My XX deal with Sister Nero

Maybe because the crowdfunding reached 2015 at that time, my friend became a little inflated and thought that spring had come. He planned to start a company and promote it at the end of .

That’s right, starting a company without any plan and without knowing what the goal is.

Then the matter naturally came to nothing.

It was not until 2017 that he finally found his goal, which was to open a training class.

At first, I thought this idea was pretty reliable. I could find some students and collect some IQ tax (PS: the reason why I call it IQ tax is that this circle has already formed a scale. Although the subject is unpopular, there are a lot of relevant professional information on the Internet, and many people are willing to teach for free as long as you have a sweet mouth). This is also a good idea. I even wanted to get some extra salary at that time. After all, I was poor, especially at that time I had a girlfriend, and I had to pay her a fixed 518 yuan every month.

At the end of 2017, this training class announced the first batch of tutors, who looked pretty good. At least they were either big names in the circle or serious PhDs in psychology. Until a month later, a new tutor, Yuan Wu, was added to the list.

Oh my god...this operation is so cool that I have no words to say, really.

We have been fighting against this charlatan for several years, and you just pull him here to be your teacher???

It's like you are a department manager in a company, and every day you tell your boss that the company next door is always thinking about acquiring us, and their boss is a bastard. Then your boss keeps nodding his head today and saying, "Okay, no problem, I get it." A few days later, he pulls someone over and says, "Look, this is the new vice president of the company."

That's pretty much how I feel.

A feeling of eating shit.

And that’s not all. In order to “better promote” the spiritual practice, Xiao Ma Ge brought the Course on Miracles to his training class to give lectures and serve as a teacher.

WTF…?

Let me give you a brief introduction first. Spiritual practice, or "spiritual cultivation", is a popular form of spiritual practice in modern times. However, because this circle is uneven and is filled with many scammers, charlatans and even cult organizations, the spiritual practice circle has always been looked down upon by many people. A Course in Miracles is one of them. I even feel that according to relevant domestic laws, A Course in Miracles can really be defined as a cult.

I had a duel with A Course in Miracles in 2014. At that time, I mocked their doctrine as nothing more than "marrying yourself and giving birth to yourself (PS: their doctrine is probably about there being something called the Holy Spirit, which is a bit similar to the collective unconscious mentioned by Jung in analytical psychology. It roughly means that in fact all of us are this ego called the Holy Spirit, and are his incarnations. I am you and you are me, so you have to forgive me. Well, that's roughly the idea)". The group of people who studied A Course in Miracles who I had contact with at that time were so thick-skinned that I felt sick, so I have always disliked them. And the most important thing is that the content of A Course in Miracles... is completely different from what Xiao Ma Ge wants to talk about!

Complaining about my dad (Part 1)

Yesterday my dad rushed to Chongqing from his hometown for a class reunion. As expected, my dad and I had another argument. Well, of course, I was still the one being argued on the unilateral side.

Every parent wants their children to be successful, but this is also the initial pressure for every child.

If, if I have such creatures as old readers, they might find that among the several books I have written, except for the emotionless female-oriented novels that I wrote secretly under a pseudonym, in other books, basically the protagonist's parents are either dead or busy, and the ones who appear the most, only appear in one chapter in total.

Because of the conflicts between me and my father, I don’t know how to deal with the relationship between the protagonist and his parents in the novel.

My father started working at the age of sixteen in a state-owned coal mine. Before I was born, he was already a grassroots leader. When I was a child, my relationship with him could be described as that of a father and son, but as I grew up, this relationship gradually transformed into that of a leader and subordinate.

Maybe my father has been used to being a leader for decades and can’t change it anymore.

When I was very young, he planned my future. After completing nine years of compulsory education, I would go to a technical school, the one near my hometown. After graduation, I would go to work in a coal mine. Just like him, I would start as a grassroots worker and climb up step by step.

But my dad never asked me if I wanted to do this.

I don't want to go into a coal mine because there are too many stupid teammates there and most of the safety accidents underground are man-made. In other words, you never know when you will die at the hands of your stupid teammates.

For example, at the end of last year, there was a safety accident in my hometown, eight people died, and even the bodies could not be found. If you see this kind of news too much, would I dare to go there again?

My father doesn't care about these things. He just thinks that if I can walk the same path as he has walked, I can definitely walk the same path as him.

According to the life path arranged by my father, I went to a junior college and studied coal mining, but after graduation, I worked in real estate sales.

I don’t know how many of my readers have worked in sales, but even if they haven’t, you should have heard that the sales industry is very hard, right?

I graduated at the end of June. I had been resting at home for less than two days or 48 hours when my dad came to Chongqing from his hometown and asked me why I didn’t find a job. He probably thought that one should find a job right after graduation. Rest? Are you kidding? You need rest at such a young age?

