Probably because of childhood filters and the influence of massive Hong Kong movies, many young people in the mainland are full of beautiful yearning for this place.
But in fact, that's all it really takes.
The streets are very narrow, and most of them are just two lanes in each direction. The distance between the buildings is very close, and it is as depressing as a pigeon cage.
However, the streets are very clean, and when walking on the road, from time to time you can see police officers wearing uniforms patrolling as shown in Hong Kong movies.
But Chen Nuo didn't like this place very much.
If you include his previous life, Chen Nuo has been to this city many times.
I always feel that there are many people in HK with a strange mentality. When you meet locals, as long as you speak Mandarin and not Cantonese, you will feel that the other person has a vague feeling of being superior to you.
Even when eating in a restaurant, the waiters don't have a nice face.
This sense of superiority has a historical origin.
In the 1990s, the economic level of Hong Kong far exceeded that of the Mainland. The monthly income of an ordinary person in Hong Kong could reach more than 10,000 Hong Kong dollars.
In those days, a truck driver in Hong Kong could move to a place like SZ to raise a second house at an affordable price.
You have to know what it was like in the 1990s. In first- and second-tier cities in the mainland, the average monthly salary was only a few hundred yuan.
But two thousand years later, this gap was shrinking at a rapid rate! Before Chen Nuo was reborn and returned, HK's economy had already declined severely. Due to the shift in economic focus, its position in the regional economy had been greatly weakened.
But now, it's 2001.
It’s still a time when the sense of superiority is very strong.
Chen Nuo and his party were too lazy to have breakfast at the hotel in the morning, so they went out, walked along Canton Road, and randomly found a tea restaurant for dinner.
The group's attire was obviously that of mainland tourists, mainly two guys, Brother Lei and Zhu Dazhi.
The two of them follow the standard attire of mainland men in this era: wearing a T-shirt and tucking the hem of the shirt into their pants. They also have a mobile phone case hanging on their belt.
It looks like a straight plate, but it's actually very rustic.
Chen Nuo didn't pay attention to this, and he didn't deliberately correct the clothes of Brother Lei and others.
In his opinion, whether a person is confident or not has nothing to do with what you wear.
Gang Leader Qiao wears a Tulabaji T-shirt every time he holds a press conference, and he is equally dazzling.
There is no need to deliberately imitate other people's attire just to accommodate their discriminatory gaze.
When we were at the tea restaurant, the waiter's attitude was obviously cold and impatient. Especially when Brother Lei and Zhu Dazhi were looking at the menu with great interest, flipping back and forth to make selections, the waiter just stood there with the pencil in his hand.
He tapped the table impatiently, with a disgusted expression on his face.
He also muttered something in Cantonese.
Although I didn't understand it, it was obviously not a good thing.
Zhu Dazhi was a stickler and didn't notice the other person's expression at all.
Brother Lei, a smart man, noticed it and looked a little unhappy. He couldn't understand what the waiter said, but he heard one word.
Yankee.
Just when Brother Lei was about to glare and lose his temper, Chen Nuo patted the back of his hand and suppressed it.
Chen Nuo raised his head and quickly told the waiter the names of several dishes: "Three servings of pork bone noodles, two servings of rice rolls, two servings of double skin milk, and five cups of milk tea with ice."
Chen Nuo speaks Mandarin.
Either he can't speak Cantonese or he doesn't want to.
Not used to it!
The waiter then left impatiently.
"You're stupid. You're eating in a restaurant and you get angry with the waiter before the food is served. Are you not afraid of spitting in your food?"
Chen Nuo looked at Brother Lei with a smile.
Brother Lei was a little unhappy: "Damn, what a temper. I am a customer, not a beggar."
"It's normal. The locals now look down on mainland tourists and think we are poor."
"ha?"
Chen Nuo smiled and looked at the waiter: "Do you know how much a waiter can earn in a month working here?"
Without waiting for Brother Lei to guess, Chen Nuo smiled and said: "This kind of store in this location has a good business... a month's salary is over 10,000 Hong Kong dollars."
"Fuck!" Brother Lei's eyes widened.
Ten thousand?!
In Jinling, a civil servant who is envied by everyone only earns a monthly salary of one thousand!
Brother Lei pays the salespersons in his store a salary of 500 plus commission, which is quite conscientious.
