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Haitian, 35, was a China Central Television, Cause everything from scratch after the age of 30,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], Haitian, starting a business three years he has experienced all that life may experience the situation of Haitian ... ... and now runs> a start his own production company. 20 people, which should be considered in the television production company have a certain scale. Although there are bonds in the body, but the company started from June and July last year, fetched, and and slowly flat. Speaking of the experience of the past three years, Haitian live longer than most people feel tired.

I was left the network for many reasons, feel that in Taiwan, where their development has been extremely limited, as I have been working in the central Taiwan, seven or eight years time, has reached a level of personal ability, but generated no new sections, you can not rise to a higher position up the producer; and then dried down, when your physical strength, ability to have down the road, you have no competitive.

came out, they do not understand management, and understand the operation of city taste do not know, only do shows. And then do the TV stations or government program is needed, so we really face the market, it is another request. This is the middle I used a long time to adjust to this change.

end of each month,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], is my biggest headache. At this time rent, utilities, equipment rental fees, the expenses are also paid the salaries of personnel, a company like ours is not 10 million a month on top of 10 million dollars is not a wish often arrival, the next day disappeared. Right after the check, each a collar, carrying back to the zero state, and I did not even money, renowned for all begins again. Content from the [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]

lavish television and we used to,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], first, the inertia is still,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], no sense to spend money. Until 4 months later, I found 100,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych],000 when the money gone, began to realize that this situation has been very frightening, very frightening.

This is like our own expense and out of tourism, was found back in the car was gone.

the first year I lost hundreds of thousands, is simply depressed: the creditors chasing home,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], lawsuit went to court, the company's people are gone overnight, got left to take care of our lives a little aunt. We also talked and laughed the day before, the next day were all gone, and that scene was like a dream. And Misfortunes never come singly. Those days, Spiritual trance, driving has crashed into a tree ... ... At that time, I almost do not have a holiday, to go home at two in the most normal time. Sleep seven or eight in the morning or eight or nine, get up and went to work. For some, I cough more than a few months is not good, cough to speak good, middle of the night coughing up a hot thing, then saw blood. People say that I particularly believe that sentence: I am now taking orders for cash, the future is to take money for my life.

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The driver clambered into his seat, clicked his tongue, and we went downhill. The brake squeaked horribly from time to time. At the foot he eased off the noisy mechanism and said, turning half round on his box--
"We shall see some more of them by-and-by."
"More idiots? How many of them are there, then?" I asked.
"There's four of them--children of a farmer near Ploumar here. . . . The parents are dead now," he added, after a while. "The grandmother lives on the farm. In the daytime they knock about on this road, and they come home at dusk along with the cattle. . . . It's a good farm."
We saw the other two: a boy and a girl, as the driver said. They were dressed exactly alike, in shapeless garments with petticoat-like skirts. The imperfect thing that lived within them moved those beings to howl at us from the top of the bank, where they sprawled amongst the tough stalks of furze. Their cropped black heads stuck out from the bright yellow wall of countless small blossoms. The faces were purple with the strain of yelling; the voices sounded blank and cracked like a mechanical imitation of old people's voices; and suddenly ceased when we turned into a lane.
I saw them many times in my wandering about the country. They lived on that road, drifting along its length here and there, according to the inexplicable impulses of their monstrous darkness. They were an offence to the sunshine, a reproach to empty heaven, a blight on the concentrated and purposeful vigour of the wild landscape. In time the story of their parents shaped itself before me out of the listless answers to my questions, out of the indifferent words heard in wayside inns or on the very road those idiots haunted. Some of it was told by an emaciated and sceptical old fellow with a tremendous whip, while we trudged together over the sands by the side of a two-wheeled cart loaded with dripping seaweed. Then at other times other people confirmed and completed the story: till it stood at last before me, a tale formidable and simple, as they always are, those disclosures of obscure trials endured by ignorant hearts.