When he was about twelve, Bing
wanted to be a soldier. His father
spoke to him passionately of his
days in the army, and Bing had seen soldiers in his
town and on television: he admired their bearing,
their uniforms, their pride. Besides, he thought
that if he were a soldier he would be able to leave
his town and see the world. And if he was lucky
he would have a chance to defend his country like
the historical figures his teacher spoke of: none of
them was more riveting than Chairman Mao and
the story of how he freed his country.
When I said that I wanted to be a soldier, my sisters
encouraged me. They told me that since I was a man,
I could go wherever I wanted.
Bing was born in 1980, just before
China launched its family planning policy,
encouraging each family to have a single child.
He had three sisters; the eldest, who was
almost fifteen years older than him, looked
after him like a mother when their parents
went out to work in the fields.
Bing was born in Fuping, in China, but he was
just over a year old when his parents decided to
leave their hometown to try their luck in Zha
Lantun, in Inner Mongolia. They were very poor
and they believed that in those remote lands
they would have more and better opportunities.
They first herded sheep; later, they began to raise
chickens. His family’s income depended on the
weather: if the crops and animals grew, the family
got by. If not, they didn’t have enough to eat.
When he turned six, Bing started school. He
didn‘t like it: he was smart but naughty, and
the teachers didn’t know how to handle him.
Bing still remembers the time when he was
nine or ten years old and he stole a lollypop
from a classmate because he never had money
for lollypops. The other children found him
out, chased him and tried to hit him. But at
home he almost never went hungry.
They gave me everything they could. I was the only
boy and the youngest.
In traditional Chinese families, the mother
and sisters go without if necessary so that the
youngest son gets enough to eat.
Didn’t your sisters resent that?
No, they respected the tradition, and besides they
loved me a lot.
When Bing was fifteen, his parents’ chicken
ranch started to go well, and there was a bit more
money. So they bought their first colour TV.
I first saw what big cities were like on TV.
What did you think?
They had so many colours! In my town there were
almost no colours: white in the winter, green in the
spring, yellow in summer, gold and red in fall. In
the city, though, all the colours mixed together at the
same time. It was amazing.
Bing decided that one day he would see that
world. But before that, when he was sixteen,
his father sent him to a faraway school: in the
small city of Haila’er, to the far north, several
hours from Bing’s town by train, there was a
reputable institute which, thanks to the chickens,
Bing’s parents could afford.
It was fearfully cold in Haila’er. On Bing’s
first day it was -45°C. The teacher took the
students out into the courtyard to get some
exercise. He told them that if their ears hurt
from the cold, they should rub snow on them;
that way, a little skin might come off, but if
they rubbed them without snow, he explained,their ears would fall off.
He also told them to
If you do work hard you can be successful, make
something of yourself. If you don’t, you’re going to
be a nobody your whole life.
Rural migrants often assume that employment
opportunities are better in big cities; they are often right, although
the people in search of work usually outnumber the opportunities
Bing never forgot that. He graduated from
high school with very good grades, but when
he took college entrance exams he failed
because his handwriting was bad, he says. He
couldn’t get into the military academy to make
his dream of being a soldier come true. When
his father found out, he cried. Bing had never
seen him so sad, so disappointed.
I wanted to escape, to run away. He had such high
expectations of me, and he had spent so much
money on me… I was willing to do anything to
show him that I had not failed him. I heard about
a business school in Tianjin that would take me; I
asked him to pay for my first year and after that I
would pay for it myself. My father was going through
a hard time financially, but he gave me his last
savings to help me study. That was how, in the end,
I came to the city.
Bing was nineteen and felt that he was coming
into a new world. Tianjin is a coastal city
one hundred kilometres from Beijing. It has
ten million inhabitants, and is becoming the
newest pole of Chinese economic development.
When Bing got off the train, he thought
it had even more colours than he had seen on
TV. Bing couldn’t believe how tall the buildings
were or how many cars he could see.
Bing shared a room in a university dorm
with seven others and started attending classes.
Everything was going well, though the city
was too noisy, too full of strangers; he missed
the stars that he used to see in his hometown.
Shortly after arriving, he discovered that he
could make a little money by giving Chinese
classes to foreign students, but it took him a
few months to set up his first serious business.
At his college, there were public phones
that required special cards. Bing found a
place where he could buy these cards cheap,
and started to sell them to his classmates for
twenty or thirty percent more.
You mean, you took advantage of your roommates?
Didn’t that trouble you?
