Hong Kong Film: Starting from the Legend of Leiro
1Hong Kong 1950

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"According to our sources, the latest batch of students from the Hong Kong Police Academy has graduated today. They have once again groomed 107 outstanding talents for the Hong Kong Police Force.”

"These talents will join the various police stations in Hong Kong one after another to provide greater protection for the safety and order of Hong Kong.”

"The next public recruitment of the police academy will be held in three days. I hope that those who are interested will sign up and contribute to the safety and order of Hong Kong!”

………

Hong Kong, in a wooden house in the Guan Tong District.

Zhong Xuan listened to the news on the radio.

He looked at the 1,000 Hong Kong dollars neatly placed on the table and smiled bitterly.

On the third day of transmigrating to this world where Hong Kong films were integrated, he finally understood his current situation.

It was now 1950. Hong Kong's economy was about to take off, and the future wealthy families were about to rise.

Due to the influx of refugees from the north, the population of Hong Kong had increased to 2.2 million.

In this era, Hong Kong was filled with opportunities to make a fortune.

However, at the same time, there were dangers everywhere that made people sink into despair.

As for Zhong Xuan, he had no parents since he was young.

His only family member in Hong Kong was his uncle, and his living conditions were no different from those of the lowest class in Hong Kong.

If there was anything different, it was his uncle's son.

His cousin was called Lei Luo.

It was also because Lei Luo went to the police academy that his uncle's family planned to let Zhong Xuan and his cousin walk the same path.

The 1,000 Hong Kong dollars in Zhong Xuan's hand was sent by his uncle this morning.

In order for him to bribe the examiner during the police academy recruitment three days later in exchange for a promotion as a police officer.

However, as a transmigrator, how could Zhong Xuan not know that being a police officer in Hong Kong was actually the most hopeless.

This was because Hong Kong was in a truly chaotic era.

Chaoshan, Siyi, Guancheng, etc.

Immigrants from every place had their own chambers of commerce and associations.

And under every Chamber of Commerce, there were clubs that worked for them.

Even the Hong Kong Police Force was divided into Chaoshan Gang, Guancheng Gang, and other groups.

Almost every police officer had their own organization backing them.

At this time, the police needed to be promoted.

First, he had to make contributions.

Secondly, he had to bribe the Gweilos.

The credit of the police was naturally to solve the case.

In this era, to solve a case, one had to rely on the cooperation of the club.

Whether it was the club giving you clues to solve the case or putting the blame on someone else to solve the case.

Without the cooperation of the club, it would be very difficult for the police to solve the case.

Bribing the foreigners required the support of the Chamber of Commerce.

After all, the salary of a police officer was only 130 Hong Kong dollars a month.

Even if he added in some profits and hidden profits, it would not exceed 500 Hong Kong dollars at most.

If the police were to save up their own money to bribe the Ghostly Guys, they might not be able to buy a plainclothes police position even after they retired.

Therefore, this era was the most arrogant era for clubs.

It was normal for big clubs to look down on the police.

Sometimes, he would even take action against the police officers who had offended him.

Every year, dozens of police officers were injured and killed by those big shots.

The real big shots of the big clubs, even Chief Inspector Hwa, had to be careful when speaking in front of him.

This situation lasted until Lei Luo officially took over the position, and the status of the Hong Kong police force finally improved.

Therefore, Zhong Xuan really didn't want to become a police officer at this time.

That was because not only would they not be able to earn much money, but they would also have to risk their lives.

However, if she did not take the police examination, she would have let down her uncle's family's good intentions.

After all, his uncle's family treated Zhong Xuan quite well.

Not only did he give her a lot of care in all aspects.

Furthermore, he had even managed to scrape together 1,000 Hong Kong dollars for Zhong Xuan to bribe the examiner even though his family was not rich to begin with.

Although Zhong Xuan had countless ways to make a fortune as a transmigrator, none of them could be achieved in a short period of time.

If she couldn't prove that she was better off not being a police officer before the police academy opened its enrollment, then she really couldn't answer to her uncle's family.

"Congratulations to the host for accumulating more than 1,000 Hong Kong dollars in your hands. You have met the requirements for the first draw. Would the host like to start the draw immediately?”

Just as Zhong Xuan was in a dilemma, a voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"System?"

Zhong Xuan was shocked at first, but then he revealed a happy expression and said with uncertainty.

"Host, would you like to spend 1,000 Hong Kong dollars to open the first lottery draw?”

The system did not answer Zhong Xuan's question.

Instead, it used its mechanical voice to ask again.

Hearing this voice, Zhong Xuan knew that this system was not as flexible as the novels he had read in the past.

Instead, it was like a program, very mechanical.

"Start the lottery draw!"

Although he did not know what he would get, Zhong Xuan still ordered.

"Congratulations to the host for spending 1,000 Hong Kong dollars to open the lottery!”

" Lottery drawing in progress…"

"Lottery draw completed. Congratulations to the host for obtaining Gambling Skill (Level 7)."

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