Monday, July 31, 2006

Yiwu, China: Sourcing Mecca or Commodity Hell?

Even in this country of economic miracles and overnight success stories, the city is an anomaly. What was 20 years ago an isolated farming village encircled at a distance by jagged green mountains, is today a key center for vast global trade networks. But this city is not Shenzhen, whose proximity to Hong Kong, access to the sea and status as China's first special economic zone make its 'miraculous' growth appear somewhat less divinely influenced. Nor is it Shanghai or some other coastal metropolis with long-standing ties to the international business community. Rather, we are talking about Yiwu, a small town a few hours from the Pacific coast in East China's Zhejiang province that now boasts the world's largest wholesale markets. Today this sourcing 'Mecca' attracts thousands of businessmen from all points on the compass, each drawn by the world's lowest prices on generic goods.

But how and why did the markets develop here? In a period of just two decades, how did this isolated farming town with no port, without a large (by China's standards) or skilled (by any standards) population base, nor access to any noteworthy raw materials, develop into a major player in the global supply chain?

To answer these questions, I spoke with Haresh Ahuja, an Indian sourcing agent, raised in Hong Kong, who has been coming to Yiwu for more than a decade. At that time, Yiwu didn't have the factories, epic wholesale shopping centers or the accompanying luxury hotels. Yiwu started out as a 'stock market,' he says. If a manufacturer's client rejected items for quality control or some other reason, the stock was shipped here. Sometimes the goods were completely defective, so they would be sold for well below the cost of production (and often below the cost of raw materials). A guy from Africa might come and buy 10,000 TV remote controls, none of which actually work, but maybe he knows that he can strip out some of the components and resell them for more than he has to pay here. Other times there were minor problems that might not affect a less distinguishing customer.

By the mid-nineties Yiwu was already known as "the place where you could buy shit for the price of shit." Recognizing the smell of a good deal, customers arrived in droves, especially from developing countries where price took precedence over quality. We are talking about the cheapest place on Earth to buy generic, commoditified products: buttons, Christmas lights, nail clippers, hammers, coat hangers, inflatable balls, zippers, whatever you can think of. But if you think of something new, don't tell anybody here, because they will start copying your idea within 5 minutes. According to Wikipedia, "Yiwu is also known as sock town" as it produces over three billion pairs of socks for Wal-Mart, Pringle and Disney annually. " This is Jack Welch's 'Commodity Hell.' It's a real place, and to everybody's suprise gorgeous green peaks surround the place.

Well, eventually as more and more buyers came to Yiwu, Chinese businessmen recognized the opportunity. Instead of just sending unwanted stock, why not set up production specifically for the demands of the Yiwu market. Even better, let's build the factories right in Yiwu to save on shipping costs and reduce delivery times. And so the boom began in earnest, continuing to where today Yiwu is not just a final resting place for unwanted 'shit' (though plenty of that is mixed in with the good stuff) but rather is one of the best places to find exceptional prices on a huge range of interesting, marketable products.

Demand for display space in Yiwu soon far outstripped supply in the city's dilapidated wholesale markets. Local government cadres, always eager to encourage economic growth, quickly put together a plan to build an enormous, ultra-modern wholesale market where manufacturers from around China could display their goods to the growing masses of foreign buyers. In 2003, the Fu Tian (Rich Fields) Market opened. With double the square footage of an international mega-airport, the market quickly became the place to source your low-cost commodities. Last year they doubled the market's size again, adding Phase II. In all the market now stretches for 3 kilometers north to south, three to five stories high and 6-10 aisles wide. And every booth is rented out, brimming with dirt-cheap products ready for immediate sale to points around the globe. To meet the demand for more display space, the city is now building Phase III of the market, which will open in 2008.

Clearly Yiwu is a phenomenon that could only happen in post-reforms China. Seven series BMWs vie with rickshaw bicycles for manuevering space on the city's crowded streets. New Arabian restaurants and American fast food chains pop up around nearly every corner. Specactular, verdant green mountains are left forgotten in the smoggy distance as the people in the valley below rush about in search of the next big deal.

On the surface, Yiwu's culture is all-business. There are no weekends at the wholesale markets. Sales staff rest only on national holidays, working 7-day weeks the rest of year. As a result, they approach work in a surly state characterized by utter exhaustion and a complete lack of enthusiasm. Many lay their heads on their desks in defeat. Others curl up on a cardboard mat in a vain attempt to recharge their batteries. Still more fade in and out of a half-numb trance while playing online computer games, refusing even to look up from the screen to answer a customer's questions. Smiles are rare. Any unusual requests are unceremoniously denied before any real thought is given to the idea's feasibility. Even simple things, like asking that each product be packaged in its own box, instead of in a box of 4, is quickly written off as "too much trouble."

