Reading “Heart of Bodhi” by Cao DeWang.

Cao DeWang was born in Shanghai in 1946. Interestingly, Wikipedia claims that he was born in Fujian, I wonder who is right. His parents did not give him a name, calling him instead “Little Indian”, which was a common nickname for British Indian Police often dispatched in Shanghai’s International Settlement.

His father had studied “doing business” in a clothing store in Japan, and later returned to China, started doing business in Shanghai, and became quite prosperous. His family “ran away” from the onslaught of the People’s Liberation Army marching on Shanghai, moving to a mountainous town called Fuqing, losing most of their property on the way, with a sunken cargo boat. (Can I actually believe that?) He mentions that they were discussing various ways to “escape”, including moving to the USA and to Hong Kong, but eventually they decided on Fujian. I wonder why?

In any case, they bought a hut in Fuqing GaoShan, and officially became “rural dwellers”, which by itself was not, perhaps, particularly prestigious, but turned out to be useful later, during the Cultural Revolution, when most of the troubles were happening in the cities. Nevertheless, the family became poor, and he had to work from a young age, including herding oxen and gathering firewood.

He went to a school, but, in addition to being constantly tired, was also a bit mischievous, and was kicked out from the school a few years later, for covertly climbing the wall of a toilet building an urinating onto the head of the headmaster, and a vengeance for being maltreated.

Being kicked out of school, he had to start hustling, bringing money into the family. His father taught him the basics of business, which at the time was mostly illegal trading. They were selling cigarettes and fruit, mostly delivering the goods manually, by bike, from Fuzhou to the rural town. This was illegal, and they were constantly at risk of getting caught and punished.

Nevertheless, this is how he learnt to make business, which, I presume, helped him a lot later.

Eventually he grew to 17 years old, and his parents married him to a local girl, whom he had not even met before. The union was mostly economical, the family needed one more worker, but he used his marriage as an excuse to start his own independent life of a married man.

Firstly they were growing Tremella, an kind of mushroom, which used to cost a lot on the market (both legal and illegal), but since all of Fuqing was growing it, the price soon plummeted.

He was the first one in the town to understand that it would be more profitable to sell the mushrooms in another province of Jiangxi, and started shuttle trading, which worked for a while, until he was caught and accused of profiteering, his and his villager’s goods confiscated.

With no money and a lot of debt he was drafted into a “labour army” and sent to the “Provincial project 06”, building a dam on the river to make a reservoir. Initially the work was extremely hard, but very soon their barracks caught fire and got burnt to the ground, which was a disaster for everyone, and he took it as an opportunity to actively participate in the relief measures, and became very friendly with the project leadership team.

Later, when his conscription period ended, he still staid there voluntarily, because he had nothing else to do, and the leadership team appointed him into the canteen, and even made him responsible for procurement, a position on which he became well-respected for being incorruptible and for solving a few conflicts among the people. After all he ended up making a some money on that project, and the leadership team even helped him with finding a proof that the Tremella mushrooms had been “collective property”, which allowed him to release the mushrooms from being impounded, albeit on the state-dictated price (about 1/3 lower than the market price).

After the dam was complete, he was released with a bit of money, but no work. He came home and started working as an employee at a seedling farm, for a small salary. While there, he became acquainted with a different kolkhoz farm head, also growing plant seedlings, and he invited DeWang to work for them as a salesman. (Yes, in the midst of the Cultural Revolution, Chinese kolkhoz farms had salesmen.)

He worked as a salesman for the kolkhoz for 3 years, until the Cultural Revolution was over, earning 20% from each sale. (I am finding this hard to believe.) Eventually he resigned, presumably because he didn’t feel that the farm had growth perspectives after the end of the Cultural Revolution.

He initiates a construction of a glass factory for polishing water-meter glasses. Although he finds two seemingly qualified engineers, finds the investor (his local government), and is the running motor of the plan, his official position is only sales and purchases, nothing administrative.

The factory fails to produce passable quality output for a long time, and he is going to Shanghai to find an engineer who can help them debug the issue. He finds one at the Shanghai glass factory, who turns out to be a woman. He is surprised, but she quickly finds an issue with their equipment and earns his great respect.

The Shanghai plant management arranges a flight for them to go to Fujian and back, which is his first flight, and he is amused.

After the plant is set up, he does not have a lot to do, and goes to a Daoist-Buddhist temple on top of a mountain, together with his friend.

Being a “sales and procurement” person on the factory turned out to be a great opportunity to make connections and learn how to do business. In Fuzhou they made business by spending time in a hot spring where all of the city “elite” were gathering.

He also had a many opportunities to go to Shanghai and other cities of China to discover useful people, especially people who participated in the state planning system. The book has an interesting introduction into the Chinese-style planned economy.

In 1980, his former boss at the sapling farm sent him a letter, admitting that he was dying from cancer and asked Cao Dewang to help him, arrange his son’s marriage.

Eventually, the village party committee “subcontracted” factory management to him, whatever that means. (The word is 承包, and I don’t understand what it means in this context.) This has proven to be a success, he made the factory work three shifts a day, hired 60 more people, implemented KPI-based salary system, effectively increased salaries 5 times, and increased factory productivity at least three times.

He also had some “political” experience at the time. He found out that manufacturing glass according to the standard is hard, but also that the standard is excessively fine, so he went to the government bureau and an industrial conference to speak about this problem, and effectively lowered the standard for his factory. (The standard was not changed, but nobody complained any more.)

