My name is Qu Mairong, and I am the chairman of Qu Group, the direct controller of Quyang Energy, and the guy who has occupied the top spot on the Hurun rich list for three consecutive years.

In the eyes of the world, I am beautiful, I am famous, as long as I stomp my feet, two-thirds of the solar photovoltaic power plants on the earth will tremble, so I should be the happiest person.

But I'm not happy at all, really, not only unhappy, but also always with a heavy sadness, and I really don't want to be written down as a sinner when my life becomes history.

That's my story.

In the early fifties of the last century, I was born in Ningbo, Zhejiang Province, to an ordinary intellectual family. His father, Qu Mingsong, was a physics teacher at Chaoyang Middle School, and his mother, Lu Yu, used to teach Chinese at that middle school, but before she was forty, she retired early due to ill health.

Like many children from middle-class families, my childhood was not colorful, but it was not pale either. My parents pampered me and tried to satisfy everything I wanted, so I didn't lack anything, and I didn't have to envy what others had. When I think back to that good time given by my parents, my heart is always warm.

But when I was twelve, my mother died, and the two lights that lit in my world were extinguished by the merciless hand of fate. Since then, I have become different from other middle-class children, and I have become madly obsessed with philosophy books, always thinking that these books are my guide to life, and no matter how many questions I can't figure out, I can find answers in a certain book.

The first philosophy book I remember reading was written by the American writer Will Brown. Durant's book "The Story of Philosophy". From that book, I got to know many famous philosophers in history. The second book was Joitan's "Sophie's World", and since then, I have been thinking about the question almost every day: Who am I?

yes, can anyone tell me who I am?

Why did I come into this world?

If there is another world outside of this world, why didn't I go there? If I had been born there, would I have thought the same questions as I do now? Will I grow up in the same family as in this world, my father's name is Qu Mingsong, and my mother's name is Lu Yu? If so, does it mean that in fact, in the universe, there are many worlds running parallel to us, and they are like mirrors, reflecting the images in another mirror, and so on and so on and so on? But of all the worlds reflected in the mirror, which one is the origin of the image and the real existence? Is it the one I live in? If not, am I just an illusory image that will disappear at any moment due to the shattering of the mirror?

Suppose one day, I will prove to be just a shadow in a mirror, and I will not be sad, but I will be happy, because then I can start my journey to find the source world, and maybe I can change the setting of that world and bring my mother back to life, or live very healthy, then from now on, her smiling face will appear in every mirror.

Day after day, I go around with this naïve thought, and even if only one philosophical book confirms my assumptions, I will embark on a journey without hesitation—a journey to find the true world of origin.

However, a few years later, when I entered adolescence, I woke up from a dream and had to admit to the teenager in the face mirror that the problems that had been entangled in my mind for a long time were nothing more than a gray fortress built by a child after losing his mother, so as to hide in it to escape the pain of reality.

But philosophy has attracted me as much as the gravitational pull of the earth has on all things. Although I was sober, my passion for philosophy had not diminished by half, but had intensified. Not only did I not leave this field, but I also dug deeper into the stacks of books. Not only did I read books, but I also delved into the French Enlightenment, the Renaissance movement, and so on, and began to greatly admire the humanist spirit of the West. Friedrich. Nietzsche is simply another light in my life after my mother, and it will never be extinguished like my mother.

For countless nights, I sat in the dark, enjoying the light and heat of the lamp in my imagination, and engaged in all kinds of discussions with Nietzsche about the meaning of life, until one day he told me: When I come to the world, it is to fight!

I'm going to fight! I'm going to fight! My blood is boiling! Because I realized that I was born to be a warrior!

But what am I fighting for?

With lofty ideals, I studied hard and was determined to be admitted to Fudan University to study philosophy, but I never expected that a sudden incident would mercilessly close the door to my dream. I don't want to comment on the gloom of that time, and I don't want to describe how I hid in the corner and cried in fear when my father was sinned.

My father knew that I loved to read, and he risked his life to hide a lot of philosophy books under the wooden floor of my home. Since I can't go to college, I'll stay up all night studying! Instead of stepping out of the house to receive disdainful glances and being stoned by children from so-called poor families, I lock myself in my room every day.

Gradually, my reading expanded, and in addition to philosophy, I also found two books related to the universe in the stack, which was simply ecstatic! I don't remember the title of one of them, and the other is the English version of "The Starry Sky Messenger", written by Galileo Galilei, I really don't know where my father got such a precious ancient book.

Unfortunately, my English is so poor that I can understand only a third of the book, and I have to rely on various illustrations. But even this knowledge alone is enough to open my eyes, make the night sky look three-dimensional in my eyes, and make me have a strong desire to explore the secrets behind it. Since then, I have understood the dialectical unity between the universe and philosophy, and that even if there are no parallel worlds in the universe, there are all kinds of magical celestial bodies, and that the earth is a bit insignificant compared to those large celestial bodies.

Similar to the truth that the more I read a book, the deeper I explored the universe, the more I realized my insignificance. No, I'm not even small, because cosmic dust has the potential to form stars, and I'm not even as good as cosmic dust.

But how proud the people who live on this planet are of their own existence! Hitler launched World War II and purged other peoples. In order to compete for world hegemony, the two major powers have led their gangs to fight in the Cold War for decades. There was also the Iran-Iraq War, the Gulf War, the Kosovo War, and so on!

Nietzsche told me that I am also a warrior, but that I do not fight for childish greed, that all my knowledge, my innate ability, compels me to take on a greater mission, to set a greater goal, which is beyond all the existing dreams of mankind - that the earth has been destroyed by fools, and that I will collect these fragments and make it a complete, living circle!

On this planet, everything is unified, there are no borders, there are no separate rulers, everyone obeys only the orders of one person, so there will be no bloodshed, no war, unless this person is willing to fight, for example, to start a war of conquest of other planets!

Once this goal is set, it will be a great cause for which I will fight for my life! But how do you start such a modest career? For example, how do you find like-minded followers and lead them to fight for the freedom of the planet?

So in the end, I reluctantly recognized the most practical of all truths: I have to make money.