How Can the Poor Become Wealthy?

There are many capable people in the cryptocurrency world, but they generally don't communicate here.

In the cryptocurrency world, there are more losers, slackers, and scammers. Every day, they post boasting about how to get rich, and out of ten, nine and a half are just that.

How do poor common people become wealthy? In two sentences: Be serious about being a righteous person! Be serious about doing the right thing!

I was born in the 1970s, the offspring of poor people. The most successful thing was that the whole family had enough to eat, a place to live, and clothes to wear. The outstanding ones could send their children to school and university.

In my family, there are two brothers. My father was a worker, and my mother was the first in the county to pass the entrance exam to high school. It took three days to reach the provincial capital, where she entered Hunan First Normal University and later became a primary school teacher. They were excellent because, in the entire street, only my brother and I went on to university.

In my generation, with the reform and opening up, and the wave of layoffs and state-owned enterprise restructuring, there was no common person not affected. My father retired early and opened a small shop, managing to support us through college. After graduation, both my brother and I were taken in by the large factory where my father worked. My brother went to the factory office, and I entered the factory's computer information office (the procedures were promised by the factory manager, monitored by my father, for a simple reason: my father was an excellent welder, one of the first batch of certified technicians in the country in the 1980s, and among the five welders in the province, he was one of them. Not only in the factory but also in the provincial metallurgical system, any welding jobs that couldn't be done had to be done by my father).

My father taught us that as long as we are willing to endure hardship and learn, we will be better than others. My mother taught us to think more and reflect deeply, so we would learn more than others.

My brother and I were not content to work in a factory. He once went out with the factory manager for negotiations and was recruited by the State Development Bank. After the talks, he was transferred there, while I directly took leave without pay and went to Guangdong.

Before leaving, my parents advised: Don't be afraid of hardship, don't be afraid of failure. At worst, just come back and talk more. Be practical and be an upright person. They said: Integrity and conscience are like the hands and feet, and the vital organs of the body; they are part of the body and cannot be traded. Once sold, they cannot be regained.

I have been in Guangdong for four years, sitting in air-conditioned machine rooms and pushing carts selling instant noodles in the streets and alleys. In winter, I traveled to Inner Mongolia for business, working in minus ten-degree weather to lay lines for the first generation of electronic police. I pushed carts back and forth in Huaqiangbei and Tianhe in Guangzhou to deliver computers. By the year 2000, I was sitting on the 33rd floor of the Zhongdian Building, becoming the youngest regional sales director and deputy general manager in the company domestically. When I first went to Guangdong, my monthly salary was 1,100 yuan. When I left Shenzhen in 2001, my annual salary was over 100,000 plus bonuses.

I left Shenzhen in 2001 and went to my girlfriend's hometown in Shanghai to get married. In 2003, I resigned to start a business. The company owner sponsored me 200,000 yuan and provided two laptops, saying that if I lost everything, I could return to the company. I have been doing this until now, in a semi-retired state.

After more than twenty years of entrepreneurship, I was deceived in 2005 and nearly went bankrupt. With tears in my eyes, I apologized to a dozen colleagues, saying we could only pay half salary for the next six months. Those willing to stay would struggle together, and those who weren't wouldn't be forced to stay. Not a single person left, and by the end of the year, we not only avoided losses but also made a profit. Later, these people mostly became managerial staff participating in the year-end bonus.

In 2006, I bought my first house to welcome my child's arrival. From 2008 to 2015, I encountered opportunities, and the company effectively doubled its revenue every year.

In recent years, business has stabilized. The group of people who started with me have all married and settled down, reaching middle age. They are slowly beginning to semi-retire, learning while using spare money for investments.

Investing spare money is like buying a house; it's considered a windfall. I can study and think seriously about it, but I won't gamble. There's no need. Throughout my life, I've deeply understood: windfall wealth will only be the icing on the cake. Without a solid foundation and without moral restraint, it will inevitably lead to a mismatch between virtue and position, resulting in nothing.

I only traveled abroad for the first time in 2009 to Hong Kong and Japan, purchasing my first batch of so-called luxury brands. In 2017, after working on a smart sports hall project, I rewarded myself by changing my car from a GM to a Mercedes. Chasing trends has nothing to do with me.

During the pandemic, the company was initially reluctant to open. However, seeing those employees, I didn't want to owe them anything, so I sold two apartments to cover their salaries and social security, and encouraged them to keep pushing forward.

Until now, I am still the first to arrive at the company and the last to leave. Until now, I have never deceived anyone or owed anyone anything, and I feel at peace. Until now, I have always believed: hard work pays off, and the heavens will never let down a diligent and sincere person.

Writing these down is based on real experiences, but I also disdain to verify them with those who might take them too seriously (after all, I am just part of those who have established families and careers, not a wealthy tycoon, and I don't expect to be). I just want to tell some young people what is worth pursuing seriously.

As for those who deceive and boast about their business, our positions differ. What we see and what we think are not the same. I don't care what their real situation is now, whether it has cause and effect, or whether they can end well. I can't be bothered; I only disdain.