In HK, a waiter’s monthly salary is over 10,000?!
"It's different." Chen Nuo shook his head and said, "If this money is spent in the mainland, it will naturally be a lot of money.
In HK, these people actually live a very hard life.
These waiters are all at the bottom. Maybe several members of the family are living in village houses, and even public housing has to wait. Public housing is probably equivalent to the affordable housing here, but here the government rents it to the people at very low prices.
of.
And it won’t be your turn, and you may have to wait ten years.
There is a word here called boring house, which is usually a room where several members of a family live, and the area of a room may be only seven or eight square meters.
Many people with a monthly salary of tens of thousands are actually poor people here, and their living quarters are no different from pigeon cages."
After a pause, Chen Nuo smiled and said: "Brother Lei, how big is your house in Jinling?"
Brother Lei was a little embarrassed: "Well... it's about 100 square meters. I bought it two years ago to get married."
"One hundred square meters, in Hong Kong, is called a thousand-foot mansion."
"Let me go, is HK so stubborn?"
"Yes, the place is small, resource monopoly is severe, inflation is also severe, and prices are exaggeratedly high."
As he said that, Chen Nuo pointed to the menu: "You saw how expensive the food was when you ordered it. It's just an ordinary roadside tea restaurant, and the ordinary food for the few of us costs hundreds."
In our place, it’s just one month’s salary per person.”
Brother Lei calculated the price and the monthly salary of tens of thousands, and instantly felt that these HK people are simply miserable...
The salary figure is high, but the local purchasing power is low.
These topics were too complicated and a bit sensitive. After the waiter brought the meal, Chen Nuo stopped talking about it.
He brought a bowl of Shuangpi Nai to Song Qiaoyun and said with a smile: "Master, please try this."
Then he gave the other bowl to Xiaoye.
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Money is actually currency to be precise, and it depends on purchasing power.
Numbers are meaningless.
People in HK have a monthly salary of 20,000 yuan, so buying a bottle of mineral water costs 10.8 yuan, and eating a bowl of noodles costs 50 yuan.
It costs three to five thousand to rent a room of seven or eight square meters.
What kind of happy experience is there?
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When we returned to the hotel, Lao Jiang was still resting in the room.
Teacher Jiang had made up his mind not to go out. He was breathing in his inner breath in the room and adjusting his condition to prepare for the battle.
Chen Nuo bought a takeaway and brought it back to Song Qiaoyun.
That Song Zhicun didn't show up, and no one from the Song family came either. I don't know whether it was because of martial ethics, not disturbing the opponent before the competition, or because of other disdainful thoughts. It might be a combination of both.
Chen Nuo asked Song Qiaoyun, and the time for the competition was set for two days later, at the so-called flagship store of the Song family's martial arts gym in Hong Kong.
After asking these questions, Chen Nuo felt relieved for the time being.
So, for the next two days, I simply relaxed my mind and took Xiao Yezi, Haonan, brother Lei, and Zhu Dazhi around HK every day.
The Dongtian Club's car became their special car, and it was convenient to use anyway.
Brother Lei and Zhu Dazhi visited all the holy places for Hong Kong movies they wanted to visit.
What Causeway Bay, what Tsim Sha Tsui, what Temple Street...
result……
"Damn it, it's really better not to go. The streets are dilapidated, old and narrow, hey!"
Disillusionment is all disillusionment.
Chen Nuo originally wanted to take Xiao Zizi to Disneyland.
When I inquired about it, I found out that I had made a mistake... HK Disneyland had not yet opened in 2001.
But I did go to Ocean Park.
I took another day and took the team to the famous Hong Kong film shooting location: Lantau Island Studio.
The result was disappointment.
It was already ruined.
In 2001, the golden age of Hong Kong films had passed away, leaving only the afterglow.
I also went to see the famous Hung Hom Stadium. The appearance is very distinctive, but in fact it is just that. The Hung Hom Stadium, built in the 1980s, is actually a bit old.
It was not renovated until 2009.
The only thing that everyone admires is the famous Central.
In fact, it is the current CBD of HK, with various beautiful high-rise office buildings built against Victoria Peak.
