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Originally Posted by
joker88
How have u been since we last met in SZ some time back?
Not too good, as I have just got “relieved” of my position, forcing me to resign and leave the company. I am still serving out my notice period as a lobo.
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Hope to meet you again perhaps in Shanghai this time. Hahaha…
Sure, if I get a job in SH!
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By the way, I din know that you ever worked in a factory in China?
Yo, bro, read the very first post - I have indicated right at the start that this is a work of fiction. In all my 20+ years of career, it has always been in the service business, one way or another.
I did have one good friend who forwarded my CV to a board chair of a company that runs factories though. I thought it was quite crazy, but I am willing to learn and adapt, if given the chance to.
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Originally Posted by
francined69
re your encounter in the hospital, it’s true. payment first before treatment (and hospital charges are not cheap). money talks in china, gone are the days where people are kind hearted.
In China, life is cheap. A dead Chinese is one less competitor for jobs, and one less mouth to feed. The mighty red Mao notes is king.
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Originally Posted by
HornyTod
For a fictional story, i say brother yours is quite convincing..
Perhaps because I made liberal use of my knowledge of China and Chinese culture in my stories? I have been in China for nearly a decade.
A few more bros upped me - thank you so much. If only all these points can be converted to an offer in China, I’d be so happy. I’m busy with a translation project that will hopefully impress someone and land me a job. I may be “out of action for a while”, as I will also be undergoing surgery in Singapore this week as well.
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Originally Posted by
junior_cannibal
Bro, didn’t mean to be a wet blanket, for the more senior roles you want, quite unlikely the current translation project can achieve.
Not a wet blanket, cannibal. I am aware of that when I took it on. I just want something to do, instead of loboing. The project will help out a friend too, so you can say I’d be increasing my store of “karma”, haha.
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Instead, you may want to revisit some of your contacts in China. Talk to as many contacts as possible. If your skill and experience is not redundant, the only reason you have not yet found an offer - you are not talking to the right person. Good luck.
Yes, that is what I have been doing now. Been talking and networking like crazy.
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Originally Posted by
DTCEPL
Do drop your CV with the local head hunter firms, they do have good openings, I got my Sales Director through such route and he is quite well remunerated.
Yup, been doing that too! I’m not going to idle away and die! No lobo for me!
I’m already on many job boards. Sigh, difficult to type with an arm in a sling. Have to be in sling for a month.
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Originally Posted by
naturegreen
No more?
At least not till my right arm has recovered sufficiently! It took me forerever to type this!
Note: I will hang whoever asks me how fast it took me to type these out. Bloody difficult to type with one and a half hand (the other one requiring rest every few moments, to relieve the weight on the shoulder).
PA Shen called for a general staff meeting the next day at the factory floor. My HR Manager took the stage, telling the staff of the “great disturbances” caused by an errant staff whom I have “punished greatly”. She went on to declare how caring I was in paying for the medical bills, and how “honored” I was in the community, as the hospital billed the company HR instead of having them pay in cash (to great gasps). It was amazing how they look up to “those with connections”, and more so if that person is a foreigner. Times have changed, of course, and such is no longer true in Shanghai today.
To great applause, I handed out the 委屈奖 and declared a day of rest for the security officers. I exhorted the staff to work even harder, and announced how I intend to give a bonus if our factory exceed our target. The last one was unannounced to the middle management, and I could notice the worried looks on the HR Manager’s face as she heard that.
I had also given Mr Li a call early in the morning, and requested to see him in person at his office. I wished to make any apologies in person, and was willing to take the rap for any problems caused. My driver was waiting for me outside the company van when I finished with the ceremony, and quickly opened the door for me. He has learnt well, after being told off by me for sitting in his van while I struggled to open the unlubricated door of the van. He had since learnt to lubricate the sliding door regularly, and to open the door for me.
Mr Li’s office was unusual for Chinese of his status, in those days - it was located in his villa. Most Chinese businessmen preferred (and still prefers) to take on a big building, whether by lease or outright purchase. They would take the highest and biggest office. And when I say big, we are talking about a personal office easily 200-400 square metres. Yes, one can fit a family into the Chairman’s office in China.
Mr Li’s villa itself was easily 400 square metres, so obviously his office, a room in the villa, was not that big. Nevertheless, it was a comfortable and cozy place to meet. The domestic servant (阿姨, “auntie”) took me instead to the living room, where Mr Li was waiting for me, sipping on his wine. Mrs Li was nowhere to be seen.
