Hong Kong, in the Walled City.
In a shabby six-person cage.
"Brother Yao? Brother Yao! Wake up!"
The young man on the bed opened his eyes and looked at the unfamiliar scene before him.
The shabby bed, the striped shirt from the sixties, the second master of the window coffin, the yellowed wall, and…A bottle of Guangsheng's Floral Dew!
A familiar face appeared in front of him.
"Brother Yao, it's time to eat. Brother Hao is back! We have meat to eat today! Haha, I haven't eaten meat for a long time!"
Brother Yao?
Brother Hao?
"Ding dong…The host has transmigrated to the world of the movie "Chasing the Dragon". 20% of the host's memory has been loaded…40%... 60%... 80%... 100%!”
In an instant, memories flooded into his mind. When he opened his eyes again, he understood everything!
"I didn't expect that I would actually transmigrate, and... Becoming Wu Shihao's brother?! Wu Shiyao!"
The system template appeared in front of him.
Name: Wu Shiyao.
Constitution: 15
[Strength: 15]
Agility: 20
In his previous life, Wu Shiyao was a fan of Hong Kong films. He was fascinated by that magnificent era where heroes rose together!
He had watched the movie Chasing the Dragon more than ten times!
In the movie, Hao Robes and his three brothers sneaked into Hong Kong. Hao Robes was a loyal and ruthless person. He had been a refugee in the Walled City of Nine Dragons, and he had climbed all the way to become the king of Hong Kong!
From then on, he would share the world with 500 million Inspector Lei Luo!
It was just that…the times created heroes, and the fate of the lame hero was also difficult to describe in a few words!
"The host has a newbie gift bag to pick up. Do you want to pick it up?”
"Pick it up!"
"Congratulations, host, you have gained the proficiency in all types of MMA mixed fighting.”
"Congratulations to the host for obtaining Bajiquan.”
"Congratulations, host, you have gained full firearms proficiency.”
"Congratulations, user, for obtaining the Thousand Illusionary Hands.”
...
Wu Shiyao got out of bed. His younger brother, Wu Shihao, sat down and secretly took out two pieces of rice from his pocket.
"Brother, this is all I have."
Twenty dollars.
In Hong Kong in 1950, newspapers cost one cent.
Pineapple oil, pork chop buns, and a cup of stinky milk tea with silk stockings were only four cents.
And the fish ball noodles from Kamen in Mongjiao and Four Seas Ice Room only cost 3 cents per bowl.
When he was done, he took a sip of the pig blood porridge. It was delicious.
For ordinary families, it would only cost 9.9 yuan for a restaurant to have a Christmas dinner during the holidays, and it was the full price.
As for going out.
Rickshaws had once been popular in Hong Kong and Jiujiang for five cents.
Most of the poor families still entered the factory to do some needlework and packaging work. Those with higher income worked hard and earned at most 60 yuan a month.
It was going up.
The monthly salary of a new police officer was 120 yuan, which was not even comparable to a high-level clerk.
Even though the filipino maids from rich families were not presentable and could earn about 50 yuan from the oil and water, they still had to eat according to the people's expressions.
A conscientious street salesman might be able to open for three to four months if he encountered a big deal. Of course, he would be hungry and full.
Therefore, back then, Li Jiacheng casually took out 50,000 yuan to start a business. It was a huge sum of money.
He couldn't afford a house.
A large number of outsiders came in.
Happy Valley's 1,000-foot house price, 50,000 yuan, forcing people to die?
It might as well be a fight at the dock, thirty yuan a time, and it was fun, but…People always died.
Hong Kong in this era was the best of times and the worst of times. It was a paradise for the rich and a hell for the poor.
It was also from this moment onwards.
The big shots made their appearances.
Li Jiacheng's Changjiang plastic factory was founded in Shau Kei Wan. He borrowed 50,000 yuan from his cousin, Zhang Mingyue.
Rich second-generation heir, Lee Soo Ki, borrowed the money from his father to buy and sell gold from 20 to 30 gold and silver shops on Wenxian East Street. He made a fortune from the war. The establishment of Yongye Real Estate Company would allow him to become a wealthy man in Hong Kong in the future!
Lu Zhihe, who was a big player in sand and stone infrastructure, used a mountain cutter to continuously transport blood, sand, mud, pipes, granite, and so on. His reputation rose, and he was known as the " infrastructure maniac ".
He Hongshen, the handsome boy, took the one million yuan he earned in Haojiang and started a comprador and textile business. In the future, he would have a famous name-Gambling King!
As for Lei Yingdong, he had just started his marine lightering business. His business would cover real estate, construction, shipping, building materials, oil, department stores, hotels, restaurants...
This was Bai.
As for Black?
...
Wu Shiyao collected his thoughts from the twenty yuan, grabbed the money, and stuffed it into his underling's pocket.
"Little boy, take this to pay the tuition fees."
"Oh, okay, Big Brother."
The youngest son, Wu Shibiao, was Wu Shihao's younger brother, so he was naturally Wu Shiyao's younger brother.
"Let's eat, let's eat."
Except for the eldest brother, Wu Shiyao, the second brother, Wu Shihao, and the youngest brother, Wu Shibiao, who was still in school.
In the movie Chasing the Dragon, there were three brothers, Big Wei, Small Wei, and Mute Seven.
Hao secretly leaned into Wu Shiyao's ear. Wu Shihao respected his big brother very much!
"There's no work tonight, but there's a fight.”
As soon as he said this, Dawei saw stars.“yes! That was awesome! There's money to be earned!"
Only a fool would not go to work for 2 yuan and fight for 30 yuan.
"Ah! You guys went to fight again…" The youngest son, Wu Shibiao, pushed up his glasses, worried about his brothers.
Wu Shiyao and Wu Shihao looked at each other and smiled.
"With hair, who wants to be bald?”Wu Shiyao patted Yao Zai's shoulder." You only have one mission. Study hard. In the future..." I'll leave it all to you when I earn money!”
"Yes! Little boy, listen to Brother Yao."
"In the future, I'll follow Brother Yao and live a good life! Haha!"
"Put your head on your shoulder, Brother Yao. From now on, my life is yours!”
"Count me in!"
Mute Seven could not speak and beat his chest anxiously.
Wu Shiyao finished the porridge in his bowl. The five brothers spread out their hands, their eyes determined. They must make a name for themselves in Hong Kong!
"Life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor are determined by the heavens!"
"Yes! Life and death are determined by fate, and wealth is in the sky!"
(Old man of new books, every day at dawn, rain or shine,)
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