What I want out of life (take 2)

What appears to have happened before was that I was in WYSIWYG mode on Semagic, by accident.
Stupid bloody system.
If you have a cigarette lighter in your pocket or your handbag the chances are it comes from Wenzhou, and there's a fair chance it comes from Mr Feng's factory.
Mr Feng's formula for success is simple.
Learn how to make something, then make it cheaper than anyone else.
The first part was easy, he bought samples of the best lighters from Japan, took them apart and copied them.
But it's cheap that Mr Feng really excels at.
He took a sleek red lighter from his pocket and gave it to me.
"In Japan this costs about $25," he told me. "I can make it for $1!"
The world's first magnetic levitation train for commercial use in Shanghai
Mr Feng's secret is his work force. In a large hanger I found 600 of them sitting behind rows of desks assembling lighters.
Most were young women.
"They're better at the fiddly work" Mr Feng told me.
But men or women, they all have one thing in common, they are all migrants from China's countryside.
And they'll all work for virtually nothing. Mr Feng pays his workers about $90 a month.
China today is like 18th century Manchester, only much, much bigger.
There are now thousands of Mr Fengs all over southern China, setting up factories and churning out goods.
And there are 900 million poor farmers in China's countryside, all just waiting to up sticks and move to a factory.
The implications for the rest of the world are troubling.
"Just think of it this way," one Chinese economist told me recently.
"If all the industrial jobs in Europe and America moved to China tomorrow, we'd still have plenty of people left over!"