However, from the perspective of Chen Nuo, who was used to seeing Lujiazui in later generations, he always felt that the place in Central had a small family atmosphere. The same problem was that there was too little land and the distance between buildings was so narrow that it was suffocating.
After all, the brilliant HK in the golden age of Hong Kong films only exists in childhood memories...
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On the third night of arriving in HK, Song Zhicun finally showed up!
This old man from the Song family, who had met Chen Nuo once before, brought his people to the hotel and personally made a meal for Lao Jiang and Song Qiaoyun.
Chen Nuo followed him unceremoniously and had a meal.
In fact, Song Zhicun had heard from his subordinates that old Jiang and his wife also brought a group of apprentices.
It's actually a bit surprising.
Because when arranging the trip, the Song family was only responsible for the couple's air tickets, food and accommodation.
There are so many people, you should have told me earlier, the Song family is not short of this little money, but it seems stingy.
At the dinner table, Song Zhicun's attitude was very polite... that kind of indifferent politeness.
Because there was a competition the next day, no one drank. At the dinner table, we casually chatted about some things in the martial arts world.
However, Lao Jiang is obviously not very good at talking about it. He has been living in seclusion in the school and has ignored matters in the martial arts world for many years. Many topics cannot be discussed at all.
Chen Nuo, on the other hand, heard a lot of gossip from Song Zhicun under his deliberate compliments.
When the dinner came to an end, Song Zhicun suddenly sighed.
"Old Jiang, in fact, if it goes according to my temperament, this competition is not really necessary.
Our two families are actually one family. Since we are one family, there is no need to fight and fight. When we recognize our ancestors and return to the same clan, the reunion after a long separation should be more about expressing friendship.
But...for the last wish of our ancestors, this competition had to be carried out.
Please bear with me in the arena tomorrow."
This is very beautifully said.
Lao Jiang actually felt a little emotional.
However, Chen Nuo didn't quite believe in this Song Zhicun.
If you really want to be honest, Lao Jiang and his wife have been in Hong Kong for so many days, but they haven't invited anyone to their home to meet them?
Song Qiaoyun is the only descendant of the upright Song family.
I didn't see any of my uncles, and Song Zhicun's father didn't say a word either.
Sure enough, then, Song Zhicun smiled: "Since we are a family, apart from the competition, we have to talk about friendship after all.
In tomorrow's competition, according to the old rules of the world, there will always be some luck.
The bets agreed upon by the ancestors before, whether it was incense or clan tokens, were naturally included in the calculation.
But... I heard that you were living in poverty in the mainland, so I took it upon myself to add some other bets."
Saying that, Song Zhicun smiled and took out a check.
"Here are two million Hong Kong dollars, a Standard Chartered cashier's check, which can be cashed at any time."
Lao Jiang's expression changed: "You want to bribe me?"
"Of course not!" Song Zhicun shook his head and said, "This is tomorrow's gambling money."
"Betting money?" Lao Jiang shook his head: "I can't get this gambling money only if I lose, right?"
"Where is the word!"
Song Zhicun sighed: "Old Jiang, you look down on me.
This bet will be notarized by several invited martial arts veterans at the competition site tomorrow.
After the competition, whether you win or lose, it’s all yours!”
Two million regardless of winning or losing?
Then why wait until the competition is over?
Isn't this the appearance fee?
Isn’t this taking off your pants to fart?
Zhang Linsheng was a little confused.
But Chen Nuo smiled in his heart.
This Song Zhicun is quite clever.
Just think about it... No matter you win or lose, I will give you two million... Then when we get to the competition stage, are you embarrassed to hit me hard?
Don't say sorry.
Even at a critical moment, if you hesitate for even half a second to a martial arts practitioner of Lao Jiang's level, you may be able to tell the difference!
This is Song Zhicun's purpose tonight.
First use soft words to talk about love, and then use money as a footnote.
In order to shake Chiang Kai-shek's will to fight!
Although Song Zhicun originally had a higher chance of winning, this competition was of great benefit to him. Using this method, no matter whether it was successful or not, even if it could increase the chance of winning by half, it would be worthwhile.
Chiang Kai-shek was a kind man, and after Song Zhicun manipulated him like this, his demeanor softened.
Song Zhicun then added: "After the competition tomorrow, a dinner will be prepared at home. Even though my father is seriously ill, he will go out in person. At that time... it will be time for us two people to get together and chat about home affairs.
