Hong Kong Stubborn - Chapter 1

In 1979, Xiangjiang.

Sham Shui Po Bayu Street, after fleeing from Hong Kong in the 1960s and 1970s, it has become a gathering place for mainland immigrants. Dilapidated squatters and public rental buildings newly constructed by the Hong Kong government only a few years ago are densely stacked.

The humid and sweltering weather in the afternoon made the crowded shops on the street less popular. The shopkeepers and the guys languished under the fans and talked about some salty and wet topics.

At this moment, in a small shop with Cantonese-style tea drinking signs, a boy in short-sleeved school uniform was standing by a long table, talking to the husband and wife shopkeeper sitting on both sides: “Ge Quan, Sister Lan , You guys believe me. In our shop, 50 groups of guests come to the door a day and say a lot less, even if one person only needs a cup of herbal tea at RMB 25, he will earn a full month’s protection fee in two or three days. Speaking of, people come to make trouble to grab business. We come to our door free of charge and are available on call. Sometimes we can also help you deliver a few free takeaways. The bad guys charge you so high taxes. Is the service so fair?”

Although he was wearing a rumpled school uniform, he was not short anymore, he was very thin, and his sweat-soaked vest was attached to his body, revealing two rows of ribs. His name is Luo Junyan, and he is very popular in this area, because he is a pretty boy, not the kind with well-defined features and sharp edges, but the kind with white skin and tender eyes, bright eyes and white teeth. Cough cough, boys grow into pretty girls. When I was young, he must have been loved by thousands, and the more I grew up, the more lonely.

Four years ago, Luo Junyan followed his father and sister to the sea from Bao’an. He set foot on the land of Hong Kong Yuen Long via Deep Bay (Shenwan of Mainland China), and relied on the old relatives and friends of Xiangjiang to arrive at Kowloon City District, and then settled in Sham Shui Po, North Kowloon. Squatters. In Hong Kong during this period, the Hong Kong government still implemented the arrival policy for mainland escapees, and a family of three easily applied for the Hong Kong ID card. However, in 1979, the number of immigrants smuggling from the mainland increased greatly, and they were generally of low quality. They also squeezed out the job opportunities of ordinary citizens in Hong Kong, and were discriminated against.

The youngest son of the widower of Luo Junyan’s family had nothing when he arrived in Hong Kong. To settle down, he had already accepted the old assistance. His father Luo Shaotang was determined not to drag his friends anymore, and he did not want to touch his previous career, so he had to work part-time. The eldest sons and daughters, life is not stable until their daughter, Lomezi, graduates from middle school and works.

When she first lived in Sham Shui Po, Luo Junyan was only over 10 years old. She was still a small one. She had ruddy skin and delicate eyebrows, and she stood up to girls from all walks of life. Auntie, she was quoted as a good story for a while.

In the tea shop, Luo Junyan spoke with excitement, waiting to take a look at both sides. The boss, Uncle Quan, who is over fifty years old, has a lack of energy after all. He has his head resting on his shoulders. I don’t know how long she has been squinting. The boss’s wife Lan has just passed her forty, and her energy has improved a lot. Junyan’s brows were in a daze.

Luo Junyan let the sweat run down her cheeks, sat down close to Sister Lan, and whispered, “Sister Lan, do you understand what I just said? On the whole street, you usually take care of me the most. Help Your brother. If you can’t collect the protection fee, Brother Huashan won’t allow me to follow him, so as to affect my future.”

Sister Lan shook her head, chittered, and said disdainfully: “Junzi, it’s not that Sister said you, 15 or 6 years old should learn how to be a young and Dangerous boy? Throw it outside. If Huashan brother is good at blowing water, how much protection has he received on this street? Take it out to A sister and have a look.” Then he stretched out his hand in front of Luo Junyan.

Luo Junyan was not embarrassed either, holding the boss’s hand with both hands, with a look of ingratiation, he shook and said coquettishly: “Sister Lan, why don’t you invest, help me one more time at last.”

Sister Lan pretended to be angry, but it was very useful, but she still took out her hand to pat his entanglement away, and said: “The Boy Scouts are just talking about it all day. Every time it is the last time, even your Uncle Quan’s underwear is sold by you. Yes, I made you earn 2 yuan more in the middle fee, which is really stupid for your sister. If you want to drink a cup of herbal tea, Sister Lan invites you. If you want to learn from others to collect protection fees, I will talk to your sister. “

Luo Junyan was instantly discouraged, and said to her side: “Then invite me to drink two glasses, and I will invite you to drink together, or it’s tasteless.”

