Seattle Post-Intelligencer, October 8, 2003, page B3;
Written by Brad Wong.
In about a week, Jason Liu will pack his dark suit, tie and
black dress shoes.
He wants to look his best when he arrives in Guangzhou,
China, strolls the aisles of the southern city’s trade fair and meets with
businesspeople.
Liu also will squeeze in one more adventure on China’s
backroads: He will visit Shandong province, the birthplace of Confucius and
home of Tsingtao beer.
In an earlier era of globalism, some European businessmen
started the famous brew for thirsty German soldiers, who occupied the area.
The province borders the Yellow and Bo Hai seas, providing
Liu with an ample chance to jump in the sea, literally.
Since the 1990s, the figurative act of ‘jumping in the sea,”
as it is known in China, has been a popular pursuit for many who have stood in the
world’s most populous country
Adventurous Chinese citizens fled the “iron rice bowl” — or
state-run jobs that offered cradle-to-grave stability — to pursue heady dreams
as entrepreneurs and joint-venture employees.
These days, Liu, 25, is following a similar path with
China’s market in mind.
But he’s doing it from the Northwest, thousands of miles
across the Pacific Ocean.
Liu runs Washington Distributors Co., a one-person importing
business, out of a one-room, 250-square-foot office in Seattle’s International
District.
Similar to many Chinese citizens, he hopes his endeavor and
company which imports bandannas, picture frames and artificial flowers, will
catapult him a long way — and give him the good life.
Two years ago, Liu did what some people would consider
unthinkable.
He left a well-paying and stable job as a Cingular Wireless
accountant executive. At the time, he enjoyed generous benefits and training
and advancement opportunities.
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The jump worried his parents. The entrepreneurial novice dug into his savings, ran up
credit card debt and figured out how to survive. But he wanted to have ties on both sides of the Pacific
Ocean. He knew his ancestral homeland could provide a different
type of comfort — a type the Seattle area lacks. In China, on an earlier trip, he had seen a sea of black
hair. He experienced a boisterous street life. And he gazed at numerous signs
in Chinese script. - Many Chinese citizens also immediately viewed him as a
brother, cousin or friend. And he realized that when people eat big, communal
meals, they do so just like his family does in the Northwest. It’s not that Liu had an impoverished childhood in Seattle
and on Mercer Island. In the 1970s, his parents moved from Hong Kong to pursue
educational opportunities at the University of Washington. As a boy on Mercer Island, Liu enjoyed excellent public
schools, clean streets and relaxing lakeside ‘news. |
Jason Liu! |
But after graduating from Whitman College, he yearned for an
overseas adventure.
He ended up teaching English at Northwest Polytechnic
University in Xian, near the home of the imperial Terracorta Warriors, in
central China.
On his first day there in 1999, as rain fell in the ancient
city, something clicked as he explored the crowded streets.
“Just the vibrancy,” he says. “You could feel things
happening and changing.”
It was that kinetic street life — a feeling similar to what
people experience in bustling, stateside Chinese restaurants. Merchants hawked
compact discs. Food vendors lined the streets.
There were constant crowds in the mornings, afternoons and
evenings.
In Xian, he taught rural college students. He noticed many
were driven to help their families survive and to avoid an arduous peasant
life.
“I got the sense from them that advancement was important,”
he says.
That determination and those memories, including his
backpack journeys to Tibet, Shanghai and one birthplace of Chinese martial
arts, stuck in his mind.
After he returned to the Northwest, he knew he wanted to
remain connected to Seattle’s good life and China’s rapid economic --changes
and that lively street culture.
Oh yeah, he’s a savvy businessman, too.
He knows some Seattle-area residents are critical of
unfettered free trade.
When he can, he notes, he visits factories to ensure product
quality and good working conditions.
He understands that China’s free market has pitfalls. His
business also has grown.
He used to rent a truck or borrow his dad’s van to
personally deliver goods to Puget Sound-area stores. These days, he ships his
goods directly to a larger distribution company
This year, he expects to import the equivalent of six
18-wheel truckloads of goods, including plastic baskets, ceramic bowls and
binder paper. That’s 12 times the volume of what he did when he started.
And in the coming weeks, as he deals with Chinese
businesspeople and hits the dusty backroads, he will know once again, that he
can call both countries home.