A GLIMPSE OF MY STORY
This is a true story, but this is not a biography. As it deals mainly about my career, I want it to be written like a resume. A live and eventful curriculum vitae.
It is not like any other resume, which shows one’s career progress. This one shows the ups and the downs of my career, in tandem with the city where I came from. The book must be written with a clear objective of doing good for Hong Kong and China. With this in mind, I would have to ask you to picture Hong Kong as an abandoned child. In fact, it is.
About 150 years ago. This child was abandoned by its biological parent (China). It was given away, in perpetuity to the greatest empire that this world has ever known. The Great British Empire. During 150 years of British colonial rule, its population was not properly cared for. They were left in the wilderness to grow in whatever direction it may be. To die or to live, as long as they are within the framework of the law of its ruler. It is a laissez- faire governing system.
This city has no natural resources of any kind. Even the water of their citizen drink and use must be imported from the mainland. The only resources that this city has, was its hard- working people and their worship of money – the national religion of Hong Kong. They have no identity and no country to be loyal to. Always confused with their national anthem. God save the Queen or God save China. They chose to sing; God save my MONEY.
I like to call it a Plastic City.
About 3 years’ ago, it was returned to China, the world’s major communist country. I cannot imagine if this would have happened during the Kennedy era.
Imagine! As an infant he was given away, and now as a consent adult, he was returned back to its biological parents. How uncomfortable this could be, even disregarding the two extreme political system. Now, blend in with my career of 25 years of selling plastic flowers to importers of the world’s most diversified continent, both linguistically and culturally, called Europe. Enduring the hardships of loneliness of a plastic flower salesman. Working with a culture that oral agreement is still the rule of the day. Where sales agent are exploiting the company rather than the growth engine of a company.
I was armed in the field, with just the faith of British justice and the faith of God. Finally, destroyed by a British judge – Hong Kong style – see attachment.
Hong Kong has lost its only salesman. It has forever lost its manufacturing industry. And, more than gradually, it will lose its entrepot status of China.
I have lost my career.
I have lost faith in justice and in God.
I have lost everything.
All I have now, are the many stories, the world will be interested to hear