Today when I was idle I sorted out the photos in my old computer and inadvertently flipped to the most difficult time in the past. How hard was it?

I was a big man with maybe a couple dozen dollars in cash on me, and on my card, only a hundred dollars or so left.

Four years ago, in the winter, after my first business failed, I almost lost all my belongings, and after selling all the equipment in the bento store, I barely managed to pay my employees' salaries, and the partners were separated, and therefore I was estranged from a few of my close friends, and even turned against one of them.

The night I parted ways with them, I stayed in my cramped rental room, made a bowl of instant noodles, and gulped down a large glass of boiled water, as I was so poor I couldn't even afford to buy alcohol.

There was no rent for the next month, and even getting enough to eat was a problem.

There was nothing I could do, so I started working as a temp at a fried chicken restaurant, where my main job was to pass out food and cut it up, and to wash the fryer and serve the food.

I remember fondly the narrow and high staircase of that fried chicken restaurant, the kitchen was on the first floor and the dining table was on the third floor, every day I had to run up and down about a hundred times. I had a knee injury and the pain made me shiver.

The kitchen was stuffy and hot in the winter, with temperatures basically in the forties, and at one point the welds on my glasses actually melted.

As for the salary, it was ten dollars an hour, not counting the lunch break. In fact, the boss is quite good to me, selling leftover fried chicken or guests did not finish allowing us to take to eat, but also allowed me to eat in the kitchen hungry first, full of a big bowl of rice on the seaweed soup and seaweed eat down, is my day the happiest thing.

By the way, there was an employee of my former bento store who followed me into the fried chicken restaurant at that time, he fried the chicken and I washed the oven.

Lunch breaks with them sitting in front of the store smoking and chatting, bragging and farting, and at night when they closed, they made dinner together, brushed the floor, washed the pots and pans and hummed a little song and took out the garbage, which is also an unforgettable memory.

At this point, I had already retired from renting a room, and every day I had to ride a battery-operated bicycle to the university dormitory five kilometers away, Hangzhou's winter is cold and wet. Those months the rain did not stop, every time I went back to the dormitory is almost always drenched to the point of wetness, the rain is so heavy that it seems to splash water directly in my face, raincoat hat was blown over again and again, simply can not see the road, I can only use all the time hand blocking the face, through the gap between the fingers gritted teeth and continue to drive.

At 10:30 on Xueyuan Street, my cheeks were no longer warm.

Actually, I'm quite glad I didn't have an accident on the road or get sick from the rain until now, or else the medical bills would have been another problem.

Those days, I was filled with the disgusting smell of fumes, sitting in the classroom when the class, I can not remember how many blank stares, and how many people far from avoiding my position, and even some people directly to me to scold me to let me get out of the way.

Being in the past, I can't imagine.

And then later, in addition to the fried chicken work, I also part-time to help friends sell headphones. Sell a headset to remove the postage I can earn about 20, business is good when you can earn 50 or 60 dollars a day, I was so happy that I rushed to the store to sell a packet of betel nut and the store together with the guys "betel nut with cigarettes, the power is boundless."

By the end of the year 13, I had prepared for three months, and then I put up the money I had spent on temporary work and headphones, and rented the same rental house again.

It was just me, and I set up a so-called "business consulting company". It's just a store brokerage, job referral, remodeling, and so on. The manager, salesman, clerk are all me, that commercial street in the transfer of stores I ran all over, the mode is probably:

"Hello, I am in this side of the store agent, I see you this side of the store in the transfer, we can help you to turn." (At this point I will hand over my own business card that I went to the advertising agency to make)

"No need, we will transfer it ourselves."

"We don't charge for this, but we will charge you 3% of the transfer fee after you sign the contract with the contractor and get the transfer fee. In addition, the contract and agreement on our side will also help you write a good."

"You don't want to charge me first? That's fine, just go ahead and transfer it."

"Okay, then as soon as I have an interested customer on my side, I'll bring it in to talk to you."

Honestly, at that time I described myself as a partner in the store rather than an agent before taking on the side, so that they would be much less resistant.

Since then, as long as I received a call from the customer to take the contract and agreement to hoof it to the location of the stores need to be transferred, basically I have to be earlier than the customer and the businessman, Hangzhou's winter is really wet and cold, I rode a battery-operated bike around the Xia Sha circle and circle, over and over and over again.

Who would have thought that I would have been a road warrior and miraculously memorized all the roads in Xiasha?

Business is not so good, the first two months down I did not make a single business, I went back to the days of living on noodles. The businessmen always skipped me at the last minute of the transfer process and contacted the clients directly, leading them to reach an agreement without having to pay me a brokerage fee, and I, for one, could do nothing about it.

I've tried everything: signing the brokerage contract in advance, not giving the merchant the client's contact information, or directly facilitating their signing in front of me. But it didn't work, and since I don't have an officially registered company, fundamentally the agreements I supposedly signed with them were of no practical use.

Those days were really hard, and I thought about giving up and going back to work as a temp at a fried chicken restaurant,at least that way I'd still have enough to eat.

Finally, at the end of the year, I met a conscientious renovation company, in my efforts to facilitate the renovation of them and a new store project. The whole project was about 120,000, I think, and he promised me 3 points or three percent brokerage fee.

We signed a contract and stamped it, but I'm still not sure because there are too many precedents. I've been watching the renovation work a little bit, he has signed a contract with the business, but he is reluctant to give me the agency fee, the reason is that they have not been in place the money for the project, for which I called him every now and then to ask him about the situation, because I really do not have a way back.

At the end of January 14, I was about to leave Hangzhou to go back to my home on the last day, I was forced to block the door of the renovation company to sit for a whole day.

The company's main goal is to provide the best possible service to its customers, and the company is committed to providing the best possible service to its customers, and the company is committed to providing the best possible service to its customers.

"No. You said three points should be three thousand dollars! You said three points should be three thousand six only."

"That's all the cash I have on my side, I can't get it out if you want another hundred."

"I see you also quite not easy, quickly take the money to go home to have a good New Year."

"Okay then."

The moment I got the money, my whole entire mind went blank. The past days of pain and suffering all like a movie played frame by frame, in the elevator downstairs, I can not help but shed tears, clenching my teeth and trembling, scared next to the white-collar tightly clutching the bag, there is a trend that I have any abnormal behavior shouting for help.

And I've been out of the most bitter and miserable days since then. Although the later life is still not too moist, but no longer need to eat noodles all day, the trajectory of life is also slowly towards the good side. (See here, there may be people who want to ask me:

Then I was so bitter why not ask for help from home? Instead, I had to go through this on my own?

That's because my suffering is self-inflicted, those who want to come home to start a business money is also my own loss, my failure, no one else, all the results should be borne by my own, or else what the fuck am I still a man?

It's not like I'm going to admit defeat like this, you know!

Being born to do it, it doesn't pay to hesitate.