In the early hours of the ming in Shanghai, 2004, a man pulling a three-wheel cart cycles through the streets. rnHunched over his handlebars, he meandersthrough the jumble of alleyways crowded with fiture being sold by elderly couples, pass-ing under clotheslines tensed between the cramped backroads of buildings. He cruises by a man cooking breakfast outside his repair shop and zigzags through the heaps of bamboo poles waiting to be fashioned into scaffold-ing.