No. But I didn’t want them to be angry with me
either, so I included them in the business. I would
give them cards to sell and we would share the profit,
stuff like that. That’s the Chinese way of doing
business: get more people to participate and earn
money, that way you know they will support you. If
you want to win, you have to share your prosperity.
Bing earned enough money to pay for his
studies. And, when he graduated, he came
up with a better business: he and a friend got
two old machines and opened a small copy
shop across the street from the university. The
business was a success. Suddenly, Bing found
himself earning more than 200 yuan – US$25
dollars – a day. He was twenty-one years old,
rich, a self-made man, a true entrepreneur.
Bing bought a mobile phone and felt like the
king of the block. His dreams were coming
true, and it had been so easy. Soon he would
be able to bring his parents and show them
what he had done. Meanwhile, he spent his
money on clothes, books and stamps.
After a year, the owner of the store told them
that he would substantially raise the rent. Bing and
his partner couldn’t afford to pay so much more.
They couldn’t find anywhere else to go and, just like
that, his life as a businessman vanished into thin air.
I had forgotten what it was to work hard. I thought that
everything was easy: I thought I could do whatever I wanted.
Bing got a well-paid job at a computer company,
but never actually got paid. He couldn’t
find another job and, after three months,
he had to ask a friend to put him up. Bing couldn’t always afford to
eat. Someone told
him that they were hiring waiters at a large
karaoke club called the Oriental Pearl. Bing
applied and, after a few days of training, he
was serving food and drink. Now he was
earning in a month what he used to earn in
That was a terrible time, but I tried not to let it
get me down. Anyway, there was no way back.
I couldn’t go home; my father would never have
accepted me as a loser.
The Oriental Pearl is a sort of shining
monster, several storeys high with a hundred
rooms where customers drink, sing, relax,
have fun. Bing has been working there for five
years. Intelligent and persevering, he was given
several promotions and now he is a lobby
manager; he has many people working under
him. He earns about US$500 per month and
he saves two-thirds of his salary. Bing now has
about 100.000 yuan – US$13.000 – invested
in stocks for when he decides to start another
business. Bing says he wants to be like the man
who owns the Oriental, and six more clubs: a
native of Tianjin who started out with nothing,
and is now rich and successful.
You went to business school, had a business
of your own and now you work in a karaoke
club. How do you feel about that?
Here in China it is said that at thirty you have to be
someone. Well, I still have four years left. And for now
I’m saving and getting ready to set out on my own.
What are you thinking of doing?
I’m not sure, but I was investigating the market here
in Tianjin, and I think there’s room for a store that
sells brand name purses. So I could open one and
sell a lot of purses.
Originals or copies?
Copies, most likely, so I’ll earn more money.
Bing thinks that it is logical and fair that some
people have a lot and others very little. According
to him, rich people are the ones who have potential
and work hard; they deserve what they have. Poor
people don’t work hard enough, he says.
You mean that China is a country of lazy people?
No, the thing is that China only started to open up
recently. And to a large extent success depends on the environment
you are in. That’s why I wanted to
come to the city, where you can be successful.
Since China undertook market reforms,
around 150 million young people have
migrated from the countryside to the cities
in search of success – or at least the possibility
of eating every day. Most of these
young people were a part of the first wave of
migrant peasants who provided cheap labour
to factories in the cities. The more skilled
migrants, like Bing, are a sort of second wave
who have better prospects and more resources.
They all converge on the large cities
and they have changed the way of life and
physical appearance of these cities.
The city is the place where things happen. The city is
the future, where anything is possible.
Bing has a girlfriend who was just fired from
her job in an office because “her clothes were
too sophisticated”. She and Bing are planning
to get married in 2008, the year of the Olympics.
He says that that will be a joyous time for
everyone and he wants his wedding to be a
part of the celebrations.
So, if everything turns out well, what will
your life be like in ten years’ time?
Realistically, I think that in ten years I will have my own
business, people working for me, a house, a wife, a good car.
An Audi, definitely.
Bing isn’t worried about the fact that he
doesn’t have a hukou. The hukou is the document
by which the Chinese government gives
each person the right to reside in a certain
district and, hence, to use its schools, hospitals
and services. The vast majority of the 150
million migrants don’t have a hukou, and their
status is a major political and social question,
a matter of constant debate. Though they are
no longer sent back to their places of birth,
they still don’t have full access to services
where they live. Still, if you have money it is
not so hard to get a hukou, and Bing says that
that is not going to stop him.