In sum, Yiwu has sacrificed everything--quality, creativity,
customer service, health and happiness--in the name of cheap prices. In that sense, the city is but a lense to provide a deeper look into China's economic 'miracle' itself, the future of which must be cast into doubt if these underlying principles of sound economies are not revisited.

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Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Chinese mob loots a watermelon truck

This poor guy dozes for a couple of minutes and the next thing you know his whole cargo of watermelons is on sale to the highest bidder!

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Monday, July 24, 2006

How to cross the street in China



This seems to be something of a recurring theme on this blog. Check out these previous posts:

Video from an insane--yet commonplace--intersection in Kunming, China

Observationsabout getting across the street in China.

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Friday, July 21, 2006

Chinese Suction Cup Treatment





Yes, you have to pay money to have this done to yourself (not that much). And yes, it hurts (in a good way). This traditional Chinese suction cup therapy is supposed to draw the toxins out of from deep within your tissues, ultimately leaving you with reduced tension in your back. Okay, the benefits may be dubious but it makes a pretty cool photo for the Web site. Notice the three dimensional nature of the bruises.

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Wednesday, July 19, 2006

"That is not a bathing suit, its a beach pant"

Should you find yourself staying at the Kaixin Hotel in Yiwu, China, be forewarned that the employees are likely to publicly ridicule your swimsuit and then refuse admittance to the hotel swimming pool. All guests brazen enough to wear a standard American bathing suit are unceremoniously denied entry on account of American trunks not being swimsuits at all, but in fact a form of "beach pant." But don't bother asking the manager for an explanation of what's wrong with your suit, because all you will hear is that it is "our policy" not to allow suits like yours. You should also expect the hotel to try and charge you 50 RMB to buy a very tiny, skin-tight Speedo if you want to use their pool. And if you tell them they are ripping you off, they may lower the price to as low as 20 RMB, which is actually quite a bargain despite the suit's dimunitive size.

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Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Shen Jia Men - The Gateway to Putuoshan

Shen Jia Men, China is a dream for those who love working-class ports and practicing Chinese. Thousands of rusty old fishing vessels line the harbor in the center of town. Just a few hundred paces inland, lush green forests roll off the hills to flirt with the city's rear. Exotic alleyways teem with opportunities for urban exploring and exotic homemade delicacies abound at the seaside night market. But you won't find Shen Jia Men in any guidebooks. It's just another small port town on an outlying island along Zhejiang province's Pacific coast, distinguished only because it is a jumping off point for many of the ferries ushering Chinese tourists to the sacred Budhist island of Putuoshan. Foreign tourists en route to Putuoshan are more likely to spend the extra cash on the fast boat from Ningbo, so white people are a genuine curiousity in Shen Jia Men. And if you post up at the point where a regular stream of sailors disembarks from their long sea voyages, you will find endless opportunities to practice Chinese with the most willing, patient souls in the world. The next four or five posts below are from a day spent wandering Shen Jia Men.

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Dancing Chinese BBQ Guys

The Shen Jia Men night market features competing street-meat vendors dueling from the hip. This is what Tom Peters would call a "dramatic difference" in personal branding. Anybody can BBQ some meat on a stick. But how many guys can look this coool while they do it?



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Hao Chi = Yummy = This Post

The night market in Shen Jia Men has everything you want, including fried scorpions, cicadas, tarantulas and baby chickens.






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Dreams of the Sea


Ma Lin Chao dreams of being a sailor. For days on end he has stood guard at the point where small boats unload sailors returning from their weeks or months at sea (see video below). To each boatload he asks if they need an extra deckhand, and each group of men replies they already have too many.

Having heard tales of jobs aboard ships here in the port of Shen Jia Men, on July 9th he rode the hard-seat train all the way from Anhui province, about 30 hours inland. Despite a week of disappoinment, he has not given up his quest. After all, the sailors (especially the fisherman) make far more money than he made during 4 years working in a shoe factory. He's also been to Nanjing and Suzhou looking for factory jobs, but the most they offer is 600 RMB ($75 US) per month. "It won't even cover my cell phone charges," he says with a smile. "My girlfriend is still back in our farming village."

"It's dangerous work, being a fisherman," I tell him. He laughs, saying "You foreigners don't understand." And anyways, he has no choice. He needs to earn enough money to pay for his cell phone bill, and to pay the rent. He's managed to find a place to stay near the port for 100 RMB ($12.50 US) for a month. When I tell him I am paying 120 RMB per night at my hotel, he chuckles. "I know," he says. "If I stayed in a hotel, I would only have enough money to stay here for one night."

Ma Lin Chao knows the price of almost everything, and he's quick to ask the price of anything he doesn't know. The small boats charge 2 RMB to take you out to visit with the big ships. The guys who drive the rickshaw-bicycles make 40 RMB per day. And it costs 3 RMB for an hour at the Internet cafe, though he has never gone online.

