Chapter 1 Is the golden scale a thing in the pool? 1980, December 4. Hong Kong Island, Yau Ma Tei, Temple Street. At this moment, Yau Ma Tei, as one of the most prosperous areas in Hong Kong Island, is densely populated with tall buildings. The famous Temple Street Night Market, in particular, is crowded and bustling. Looking up, you can see all kinds of plaques and signs everywhere. The streets are lined with all kinds of stalls and stands. The goods for sale are also dazzling and varied, with all kinds of food and entertainment. "Fish balls, chewy and bouncy, so good!" "Look, look, rice noodle rolls, big and beautiful rice noodle rolls, buy one get one free, no cheating!" "Don't miss it if you pass by. The bowl of chicken, shrimp and fish is made with rich broth and is absolutely delicious!" Such hawking sounds are heard everywhere, and the night market is extremely lively. Suddenly, the Temple Street Night Market, which was bustling with people in the last second, seemed to have pressed the pause button and became silent.
I saw that the originally dense crowd consciously separated a path in the middle, and more than 20 burly men in black suits with bulging waists came in one after another and quickly stood in two rows, like bodyguards of some important people. The next second, the vendors' overly enthusiastic and slightly flattering voices rang out. Of course, most people's tone was just one of awe. "Hello, Brother Hao!" "Brother Hao is here!" "When Brother Hao comes, the whole Temple Street becomes bright and beautiful!" "Brother Hao, try my fish balls, they are absolutely delicious!" The fish ball vendor picked up a few strings of fish balls, his face was filled with a warm smile, and his tone was very sincere. A sturdy man wearing a flashy red suit and a crew cut took the fish balls and said jokingly, "No way, fish ball friend, Brother Hao reduced the property fee of Temple Street by half as soon as he took office. Just give him a few strings of fish balls and he'll be fine." As he spoke, he didn't care about the steaming fish balls, stuffed them into his mouth, pulled them all the way down, and chewed them hard. The fish balls are chewy and have a lingering fishy aroma. "Brother Daqiang, look at what you said. Although my fish ball friend is just a fish ball seller and has little education, I also know how to write the word loyalty and righteousness." Looking at the devilish muscular man in front of him, whose pectoral muscles seemed to be about to burst his suit in the next second, Yudanyou was a little nervous, but still patted his chest and continued. "Since Brother Hao took over Temple Street, life has become much better for us vendors. We couldn't even imagine this before!" "Only Brother Hao has this kind of treatment in Hong Kong these days. My family of seven depends on me selling fish balls to support us. Thanks to Brother Hao's kindness, our family's living standard has improved a lot." "I will always remember your kindness. Just one word and I will go through fire and water for you! Brother Hao!" Fish ball friend's words caused the surrounding vendors to nod their heads frequently and express their agreement. "That's right, Brother Hao is kind and righteous!" "Brother Hao, my wife specifically asked me to give you some of her pickled vegetables! You must try them!" "I hope Brother Hao's business will grow bigger and bigger! Then we can live a good life!" In the 80s, although the gangs in Hong Kong were not as arrogant and domineering as in the s and s, with frequent street fights, murders and corpse dumping, they still had a significant impact on all walks of life in society.
The most well-known of these should be something that happened in the entertainment industry, where the society invites popular stars to act in a movie without paying them any pay or even a script. They just send them a bullet and tell them to shoot whatever they want. Who would dare not sign a contract? Of course, this is also the last afterglow before the peak disappears. When 97 comes, it will be swept into the history papers. Those who understand the reason will understand, so there is no need to explain more. Thinking of Yudanyou's wife, Chen Guoqiang had a sly smile on his face and wanted to make a few more jokes, but was interrupted by Lin Zehao: "Okay, Aqiang, it's not easy for Ayou to sell fish balls, remember to give silver paper for the fish balls you eat." He turned around and continued with a smile, "You are not a gangster, so you won't go through fire and water for me. If one day I need your help, I hope you won't refuse." After saying that, Lin Zehao took out a Marlboro from his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, put it in his left hand, clapped his right hand, and the cigarette flipped over, drawing a beautiful parabola in the air, and he held it in his mouth accurately. As one of the capable men, Yang Chengrong was very perceptive. He quickly took out a ZIPPO lighter and lit a cigarette for his boss, while signaling with his eyes to his younger brothers to collect the gifts from the vendors to the boss. Yudanyou first waved his hand at Chen Guoqiang who was paying, "Brother Daqiang, there's no need for money, really." Then he nodded heavily to Lin Zehao: "Brother Hao, don't worry, as long as you need me, I will definitely go through fire and water for you!" "If you say you don't want it, then don't want it. My boss has spoken, you have to accept it!" Chen Guoqiang took out a 100-dollar Hong Kong dollar note from HSBC and slapped it on the stall. The flesh on his face was throbbing, and combined with his body shape, he was definitely intimidating. Yudanyou was so frightened that he put the money away without saying a word. Chen Guoqiang then touched his shaved head and laughed. With the greetings and comfort from Lin Zehao and his younger brothers, the night market returned to its previous bustle. After exhaling a puff of cigarette, the memory of the past has become a little fuzzy. Lin Zehao, who comes from the mainland forty years later, is very wealthy, but his attributes are the white gloves of certain groups. It seems that he lives a life that ordinary people envy, but in fact he has no control over his own situation. Two years ago, he was reborn in Hong Kong Island, in the body of a gangster with the same name as He Shenghe. After a period of adaptation, Lin Zehao also accepted this reality. Simply put, this world is no different from before, except that many characters from film and television dramas have been integrated into it and become flesh-and-blood people. Compared with the previous life that was predictable, the present era is undoubtedly more exciting! The memory of the direction of the world is his greatest golden finger! If we say that the era before time travel was an era of internal competition and competition based on birth and background, then ordinary people had no choice but to lie down. Now, back to the Hong Kong Island in the 1980s, in this era full of opportunities and development, if he lies down again, it would be a real shame for the opportunity given by God! God and God can't take it, but they are to blame! If you don't do it when the time comes, you will suffer the consequences! In this life, he wants to change his fate and live a different way! And this road is one of the shortcuts! Lin Zehao has to rely on it to complete the initial accumulation and earn enough capital! Putting aside his thoughts, Lin Zehao and his group had just walked out of Temple Street and were about to get into the car when they were surrounded by a dozen people. The younger brothers hurriedly stood in front of the boss, lifted up their suits, and slowly reached their hands to their waists. "Young and dangerous men, what do you want to do? Are you going to attack the police?" Huang Wenwu raised the ID card around his neck and lifted his leather jacket with his other hand, revealing the .38 pistol around his waist, and shouted loudly. (End of this chapter)