Sister Lan smiled and scolded a couple of stinky boys.

At this time, a well-dressed middle-aged man came in from outside the door. He looked like Brother Dao (Crazy Stone) with 7 or 8 points. He also had a two-handed beard, his stomach was a bit narrower, and his small eyes focused.

The middle-aged man first looked around, fanned his shirt, and said, “Are there any cold drinks?”

Luo Junyan stood behind the counter, his expression unchanged, but he was a little curious in his heart. The man’s clothes were very special. At least trousers, shirts, leather shoes, and even belts were all styles he had never seen before, but from top to bottom. The board is neat, the color is pure and bright, and it is definitely a foreign high-end product.

The middle-aged man spoke Mandarin, so Sister Lan didn’t quite understand her and was a little dazed, so she didn’t bother to greet her.

Luo Junyan seemed to have seen a fat sheep. He quickly changed to Mandarin and said, “Sir, please take a seat first. We have iced coffee, herbal tea, and cold soda in our store. This season is very humid. You can take a cup first. An ancestral herbal tea to cool off the heat? A cup of 5 cents.”

The middle-aged man didn’t expect that this little shop assistant could speak Mandarin so standard and fluently. He glanced at it, nodded, and sat down against the wall to find a place.

Luo Junyan unceremoniously delivered the cup of Sister Lan to the table of the guests. She took the free cup and sat opposite the middle-aged man, whispering: “Sir, you just came from the mainland. Right?”

The middle-aged man drank the herbal tea, glanced at him sideways, and said nothing.

Luo Junyan sighed, and then said: “I only sneaked into Xiangjiang with my family four years ago. The people here look down on us very much and call us Peigu and the country boy. My mother is from Beijing and taught me since childhood. Speaking Mandarin, I usually don’t dare to speak it here. It’s a low-profile person. If you speak Mandarin to see a job, the salary will be lower by 30%. Listening to your husband speak Mandarin today, I feel so kind.”

The middle-aged man looked at a middle-aged student, after all, subconsciously a little disapproving, and asked: “Seeing you are gentle, it’s not like a normal smuggler, how do you call it?”

Luo Junyan was a little shy, and said, “Sir, you have passed the award. Just call me Ajun. My parents are engaged in art in the mainland. They are ordinary, but they occasionally appear on stage.”

The middle-aged man nodded and said, “No wonder he looks so delicate. It turns out to be a family of artists and genetics.”

Luo Junyan didn’t quite understand, and asked, “Sir, what does genetic mean?”

The middle-aged man felt a bit of a gaffe, and said, “Ajun, you don’t want to be Mrs., just call me Brother Cheng.”

Luo Junyan smiled, pretending to hold his fists, and called to Brother Shengcheng.

Brother Cheng showed a friendly smile, and patted him on the shoulder in a fake way, and said, “That’s a good boy. Jun, you should still be studying, right?”

Luo Junyan looked embarrassed, lowered his head, and said: “I came from a scumbag, and I didn’t go to study after Form 5. Brother Cheng, you are an educated person at first sight. It is difficult for Xiangjiang to develop, and there are many opportunities for people of your kind, and it is easy to get ahead.”

Brother Cheng sighed, holding the table with both hands, his complexion deep, and said: “I have been to Xiangjiang for a few days, and I have made preliminary inspections and I feel rather disappointed. The economic take-off of the four Asian tigers is about to take off, and the reform and opening up of the mainland have also started smoothly. After pondering, Li Ka-shing, Bao Yugang, and Huo Yingdong are a little familiar, and I don’t want to contact them. There will be a generation gap in my thinking. It is better to rely on others than on yourself.”

Luo Junyan felt that his words were so strange that he basically couldn’t understand it. Bruce Lee knew that the Four Little Dragons had to inquire again. The reform and opening up of the mainland has always listened to people’s talk recently, but his mother was unnecessarily implicated and died in the struggle before the reform. There is no little confidence and good impression on that side. As for the richest people in Xiangjiang mentioned by Brother Cheng, you don’t need to know whether you are familiar with them.

Luo Junyan originally planned to lead the fat sheep and try to get some good points, but at the moment he was a little confused. No matter how precocious he is, he still hasn’t reached adulthood, and he won’t be able to pick up topics with little knowledge. I didn’t want to delve into those who understand or do not understand, so I’m happy to talk about it, so I asked: “Brother Cheng, you are a learned and important person, can you please give me some guidance.”