Motioning me to take a seat, he took another glass and poured the wine. It was imported French wine. It would take a few more years before the Chinese red wine industry begin to take off, with their Changcheng series. Personally, I still think they suck compared to the real stuff from overseas. The Chinese are good only at their native
baijiu
.
I took a sip and explained to him what had happened from head to toe. I felt I had to be honest with him, even if it meant losing my job. I left out nothing, not even the part where Xiao Wang serviced me sexually on a regular basis in return for my keeping her on payroll, in a different job.
Mr Li had listened intently all along, and when I finished with yet another 对不起 (sorry), he motioned for me to stop.
“Xiao Chen (funny how adding a “little” in front of a surname can be a symbol of belittling, or a symbol of endearment), remember when I asked you back in California if you can handle women?”
My heart sank. He was going to find fault with me, and possibly dismiss me, just as I was getting comfortable with my job.
“It takes a lifetime of learning to handle women, so consider this a good lesson owned. A successful man has to be able to handle many women, whether as working partners or as sexual partners. No one will consider you successful here until you have managed to prove this. There is a reason why Yao married his two daughters to Shun.”
Yao was a king during the legendary period of China, before the Xia dynasty. He married his two daughters to Shun to test out the man. Shun managed both women well, and Yao soon appointed Shun his successor in favor of his nine worthless sons.
“I believe you have a great future ahead of you, Xiao Chen. Like Yao, I have a worthless son, who only knows how to spend my money. Without a person managing my business when I go, he will eventually spend off the entire family fortune. I have no daughter to marry off to you, but I hope you will continue with me, for the sake of my son.”
I was half-tearing when I heard that, for some unknown reason. I must have bought into the Chinese melodramatic way of life in my time here. I stood up and bowed to him, thanking him for giving me a chance and teaching me how to “be a real man”. The old man stood up and held my hand, and I could see him tearing too, as he also thanked me for “sticking to him”. None of his Taiwanese senior managers had ever stuck to him all these while, skipping town the moment trouble came, leaving it to him to pick up the pieces.
Another two domestic helper came in (Mr Li employed four, two of them really young and pretty), and Mr Li quickly got me to sit down. He quickly motioned for them to come by, and by now this Singaporean was no longer fazed by anything. These two girls simply knelt in front of both of us, seated just a few feet apart from each other, unzipped our pants and proceed to give a blowjob. The blowjob quickly transited to something better as they took off their clothes and started riding us.
Mr Li was less conscious than I was, and changed positions to pump the maid in missionary position on the nice big sofa. I preferred to remain seated and let her do the work. After Xiao Wang, though, I took no chances, and whispered into her if we might need condoms. She giggled and told me she was already a mother and so had an IUD in her. In those days, women who had given birth had a choice (paid by the state) of either being ligated or wearing an IUD. I am not sure if it is still the same today, but I do suspect it is still subsidized, even if the state no longer pays for these choices.
Satisfied that I would not have to deal with another Xiao Wang case, I shot into her. Mr Li took another 10 more minutes, changing into doggie position, before he came. The two women quickly took their leave as we dressed up, a panting Mr Li telling me how much he envied me for my youth. As an “old man”, it was no longer a matter of whether he wanted sex, but whether his body could take it. We laughed together, and finished off the bottle of wine, before I left to return to the factory.
In China, a successful man has to learn to deal with women. Mrs Li definitely knew about the real reasons for the large number of maids, some of them only in their early 20s, but chose not to comment. Mr Li had learnt how to do it, and so became a successful man in China.
I had gone on my way to becoming a successful man as well.
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Originally Posted by
asdfghjkl
How much does it typically cost to bao a mistress in China, say Wuhan?
There is no “typical”, but I have read of RMB20k to RMB50k a month changing hands, for college students. I believe it was in one of the northern cities, rather than Wuhan.
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Originally Posted by
pary
An associate once told me when he attended some large trade exhibitions, he had a beautiful lady who would stay at his service apartment, and cook, wash, go to bed etc with him just like a wife. It only cost about 2000rmb per week, but this was about 5-6 years ago. I understood he only engaged her services for those 2 weeks.
I guess prices should have increased many times already.
Only 2k per week? Wow, times have changed. Either that, or else the trade exhibition is not in a first-tier city like Shanghai or Beijing.
I, too, have a beautiful lady who cook, wash, go to bed and even bear children for me with me. Her price is nearly my entire salary and a life bound to her. Yeah, she not “just like a wife”. She is my wife.
Hahahahaha.