How should I put it?
I guess you could say it was an utterly unremarkable, textbook ordinary first thirty-five years of life, right?
Ordinary middle school, ordinary high school, ordinary vocational college, and then an ordinary corporate life. I've run sales, sold insurance, worked a few months as a community security guard, and even done odd jobs on construction sites. Eventually, I became a street vendor selling fish balls.
My old man passed away a few years back. There's still an elderly mother at home, now living with my sister. I usually only see her during Mid-Autumn Festival and New Year.
I don't own any property. The place I've been living in for the past few years has had its rent doubled since I moved in.
Fish Ball Qiang would love to have the guts to say to the chubby landlady, "Screw this dump, I'm not renting it anymore," but rent is even pricier elsewhere.
No girlfriend, so I just mix around the red-light districts to take care of my biological needs.