Hey, a hundred years of grudges, why bother? We are all one family."
Song Zhicun immediately left and stated that he would send someone to pick him up in a car tomorrow and then take him away.
Lao Jiang sighed: "This Lao Song is not a bad person."
Chen Nuo looked at Lao Jiang from the side and smiled in a low voice: "But he is not a good person."
It's okay, using a little psychological warfare, but nothing too much.
No dirty hands left.
Chen Nuo was quite satisfied.
It's good. You are using small tricks to play psychological cards and use affection to soften your will to fight.
Then I will use cheating methods to deal with you.
Very fair.
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Human physical abilities have their limits.
People who practice martial arts may have a higher ceiling, but it's definitely not unlimited.
Chen Nuo knew very well that even if he cheated by controlling puppets for Zhang Linsheng, Zhang Linsheng's own physical fitness had its limits. Some actions, even if they were controlled by Chen Nuo's mental power, were controlled by Chen Nuo's consciousness.
, but Brother Haonan still can’t do it.
Therefore, Chen Nuo was still prepared.
In the evening, the driver assigned by President Higashida in HK delivered a set of things that Chen Nuo had ordered him to rush to order two days ago...
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Decisive day!
At noon, Chen Nuo and Zhang Linsheng were waiting at the door of Chiang Kai-shek's room.
When Lao Jiang and his wife opened the door and came out, Lao Jiang's demeanor seemed to have changed a lot!
The normally doughy teacher's aura was restrained and calm at the moment, but there was a faint flow of brilliance in his eyes, giving people the feeling of still water flowing deep.
He was wearing a short linen gown, thin-soled cloth shoes, and his hair was neatly combed.
Song Qiaoyun followed her husband, glanced at the two apprentices waiting at the door of the room, and nodded gently.
"Let's go." Lao Jiang walked in front with his head held high.
Chen Nuo and Zhang Linsheng also changed into sportswear today, walking behind Lao Jiang like two horse boys.
"Brother Haonan."
"What?"
"Don't you think our master is in great spirits today?"
"Well, I feel that the master's demeanor today is very similar to that of a martial arts master."
Lao Jiang was walking in front and felt a little proud when he heard the two disciples talking quietly.
I have been meditating and adjusting my breath for three consecutive days, so that my inner breath has been adjusted to the best state that my current state can achieve.
Humph, these two boys actually have some winks!
But then, the conversation behind him continued.
"Do you think that our master's momentum today is very similar to that of Huo Yuanjia?"
"Ah? When you put it that way, it sounds a bit like it!"
Lao Jiang found that his feet were staggering, and he turned around and glared at the two stupid apprentices.
I'm going to compete in a martial arts competition!!
Like Fearless?
Can you chat?
Huo Yuanjia just died in the ring, okay?
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In the lobby downstairs of the hotel, people from the Song family were already waiting.
The leader was a man who looked to be in his thirties, wearing a suit and black-rimmed glasses. He was thin and slender.
Seeing Lao Jiang and his group walking out of the elevator, this man smiled and came up to them.
"Brother Jiang Shi!"
Lao Jiang looked at this man curiously.
"I, Song Chengye, and Song Zhicun are my eldest brothers."
I understand, he is the third son of the Song family's second wife.
I have long heard that there are three men of the second generation of the Song family, and the eldest Song Zhicun is the one who will compete with Lao Jiang today.
The third oldest son, Song Chengye, was the youngest son of the old man of the Song family, but... I heard he didn't practice martial arts.
From the looks of it, he has a thin figure and a gentle temperament, and he really doesn't look like Lian Jiazi.
"I have long heard that Brother Jiang Shi is highly skilled in martial arts. I specifically asked my father to pick you up today to take you to the place where the martial arts competition will take place."
Song Chengye's smile and tone were very polite, and he pointed outside: "The car is ready."
The other party was polite, so Chiang Kai-shek was naturally polite too. Song Qiaoyun also came up to meet the other party and say hello.
Song Chengye's attitude towards Song Qiaoyun was even more polite and a little closer: "Come to think of it, Sister Qiaoyun, I should call you cousin."
