“你看,我哪像个商人!”郑州二七纪念塔顶层的大钟敲了8下,天然商厦女子军乐团奏起了嘹亮欢快的迎宾曲。八点三十分,在清脆的铃声中商厦的玻璃大门准时打开,十四名身披彩带的迎宾小组分列大门两厢,举手致礼。大门内,商厦的头头脑脑们规规矩矩地排成两行,亲亲热热地夹道迎接涌入商厦的第一批“上帝”。那位离门最近的戴着度数不低的近视眼镜的文质彬彬的中年人,就是这商场的最高首脑——总经理侯万钧。我躲在角落里,久久地审视这位大型综合商厦的老板,却怎么也没有发现他身上的商人气息,倒觉得他像个胸装万卷的学者。于是,我忆起两年前当他被上级主管部门任命为这家濒临倒闭的商场的“接收大员”之时,人们对 “Look, I look like a businessman!” The clock on the top floor of the Memorial Tower in Zhengzhou was knocked 8 times, and the marching band of the Natural Commercial Women’s Army played a bright and cheerful welcome song. At eight thirty in the crisp ringtones, the glass doors of the commercial buildings were opened on time, and the fourteen welcoming groups wearing colorful ribbons arranged the hatchback of the gate and raised their hands. In the main entrance, commercial buildings are lined up neatly in two rows and clapped hotly to meet the first “gods” who poured into the commercial buildings. The gentle middle-aged man with the nearest degree of myopia wearing spectacles is Hou Hsu-kwan, the top head of the mall. I hid in the corner, a long time to look at the boss of this large-scale integrated commercial buildings, but how did not find the businessman on his body flavor, I actually feel like a thoracic roll of scholars. So I remembered two years ago when he was appointed by the higher authorities as the “receptionist” of the dying mall