Then I joined a real estate company.

At that time, the company's salary was 1500 yuan without responsibility, and 2500 yuan with responsibility, with a commission of 30%. When I was interviewed, my father insisted on accompanying me. During the interview that day, my manager said this: "Our working time is 7:30, but sales, you know, there is actually no fixed working time."

My dad heard the first half of the sentence and automatically ignored the second half.

PS: Don’t ask me what female-oriented articles I’ve written. I put up a fake account just to prevent you from knowing! But then again, I might have some talent in writing female-oriented articles. The article I wrote was sold out for 40 yuan per thousand words, which was awesome.

Complaining about my dad (Part 2)

At that time, I was dealing with first-hand properties. I would get up at 6:30 in the morning, have breakfast, and take a bus to the company. I would arrive downstairs at about 8:30. I would go to work at 9:00 and have a morning meeting. Then I would go out at 10:00 to various major properties to attract clients and contact customers. In my free time, I would visit new properties to familiarize myself with them.

I return to the company at around seven in the evening, then organize the customer information in my hands, contact and make appointments with customers, have a party at around nine, summarize today's gains, and go home from work at ten. I arrive home around ten-thirty or eleven.

This is basically my daily life.

And at the beginning it said I could have one day off a week, but in fact, I only had two days off in July.

I get home at 10:30 or 11:00 every night, and the first thing I experience is being scolded by my father. Why? Because my father thinks that I must have gone out to play since I get off work at 7:30 and come home at 11:00. And if I don’t eat after work, it means I have eaten out. Since I went out to play, the food must be very good.

To sum it up, I have a lot of money to spend, so I go out to play and eat delicious food every day.

I also want to eat delicious food, but the area I was in charge of at the time was still a construction site with more than a dozen buildings, which were basically not repaired. The most common thing there was tofu rice for five yuan a bowl, because it was large in quantity and filling, so the workers on the construction site liked it.

Have you ever seen a migrant worker go to a western restaurant to eat steak during his lunch break?

My father didn't believe it. He thought selling a house was easy and all it took was talking. I told him that if you really think I have an easy job and still have time to play every day, you can run around with me for a day. It's hot in the summer, and I don't want you to stay outside in the sun. When I bring in clients, I'll buy you a newspaper. You can sit in the sales department with the air conditioner on. I'll ask my colleagues to prepare drinks and biscuits for you. You can eat if you're hungry. You can eat the same thing as I do for lunch or dinner. You can go home with me when I get off work. That way you won't say I'm playing every day.

Then my dad got an attitude.

If I can't do it, I won't go up, but I will just sit there and talk nonsense.

This helpless attitude leaves me helpless.

In the whole month of July, I didn't make a single order, and I only had a salary of more than 900 yuan before I had worked for a full month. After my father returned to his hometown, he called me every night in August to scold me. One night, at around 9 o'clock, I was still at work. He called and asked me where I was playing. I said I hadn't left work yet, and he yelled, "Who do you think you are? Can't your company transfer without you?"

Well, I was sitting next to the regional manager at that time, and our regional manager looked at me in surprise, which made me feel embarrassed.

Later, I couldn't stand the scolding anymore, so I simply resigned. My team manager at the time even asked me if it was because of my dad's scolding. I felt a little embarrassed and could only vaguely say that I had a new job.

In August, the company I worked for was acquired by Lianjia, so in September I received a base salary of 3,500 yuan. Then, as expected, when my dad heard that I had resigned, he called me and scolded me, saying something like, "You don't even want a job that pays 3,500 yuan a month? Are you just having too much money to burn?"

Then, I went to customs.

Complaining about my dad (Part 3)

Customs work is easy, working from 9 to 5 with weekends off, and to put it nicely it is an eight-hour work system, but in reality we don't really work eight hours.

I arrive at the joint inspection building at nine o'clock, change clothes and linger for a while, and basically start work officially at nine-thirty, then leave work on time at eleven-thirty to have lunch, come back and take a nap, and go to work at two o'clock. At four-thirty, I stop working and prepare to change clothes, and leave before five o'clock. So out of the eight hours of work, I am actually only working four and a half hours.

Well, when I have free time, I dare to turn down the volume and watch the puppet show in the customs declaration hall, let alone typing.

Of course, I am lucky and have a good relationship with those corporate customs brokers. If anyone wants to mess with me, I can just report them and I will be finished.

But my dad was very unhappy with my job.

The reason for dissatisfaction is that I only need to work eight hours a day.

After he retired, he couldn't sit still, so he found a job as a security guard, working twelve hours a day. Then he scolded me, saying that I couldn't endure hardship and only worked eight hours.