Brother Cheng held the shelf, took a sip of herbal tea, put down the tea cup calmly, and asked, “A Jun, what is your life plan?”

Luo Junyan’s face was confused, this time it was really not expression management, and asked with a guilty conscience: “Brother Cheng, I’m rather stupid, what do you mean by life planning?”

Brother Cheng reorganized his thoughts and asked, “What do you want most in your heart now?”

Luo Junyan replied without hesitation: “It must be money, my family is still crowded in a squatter, and I can’t live in public rental housing.”

Brother Cheng probed forward and asked, “Be more specific, how much money do you want to make?”

Luo Junyan hesitated a little this time, and said with a guilty conscience: “At least 1 million.”

Brother Cheng immediately asked: “How long will it take?”

Luo Junyan was completely silent. He didn’t even dare to imagine 1 million. At this time, the monthly salary of an ordinary job was only 1,500 yuan. He felt that he had great courage to say 1 million. But facing the next question, his thinking instantly contradicted. Is it going to be for a lifetime, but he is never willing to use it for a lifetime, so how long will it take?

Brother Cheng leaned back in his chair, took a finger at Luo Junyan, who was stunned, and said, “A Jun, don’t think about the possibility. You have to make 1 million in a year, so what method would you use? Or Why do you think you can make this 1 million in one year?”

Luo Junyan was completely hit, and said dejectedly: “Brother Cheng, I definitely can’t make any money.”

Brother Cheng stared at him twice, becoming more arrogant, and asked: “If your closest relative gets a serious illness, you can save your life with 1 million within a year, otherwise it will become a gap between yin and yang, then what do you do? Go to the rescue?”

Luo Junyan was guided so that his mind was drifting around like his father, old sister and even the dead mother. His lips trembled, the muscles on his face couldn’t stop twitching, and his voice hoarsely said: “I fight If you die, you have to earn 1 million. Just give me money, let me kneel down, let me kill people, and I will kill people.”

Brother Cheng clapped his hands and said: “If you want to make it, you have to have faith in advance. It’s good to be able to firmly believe in it, but there is a problem with the methodology. You have not summarized your own strengths and weaknesses, and you want money on your knees. People may I think you’re in the way. It’s even harder to make money for hacking people. Even if you want to be a killer, people have to consider your height, arm length, muscle ratio, and loyalty. I can’t get through a round of interviews.”

Luo Junyan thought for a while and thought it made sense, but he had an advantage. He decided to make 1 million (although it is hypothetical) and would not look back, so he tossed back and forth all kinds of small businesses that he wanted to do. He was not sure. Asked: “Brother Cheng, my aunts who act like a baby will give me a little bit of money. Does this count as the advantage you mentioned?”

Brother Cheng feels that he is a bit of a life mentor. He still knows the reason why chicken soup can’t be poured. So he carefully considered it and helped analyze: “It doesn’t matter, at least the advantage is not obvious. People just spend a small amount of money. In order to buy a happy mood, you belong to the service industry. If you want to upgrade, you have to target high-end customers, and you need to repackage. You don’t have startup capital and contacts. What’s more, you upgrade in this direction, even if you don’t consider these things like being willing to fall. , Your depreciation is also fast, and the bulk of it has to be made by middlemen.”

Luo Junyan probably understood what he meant, and hurriedly said: “I don’t make a duck, my old sister really dare to lame me. Others I can only play the flute, sing and sing, and act on stage in school. The English is not bad. If you get by, you can only have simple conversations in French. These are useless. There are so many people meeting.”

For a moment, Brother Cheng felt inexplicably surprised and asked, “Who taught you these? No, I said you are a high school student who dropped out. Why do you learn such old things?”

Luo Junyan said: “My parents taught me to play with me since I was a kid. My old sister forced me to learn French. I wanted to quit school and come out to see a job. She was only allowed to talk in French, and she dragged her out until Form 5 before dropping out.”

Brother Cheng nodded, feeling that the shelf was a bit unsustainable, and muttered: “The artistic family is different.” Then he carefully looked at Luo Junyan’s appearance again, and asked vaguely: “Does Andy Lau know?”

Luo Junyan had no impression at all, and shook his head.

Brother Cheng sighed. He was really unfamiliar with Xiangjiang’s showbiz in the 1970s. There are no clues in his memory for any star who made his debut in any year. Of course, he was really unfamiliar with the other circles of Xiangjiang in the 1970s. Before crossing over inexplicably, the only professional circle he had worked in for more than 20 years was only an auction house. This is so fucking.