"How much is the plane ticket to your America?". . . "How much did that camera cost?". . ."How much money did you make in your last job?" When I tell him I made more than $3,000 per month, the word "uaaah" naturally escaped from his lips as he stared out at the ships in wonder. "It would take me 4 years to make that much money," he says, shaking his head.

Ma Lin Chao's ID card says he is 23, but he tells me, his father added a few years to his age when he was born so that the government wouldn't stop his son from getting married if they determined he was "too young."

Thinking of his father, he suddenly gets the courage to ask me if I would take some photos of him and mail them to him. Oddly enough I was just starting to wonder when I would ask him to take his photo. He boils over with satisfaction as he pictures his parents pride at receiving pictures
of their boy with a foreigner. And that without imagining that the first foreigner he ever met would slip a 100 RMB suprise under that last photo.

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Weary Sailors Headed for Dry Land



Shot in Shen Jia Men, China at the point where the sailors return from long stays at sea. If you notice towards the end as the men start lining up single file, there is a lone man standing in wait on the shore. That is Ma Lin Chao, dreaming of becoming a sailor himself.

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Sunday, July 16, 2006

Putuoshan, China - Sacred Budhist Island Cum Tourist Trap



Just off Zhejiang province's Pacific edge lies Putuoshan, a gorgeous island completely enveloped in luxuriant greenery, intermixed with deserted beaches and ancient Budhist temples. Despite the swarms of Chinese tour groups, it's a wonderful place for a getaway. And in fact, on an island like Putuoshan, the tour groups are nothing to fear at all. They cling together like strawberry jam on a black lab, so the rest of the island is yours to discover without disturbance of any sort. Great hiking abounds, with lots of unique, sacred destinations spread around the island. Bring a swimsuit, a good book, and a healthy appetite for sea food, as there's not much else to keep you busy out here.

The clingy Chinese tour group phenomenon is best observed on the Thousand Steps beach, where you can walk for 1000 meters believing you are completely alone in the world. Continuing a bit further, you suddenly notice a massive body of people crowded into a tiny stretch of sand at the far end of the beach. Where westerners would fan out across the entire strip to obtain more personal space, the Chinese prefer to stick together in a large group. Indeed, few places reveal the difference between Chinese and western culture so clearly as the beach. Chinese women are often seen wearing "Michael Jackson" masks and long-sleeved clothing to protect from the sun's rays. Only a few brave souls enter the sea, and none would venture beyond the point where you can stand. In fact, if you do attempt such a brazen manuever as to actually swim beyond this depth, you will surely be greeted by a lifeguard who will request that you return to the beach.

Getting to Putuoshan: From Shanghai you can take a night-boat, which a friend says is only for lovers of the sea--evidentally its a rough ride. Or you can take a train or bus to Ningbo, China and then catch a fast boat for the 2 1/2 hour trip to the island. And the last, and possibly the best option, is to catch a bus all the way to Shen Jia Men (you can do this direct from Shanghai and Hangzhou as well as nearby Ningbo). Shen Jia Men is located on its own island which your bus will reach by a ferry from the mainland. If you have the time, be sure and spend a night or two in Shen Jia Men (see above) and then catch a 30 minute speed boat ride out to Putuoshan.

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Friday, July 14, 2006

Ningbo Factory Visit


I just wrapped up a very successful visit to our supplier in Ningbo, China. The new shipment of chairs are 100 percent quality assured, and I must say they are a tremendous value for the price we are able to offer them. Visit www.backrubhub.com to see our online store. Mention the "Ningbo Factory Visit" blog posting for $100 off any chair!

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Thursday, July 13, 2006

Shanghai, China -- Modern vs. Colonial


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Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Coming to a city near you?

Over the next couple of weeks I'll be on a relatively massive business trip throughout Eastern & Southern China (with 10 days vacation in Japan mixed in). Hopefully the trip will provide ample material for interesting blog postings, so check back soon...

Ningbo, Zhejiang - July 12- 14
Putuoshan, Zhejiang - July 15-17
Yiwu, Zhejiang - July 18-21
Anji, Zhejiang - July 21-24
Changzhou, Jiangsu - July 24-27
San Shan Dao, Jiangsu - July 28-31
Shanghai - August 1 - 2
Osaka, Kobe and Kyoto, Japan - August 3 -13
Shanghai - August 14
Shenzhen, Guangdong - August 15 - 16
Guangzhou, Guangdong - August 17
Foshan, Guangdong - August 18 - 19
Macau - August 20 - 22
Kunming, Yunnan - August 23

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Sunday, July 09, 2006

Two strange questions to get you thinking...