After a pause, he said in a low voice: "This competition is really inappropriate. It was supposed to be a close family. When relatives recognize each other, they have to fight each other. Alas... This time, I am really wronged.
It’s in place.”
Outside the hotel, two cars were already parked there.
"Brother Song Shi, cousin Qiaoyun, please get in my car. We can chat on the way." Song Chengye pointed to a Mercedes-Benz car in front of him and said with a smile: "The two noble disciples can take the commercial car in the back.
My people will take good care of them."
Lao Jiang was about to nod.
However, Chen Nuo instinctively felt that something was wrong, and suddenly said: "Master, let's just stay in the same car. I have something else to say to you."
Lao Jiang was a little confused, but Song Qiaoyun nodded: "That's fine, since we all came together, we will naturally go together."
Song Chengye was stunned for a moment, then he smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll take the business car with you too."
So, the group of people got into the business car and let the men brought by Song Chengye sit in his own luxury car.
In the business car, Lao Jiang and Song Chengye were sitting in the second row, and Song Qiaoyun and Zhang Linsheng were sitting in the third row.
Theoretically, the third row can seat three people, but it will be a little crowded, but it is not easy to squeeze in with the wife.
Chen Nuo took the initiative to sit in the passenger seat.
The car started to move, with the business car taking the lead and the Mercedes-Benz behind.
On the way, Song Chengye exchanged a few words with Lao Jiang. Seeing that Lao Jiang was not very talkative, he stopped disturbing him and just kept talking to Song Qiaoyun, telling some legends about the ancestors of the Song family.
The city of HK is very small and the streets are narrow. The fleet of vehicles drove slowly and unhurriedly along the way.
I saw a crossroads, where I turned to enter a tunnel...
Suddenly, Chen Nuo's heart moved slightly!
There was a small truck driving towards here in front of him, which gave him a faint feeling of abnormality.
The small truck originally drove along at a leisurely pace, but as it got closer, it suddenly accelerated.
Chen Nuo immediately glanced back from the rearview mirror.
Then I saw Song Chengye, sitting in the second row of seats, with his body posture, his knees slightly bent, his head lowered and his chest in his arms, his arms gently folded in front of his chest...
Chen Nuo's heart skipped a beat!
At the same time, the small truck in front suddenly had a violent engine roar...
Chen Nuo's strong mental power allowed Chen Nuo to instantly capture the look of the driver in the truck more than ten meters away! The accelerator was already depressed!
The sound insulation effect of the commercial vehicle is very good, and no one else in the vehicle heard the roar of the engine coming from outside.
After Chen Nuo noticed it, a sharp look flashed in his eyes!
Just look at the driver in that truck holding the steering wheel with both hands. Suddenly, the driver’s expression changed!
The steering wheel automatically turned to one side uncontrollably! The driver exclaimed, but he couldn't react. The minivan hit the metal barrier on the roadside, then rolled over and fell to the side of the road.
Under the influence of sexual intercourse, I slid forward several meters...
A loud noise outside alerted the convoy here, and the driver had already stepped on the brakes!
The people in the car looked in surprise at the truck that had knocked over the barrier seven or eight meters away and rolled over on its side, its tires still spinning slightly.
Then I saw the car door being opened and the driver crawling out with blood on his head.
At this time, pedestrians on the roadside gathered around and quickly pulled the driver to the roadside to sit down. Some people called the police...
In the car, Lao Jiang and others looked surprised. They did not expect to witness such a car accident.
Chen Nuo observed Song Chengye carefully, and sure enough he saw a hint of surprise in this guy's eyes, but it was concealed later.
"Master, it seems there was a car accident over there."
The driver looked back at Song Chengye.
Song Chengye frowned and said nothing.
Chen Nuo suddenly said: "Mr. Song, is the time for the martial arts competition coming soon? Should we stay here and watch the fun? Or should we go to the martial arts competition?"
As soon as Chen Nuo said this, Song Chengye immediately shook his head and said with a smile: "Traffic accidents will naturally be handled by the police. Let's go to the martial arts gym."
He casually opened the car window and told the two men who got out of the Mercedes-Benz parked behind him: "Go and have a look. If you can help, please help."
The car started to drive slowly again, and Chen Nuocai smiled: "Mr. Song, you are so kind."
Song Chengye nodded and smiled, but stopped talking.
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