Can you blame me for the eight-hour working period stipulated by the State Council?

To be honest, the salary at customs is not high, but if you really talk about the treatment in detail, well, it is really not bad.

For meals, there is a cafeteria and the food is not bad. Usually, the companies in the customs area will give you some gifts to build relationships with you. Of course, after Xi came to power, those companies were not so blatant in giving gifts, but they never stopped giving you small items like mineral water and soda water, which no one would check. Apart from that, I have only been working for more than a year. Although I was not allocated a house or something, I have a public housing quota, but because I already have a house, I have never used it.

Working here, food and accommodation are basically provided, and you don't even have to spend money to buy water. The monthly salary of 518 yuan was purely pocket money, so at that time, not only could I support my girlfriend, but I also had a fixed amount of yuan every month.

But my father is very dissatisfied with my work, or with me.

During the National Day in 2016, in accordance with relevant regulations, I went home for holiday. My father was in Chongqing at that time. When he saw me go home, the first thing he said was to scold me, which stunned me. My father scolded me for only one reason: I can't endure hardship. Others on statutory holidays such as National Day are thinking about working overtime to earn triple wages, but I went home to rest.

I was stunned, really.

Customs officials are civil servants. According to the State Council regulations, civil servants work from 9 to 5 and have weekends off and holidays as usual. I think many people know this, right?

But perhaps many people don’t know that there is a regulation within the customs, which is that customs clearance will not be done on holidays. Customs clearance means that imported and exported goods must go through relevant procedures in accordance with the law when entering and leaving the country. Not clearing customs on holidays means that the customs will not do these things on holidays.

I told my dad about it, but he didn't understand. He asked me in a mocking tone, "So what you're saying is that the country doesn't do business on weekends?"

PS: When I was working at the customs, my unit was far away from my home, and it took more than two hours to get home by car. Considering the remote location of the workplace, we specially rented several houses as dormitories. Well, the rent was paid by the local government, and we only had to pay for water, electricity and gas.

Complaining about my dad (Part 4)

To be honest, the country really does not do any business. Even though China is one of the five major gangsters and one of the world's largest arms exporters, how many of the domestic weapons currently circulating in the world are circulated in the name of the country? Most of them are circulated in the name of various companies, right?

The main job of customs is to collect various tariffs, not to do business.

So if you really want to insist, the country not only does not do business on weekends, but also does not do business at any time.

Besides, civil servants work from 9 to 5, which is a regulation of the State Council. Customs does not clear customs on weekends and holidays, which is a regulation of the General Administration of Customs. If you really have any objections, you can go to Beijing and raise them with the State Council and the General Administration of Customs. What's the point of telling me these things?

According to relevant regulations, the customs was closed during the National Day holiday, and there was no work. I couldn't even find a reason to work overtime. I couldn't report to my superiors that I applied for overtime because I hadn't finished watching the puppet show and wanted to use the company computer to watch it, right? Although the Internet speed of the customs was indeed very fast.

When my dad saw me take out my computer and open a Word document, it suddenly dawned on him that he understood why I didn't work overtime.

"You're not working overtime just to write your shitty novel?"

To be honest, I have written eight novels in total, two of which are on Shuke. Among these eight novels, only the last one was bought out by a big website. Before that, my books basically made no income. Well, my last book on Shuke made me a total of 90 yuan. It's true.

And the book I wrote in 2016 happened to be that book.

So I write books purely for fun.

It’s best to make money, but it doesn’t matter if you can’t.

After all, I was at the customs at the time and had nothing to do, right?

But my dad took it for granted that I had come home to write a novel instead of working overtime. I was very confused at the time. If I could work overtime, why didn't I write in the Joint Inspection Building? Was the mobile network at home fast? 100KB per second. I was not satisfied with the 10M per second network at the customs, so why did I come home to suffer?

Are you kidding me?

But my dad doesn't understand. He doesn't know anything when I explain the Internet to him, so I can only tell him in a simple way: "Our home is not far from Chongqing's Jiangbei Airport. You can go to the airport. There is an airport customs there. You can ask them if they are open on weekends and holidays?"

Airport customs have to work overtime on weekends and holidays. After all, what is involved there is not only imported and exported goods, but also people. Goods can wait, but people cannot.

But our customs area involves the China-Europe Express. There are only two trains a week and I am usually too idle at work, okay?

Later, for some reasons, I realized that my salary was too low, so at the end of 2017, I chose to resign and start my own business.

PS1: The Chongqing section of the China-Europe Express, also known as the Chongqing-Xinjiang-Europe Express (Chongqing-Xinjiang-Europe), was really idle from 2016 to early 2017, with not much work to do. So I had plenty of time to write at that time. Well, I just chose to watch puppet shows at that time.