Ryan Petersen Thinking Too Hard in ChinaFirst, "Why is it that when we look in the mirror, our image is reversed horizontally rather than vertically?" Even if physics has an answer for this, if mirrors reversed our images the other way, couldn't our physicists just as easily come up with a law to explain that?

Second, "Do we feel as though our consciousness exists inside our heads because that is where our primary sensory organs are located (eyes, ears, nose and mouth) or because that's where our brain is?" That is, when I close my eyes and think about my feet I conceive of them as being 'way down there' while my nose is right here in front of me and the back of my head is somehow right behind me. Is that just conditioning from a lifetime of using my eyes to perceive these objects? Would a deaf, mute person who couldn't taste or smell also feel that consciousness resides in the head, or would he think of himself as operating out of his left foot, for example, with his head being 'way up there'? If we work on it hard enough, as I'm sure some Indian meditiation gurus must have done by now, is it possible to transfer our consciouness into other parts of our body? Try as I might, my thoughts are stuck in my head and won't go anywhere else...

I imagine physics (in the case of the first question) along with metaphysics and psychology have addressed these questions somewhere. If you have any ideas or insights, or can point towards an exposition of more satisfactory answers, please post a comment to this post.

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State-Owned Retardedness

The following is an actual phone conversation that took place with state-owned Hainan Airlines today:

Me: "Hello, I need to reschedule my flight from Kunming to Ningbo since the flight is canceled due to the typhoon in Ningbo."

Operator: "Okay, let me check on this for you."

(Five minutes later)

Operator: "Who told you the flight is canceled?"

Me: "Nobody told me, but there is a typhoon in Ningbo, they have just evacuated the city, you can't fly there today, its too dangerous."

Operator: "But the flight is not canceled."

Me: "So we are going to fly into a typhoon? That would be suicide."

Operator: "Yes, I know."

Me: "So the flight is canceled, right?"

Operator: "Please wait for a while."

(Five minutes later)

Operator: "Sir, the flight has not been canceled, you should go to the airport."

Me: "Well, I don't want to die and I also don't want to waste my time."

Operator: "Yes. You should go to the airport because the flight is not canceled."

Me: "But they will just cancel the flight, you can't fly into a typhoon, right? It's too dangerous, right?"

Operator: "Yes, I think its too dangerous."

Me: "Okay, so they will have to cancel the flight and I will be wasting my time at the airport right?

Operator: "Yes, I know you will waste your time."

Me: "Okay, so I would like to change my reservation."


Operator: "But you can't do this until they cancel the flight."

Me: "Well, when will they cancel the flight? It is supposed to leave in 3 hours."

Operator: "You can check back one hour before the flight leaves."

Me: "But I don't want to go to the airport when I know the flight will be canceled. There is a typhoon you know.

Operator: "Who told you there is a typhoon?"

Me: "I just read online that they evacuated half the city this morning."

(Silence on the line)

Me: "Okay, how much will it cost to change my flight to Wednesday?"

(Operator looks some things up)

Operator: "Ninety RMB"

Me: "Okay, please change my flight to Wednesday"

Operator: "You have to go to the airport to change your flight."

Me: "So what is it that you do exactly?"

Operator: "Excuse me?"

Me: "Thank you for your time, I better go to the airport now."

Operator: "Okay, have a safe journey sir."

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Saturday, July 08, 2006

Mountain Biking in Kunming's Rainy Season


Notice the legs

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Thursday, July 06, 2006

Patent Pending


While likely to flood the apartment during Kunming's summer downpours, this sure seems like a simple way to water a plant during a business trip. We'll find out if this actually works over the next two days before embarking on a big six-week trip to Ningbo, Yiwu, Changzhou, Shanghai and Japan.

All it takes is a shoe box top, a 2 liter water bottle, 4 chopsticks (to reinforce the bottom of the shoebox when it starts getting soggy) and, of course, some duct tape.

Because of the time required and the uncertainty over whether this will actually work, I'm only able to save one or two of my plants. Perhaps this is how a parent might feel when forced to decide which child to save. And just like a loving parent, I've decided to save the ones that smell the best.

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Sunday, July 02, 2006

A call for drastic change!

Admitedly, to complain about Chinese customs that you find offensive, inconvenient, or just plain crazy is to engage in a frustrating exercise in futility. Yet there is one Chinese habit that just has to go: people take their refrigerators with them when they move.

This seems rather trivial, until you have carried a 300 pound fridge down 8 stories, taken it across town on a 3-wheeled bicycle and then carried it back up another 5 flights of stairs. And the worst part is, the people who moved out of my apartment before me likely did the exact same thing in the other direction!

Now how can we get 1.5 billion people to go along with this plan? I will think about it this as I nurse my herniated disks back into place...


Standing tall as a monument to our manliness...

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