His “subcontract” has proven to be successful, and he earned a lot of money, about 60% of all of the factory profit, because the investors did not expect him to make so much money.

After the end of the contract (one year), he intended to leave the factory and do something else, but before resigning he went to a temple, drew a fortune-strip, and a monk interpreted it for him in a way which suggested that leaving the factory is not a good idea. Nevertheless, even though he did not leave, all of his team left, no matter how much he convinced them to stay. (This part is kinda implausible.)

While re-equipping the factory with new machines, a taxi driver told him that spare car windshields (and other glass pieces) were very expensive, and Dewang decided to make a new factory, adjacent to the previous one, with the goal of making car glass. His village mayor’s office also agreed to invest into the factory, given that Dewang would invent his own money, so Dewang re-mortgaged his newly-built home for this purpose.

Various events helped him be attentive to people around, no matter how, at the first glance, insignificant.

“Arduously making business” ends with a long story on how his, previously supporting, local government, delcided to attack him, accusing him of corruption and misappropriation of funds. This section is quite long, but the main point is that his main counter-action was, seemingly, asking a city party secretary (one level above village secretariat) to examine his case personally. The first accusation failed, and Dèwáng became friends with the city government head, but the village government did not give up, and continued to escalate the issue up to provincial and Beijing level. All attacks failed, and eventually village government people were transferred to other villages.

(But I am sensing something insincere in this story. Why would local management try to destroy the business in which they were shareholders themselves? Did they want to just expropriate Dèwáng’s shares? Strange.)

The chapter starts with an anecdote on how Dèwáng “avoided” a kickback.

He convinced his investors to move the factory to a bigger place with better access to electricity. In order to do this, they needed to prepare the ground and construct the building. Initially his investor signed a contract with 0.8 yuan per m^3, which was 3 times lower than the market price. Obviously, the supplier offered a kickback for “exceeding” the work plan.

Dèwáng did not agree, and even threatened to sue the supplier and the investor, who had volunteered to be guarantors. (Huh? How did they do it?) After a lot of argument, the work was actually done, working day and night, and he paid the subcontractor 2.8 yuan per m^3, which made the subcontractor his friend forever.

Can I even believe this story?

Eventually the car glass factory was built, also encountering quite a lot of issues with “petty corruption”, such as investors (municipal authorities) trying to make the company buy their relatives’ services and getting their relatives employed. He even had to have an “exam” in Chinese in order to filter out idiots.

They bought Finnish equipment, and while visiting Finland for the first time, he takes pride in making sure that nobody in his company took their business trip allowance to buy stuff to bring it home. (As story too familiar to former Soviet people.) Eventually they also bought equipment from this factory, which allowed manufacturing car door glass very quickly.

The next story is how, on a dragon boat rowing competition, he threw a memorial cup into a reservoir. His telling of the story is that he was promised to manufacture the winner’s cup, and his company donated money, produced the cup, and was ready to give it to the winner, when suddenly the organiser found a better sponsor, and decided that Dèwáng’s cup goes to the fourth place. On the ceremony, Dèwáng threw the cup into the reservoir.

On the factory, he acts in a paternalistic way. He combats waste in the canteen and provides company hall of ceremonies for weddings.

He also considered becoming a Buddhist monk, but went to the temple he had used to visit, and was dissuaded.

He also tells his side of the story of the epic lawsuit between FuYao and their construction contractor (which failed to do a good job), which took 7 years and 100m yuan.

One of his investors suggested that FúYào group should go public and sell its shares on the open market. However, at that time (~1990) in China there were no rules and guidelines on how to go public, so FuYao ended up being the first experiment.

Not everything went smooth, and people who were initially very enthusiastic about buying shares, eventually became dissatisfied that stock exchange placement took so long, and wanted Dewang to buy back their shares.

All this turned out to be lossy until the General Manager of Societe Generale helped Dewang buy out all those “rogue” shares.

Eventually, after a lot of struggles, he managed to make the company public and instantly became an extremely rich person. (Yes, there is such a way.) This even required convincing the provincial governor of Fujian to fly to Beijing and negotiate with the central government.

However, not everything was bright. In mid-90s China was in an economic crisis, and FúYào was not making a lot of money and was entangled in various inefficient investment projects: the “industrial town” property development, the polymer factory, a lot of repair shops all over the country.

His Hongkong friend suggested restructuring, and the commended a book called “Focus” (Focus: The Future of Your Company Depends on It: Ries, Al). Somewhere about that time he, seemingly, also got a Hongkong passport.

The he went to the USA for the first time, wanting to find out about expanding the market, with no success. During the trip he visited the Ford museum in Detroit, liked it a lot, and even flew to the USA the second time specifically to visit the museum to draw some inspiration. He said that “China now is like the USA 100 years ago”.

Eventually he came up with a plant to reorganise FúYào. He sold the “worker’s village”, closed unprofitable assets, and sold their network of distributors to current managers.

Later they received investment from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint-Gobain , and they appointed one director onto the board.

They tried selling glass to the USA via a proxy storage company called GGI, but the business did not turn out profitable, and he wanted to close it, but Saint-Gobain objected. At the end of the day, “cooperation” with Saint-Gobain was a failure and eventually DéWàng convinced them to withdraw the investment.

From 1998 he also remembers the Indonesian branch of ASAHI glass coming for help with supplies, which was a thing during the Asian financial crisis. About the same time he learnt golf and started playing it in the morning.

(The title of this chapter is a reference to a Ming dynasty poem.)