PS2: I have written eight books in total, two of which are in Chuangshi. The first one was harmonized. When I was writing the second book, I had just graduated and was working at Lianjia. I had no time to write, so I stopped. I was so well prepared for that book that I prepared a detailed outline of about words for the preface alone. Now I still have words of manuscripts saved in my computer. This book is finished or almost finished. If you are interested in reading it, I will post it here. Well, it's free. I'm too lazy to put it on the shelves. After all, the book is not very suitable for Shuke's style.

It was a coincidence that the third book was abandoned because one of the chapters was posted wrongly. Since the chapters were put on the shelves and could not be modified, I decisively abandoned it. The fourth book is a bit autobiographical in nature. I stopped writing halfway because I haven’t lived my whole life yet. The fifth book was the previous one on Shuke. I failed to write it, so it was abandoned. The sixth book was started on Qidian. I wrote it for fun, with only seven chapters. The seventh book... it’s been bought out. The eighth book, Nero, is here.

Complaining about my dad (Part 5)

For most people, starting a business is actually gambling, gambling on their own future. If you win, you may earn over ten thousand yuan a day. If you lose, you will be heavily in debt, just like me now.

At first I didn't dare tell my dad because he would definitely scold me. My dad always thought I was stupid and didn't have the strength to do hard labor, so I could only work in a factory and never make it. From childhood to adulthood, he rarely praised me, and he didn't even know what I was doing.

It’s not that I lack communication, but I talked to my dad about it several times and he didn’t care.

I started my business in December 2017 in Chengdu. I worked as an editor for a small website in the first half of the year. Then, well, I was impressed by the courage of the boss of this website. In May, he fired all the editors and ran away with the newly recruited people. He sold the new website to a company and went to work for the company.

This operation is so confusing and confusing that if you don’t explain it in detail, no one would be able to understand its specific steps.

By the way, this boss was also one of the editors-in-chief of Shuke back then, but he later ran away. Well, old readers who are familiar with Shuke should be able to guess who he is.

After being fired, I and several other colleagues were all confused. It could be said that he had coaxed us into joining, and then fired us in less than half a year. The most outrageous thing was that my monthly salary was 1,800 yuan at the time, but I only got 1,800 yuan in April. In the previous months, I only got 1,300 yuan at most. The reason was that we didn't work.

Bullshit, how can we work without a good website? We didn’t even know where to open the book when we asked authors to do it, and we actually asked a few big guys to come over, such as Kang Luoli.

After May came out, a few of us started our own business, and then... we failed. So far, I owe more than 100,000 yuan in debt. Of course, I have chosen the path, and even if I hit a wall, I have no regrets. I will pay back the money and do what I should do.

But sometimes my dad is really hard for me to understand.

I didn't dare tell my dad about my debt. I didn't dare tell anyone in my family, not even my sister. Although if my sister knew, given her personality, she might really try to find a way to pay it back for me.

I have to bear the consequences of my own mistakes, so after I returned to Chongqing in December, I worked odd jobs to support myself, wrote code, and used the extra money to pay off my debts. But my father didn't know all this. He only knew that I was alone in Chongqing, and when he called me, I was either asleep or didn't answer.

I sleep because I have to take a nap in the morning after working the night shift, otherwise I won’t have the energy to write in the afternoon. And I don’t answer the phone at night because I don’t dare to answer it. I’m working. What if I’m exposed, won’t I be beaten to death?

When my previous book was not making money, I was typing away and my dad would scold me, thinking that I was delaying my work. Later, when another big website bought out the book and I could make money as long as I wrote, my dad started urging me to write more, including this book. It would be fine if I said that my dad is very realistic, but sometimes, like yesterday, my dad still scolds me for typing away.

Now I can’t support myself by writing, so this has always been my side job. My main job is still entrepreneurship. I have also thought that if entrepreneurship still doesn’t make progress in these few months, I will choose to give up and go to work and do whatever I should do.

PS: This boss... is really awesome. He asked us to recruit authors in December, but the website was only half-finished in April. We resigned in May and started our own business. In mid-July, we heard that he took 70,000 yuan invested by a shareholder and borrowed 60,000 yuan from a loan shark and ran away. Well, the shareholder forgave him because this boss bought the website. He invested in a company with the website and became a deputy editor-in-chief in that company. The most awesome thing is that the website was originally a new media website, but he tricked them into doing fantasy.

So sometimes this person is really very capable in business, but his IQ is really not online sometimes, because the series of fancy operations when setting up the website are still fresh in my memory. If it weren’t for these operations, the website could be launched in January, and it would also come with an APP. Why would a semi-finished product be released in April?

Complaining about my dad (Part 6)

But my dad always thought that my main job was writing novels.

He even said so to the outside world.