
a master of all vices and a smooth talker. My former innocence, my former ideals, have become lies that slip out
of my mouth, forgotten as soon as they're uttered, utterly worthless, like vomit, something I despise. This is
my current state, but as long as I'm not drunk, I'm quite content with it. Of course, when I'm drunk, I become
a shrew, cursing everything—clients, boss, God, and the world—into a tirade. Tonight's client is a lighter manufacturer from Wenzhou. According to a credit investigation conducted by the East China Donkey Squad,
his ancestors for eighteen generations were all poor people in Wenzhou. It's estimated that he never had warm clothes in his childhood or enough to eat in his adolescence.
He belongs to the first generation of nouveau riche in China, the type who made his fortune through hard work in a small workshop.
The credit report also states that his net worth is at least over 100 million yuan, and his lighters are sold in dozens of countries, with Hollywood stars
using his lighters. However, his factory management is outdated, still using the abacus his grandfather was accustomed to.
He himself has amazing mental arithmetic skills and an exceptional memory; it's estimated that he manages the factory's inventory and sales through mental calculation and memory. The Wenzhou boss was indeed clever and cunning. He almost pounced on me, gripping my hand tightly and
flattering me in a soft, melodious Mandarin, like something out of Yue opera: "
Mr. Hu, you're so young and handsome!"
I said , "Oh,
not
at all,"
but in my heart I was thinking, "You old fox, you're trying to scheme against me, aren't you?" I know very well how attractive my features are.
While I'm not exactly a monkey, once when I passed by a TV station, a director ran out and
insisted that I appear on some kind of impersonation show called "Happy Camp," saying that my impersonation of Ge You would definitely charm a lot of viewers.
Besides, lately, company matters have been driving me crazy, my endocrine system is severely imbalanced, and my face is covered in acne.
Saying I'm "
handsome"
would be a complete lie. In college, for a long time, no girl wanted to date me.
Perhaps it was Ding Xiangyu who took pity on me and offered her affections; otherwise, for those four years I could only sit on
the rocks by the tree-lined path watching others hug and kiss. In recent years, I've accumulated a little money, and being older, I've stopped caring about
my looks. After a few attempts, spending some cash, surprisingly, even those incredibly arrogant and beautiful
girls are willing to hook up with me. This has eased my feelings of inferiority. But I absolutely do not believe that in the eyes of Wenzhou bosses, I am a handsome guy. We played drinking games, and the Wenzhou
boss had an amazing capacity for alcohol. He drank Moutai and Yanjing beer in turns, making me feel incredibly drunk. My stomach felt like
it was on fire. I stroked the Wenzhou boss's bald head and shouted, "
That's great! That's great!"
I went to
the bathroom , hiding in the smelly stall, sticking my fingers down my throat, and vomiting violently until bile
came out. My eyes were filled with tears. I remember once when Ding Xiangyu and I were getting a divorce, I went alone
to that Sichuan restaurant near my alma mater that was known for its "
one-night stands." I got drunk and started yelling like that, my eyes filled with tears. I realized that when I drank too much, besides vomiting, my eyes would also well up with tears, but they weren't tears of sadness, but rather tears induced by alcohol. That time at the " one-night stand" was truly unbearable to recall. In the end, I was so drunk that I mistook the proprietress for Ding Xiangyu. I hugged the proprietress's thick waist and shouted, " I love you! My darling, I love you! Come home !" But the proprietress was a stingy guy; he wouldn't agree. He rushed out of the kitchen and slapped me twice . After I was jolted awake, I wanted to fight back and give him a final showdown, but the boss was incredibly strong, having spent all his time butchering meat. I was no match for him. He picked me up and flung me away like a piece of rotten meat.

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