Hong Kong Island, Queen's Road Central, 5 Lee Yuen Street East

The walls of this three-storey arcade building facing the street are quite old, the walls that had been painted only two years ago have become gray and mottled and cracked, and the red patent leather on the window edges has also been sunburned a lot, leaking out the dark yellow wood inside.

Only the newly replaced glass windows remained, revealing a slight sense of freshness.

Since there is a basement underneath, this building should actually have four floors.

Now and in later generations, the famous "Ta Kung Pao" is located here.

And at this time......

Diagonally above the communication room on the first floor, in a room with large sashes on the second floor, there was a burst of arguments.

"How can you walk a horse?!How can you walk a horse?!How can you ......"

"Hey! like walking on the field and walking on the horse, my horse is not blind and lame, why can't I go!"

"No, no, no, this step has to be repeated, repeated. ”

"How can you be?! You call it repentance! This is called playing scoundrels!"

"Hehe, I'm a scoundrel?

“……”

"Really, only the governor is allowed to set fires and the people are not allowed to light the lamps, hurry up, return my cannon to me. ”

“……”

When I looked carefully at the voice, it turned out that in an office on the second floor, there were two men with glasses playing chess.

After the man who saw the eyes on the left hand side finished saying a sentence angrily, he stretched out his right hand to the eye man on the other side, looking at the opponent with a resentful look, and the man who stretched out his hand looked at the chess pieces in front of the opponent and pouted proudly.

"Oh, Zha Liangyong, return my chess pieces to me. ”

"......" The man with glasses on the right gritted his teeth hatefully, and finally had to grab the 'cannon' and slapped it in the opponent's hand: "Chen Mintong, let's talk about it first, and only regret it once." ”

"Hmph, once at a time, see how I kill you this time to make you lose your armor. ”

"Huh-"

Our future martial arts grandmaster Zha Liangyong was not timid at all, and with a cold face and grinning teeth, he sneered at Liang Yusheng, another future martial arts grandmaster.

However, the two stinky chess baskets, the threat to each other can only be like that.

Five minutes later......

"Why is your car there?!" Coco Chen said with a stunned face as he looked at the dead situation in front of him.

"Hehe, where is my car not there?" Zha Liangyong sneered again, nodded at the other party's chessboard, and urged: "Hurry up, it's your turn to go." ”

Chen Mintong looked at his only remaining pawn and horse, and said hatefully: "How can I get here?!"

"Then ......" Zha Liangyong smiled proudly, raised his head slightly at the corner of his mouth and asked, "I won this game?"

"Can I regret it again?"

"No, I can't. ”

"That's if you win. ”

"Hahaha——!"

Looking at Zha Liangyong's triumphant appearance, Chen Cohen's heart became more and more uncertain, grabbed the chess pieces that were eaten by the other party, fiddled with the chessboard and said loudly: "Come again, let's have another game." ”

"Haha, no, no, no, no, no!" Zha Liangyong smiled while waving his hand happily.

Chen Mintong's face rose, and he glared at Zha Liangyong and said, "What, you want to run?"

"You stinky chess basket, what am I running, I have something to do in the afternoon, I want to go out and lie down. ”

Zha Liangyong replied in a good mood, and then packed up the chess pieces on the chessboard with a comfortable face. It was only when he packed up two pieces, and half of the chessboard was covered by a pair of big hands.

"You are a supplement editor, what else can you do, hurry up, and have another plate. ”

"Oh, no, I'm really in trouble. ”

"Is there really something? My brother and sister can't stay idle at home and want you to accompany me?"

"Well——, of course not, where do you want to go. Zha Liangyong frowned, and said with disdain: "I have a distant relative over there in Kowloon, I can go over and see him later." ”

"Really?" Chen Mintong was still a little unconvinced.

"Really!"

"That'...... Well, you go, you go. Chen Wentong waved his hand helplessly, and continued: "But let's talk about it, I'll let you go today, and we can fight a few more games tomorrow." ”

“……”

Zha Liangyong and Chen Mintong are not the editors of Ta Kung Pao, but the supplemental editors of Ta Kung Pao's sub-journal Xin Wanbao.

Because Ta Kung Pao is a leftist newspaper, and news and news only come from Xinhua News Agency, the degree of timeliness of news is relatively low, which also leads to Ta Kung Pao's more biased towards current political editorial news.

In order to report current affairs more quickly, Ta Kung Pao founded the "New Evening News", which is biased towards entertainment and leisure.

Chen Mintong is the editor of the "Arabian Nights" column of the "New Evening News", while Zha Liangyong is the screenwriter of the column "Afternoon Tea". Because the two were colleagues and liked to play chess and Go, they soon became friends and often got together to talk a few games.

Of course, neither of them is actually very good at chess.

But this kind of thing, in fact, people like to beat the drum the most, if you suddenly meet a master, and you are abused to death every day, then it will be hellish to be able to play together in the future.

Chen Mintong has been a screenwriter at "New Evening News" for more than a year, and has long adapted to the leisurely life of "New Evening News".

However, Zha Liangyong had just switched from the heavy and serious work of "Ta Kung Pao", and suddenly he was a little uncomfortable with the negative and comfortable life of "New Evening News".

So, I had to have fun with myself.

Watching movies, going to plays, going to concerts, going to dances, watching art exhibitions, he wrote articles after reading them, and then 'used' his position to publish them in newspapers and magazines.

Recently, Zha Liangyong has pondered writing scripts again.

The script is actually very simple, basically everyone can write it after learning it, but whether it is well written depends on the style and talent. Zha Liangyong thinks that his writing is not bad, but after all, he is also a layman now, so he naturally wants to find a few insiders to ask.

And the Cha family, which is full of brothers, is naturally someone in the film circle of Xiangjiang.

In fact, the most famous figure in the Hong Kong film industry is not Zha Liangjian in the declining Taishan, this baby is still working as an assistant director for Bu Wancang, so naturally it is not a big reputation.

The most famous of these is Zha Liangjing, who began to write scripts in the thirties, and is known as one of the 'Three Masters of Jiading', and is currently the director of the Great Wall Choreography and Directing Office.

This is much better than Chaliangjian Niu!

But it's a pity that Zha Liangjing is ten years older than Zha Liangyong, and the Zha family is a big family, and the two people who are in troubled times are basically not familiar with each other.

The relationship between Zha Liangyong and him is not as good as that of Zha Liangjian of the same age.

So Zha Liangyong took the script and wanted to ask someone for advice, and immediately thought of Zha Liangjian, who was of a similar age.

packed up the chessboard all the way, and sent away the stinky chess basket Chen Mintong, Zha Liangyong stuffed the written script into his briefcase, and went directly to Kowloon across the sea without work.

When he arrived at Diamond Hill Huihe Garden, Zha Liangyong, who had been here three or twice, was already familiar with it, so he went straight to the second floor.

Sure enough, Zha Liangjian, who had nothing to do, was reading the script on it.

"Brother Jian, I'm here. Before Zha Liangjian stood up and said hello, Zha Liangyong raised his hand first to say hello.

Zha Liangjian didn't seem to know that he was coming, and after a pause, he nodded lightly and said, "Second brother, why are you here?"

"I've written a script in the past two days, and I want you to read it for me. ”

"Oh——, good. ”

Zha Liangjian sat stunned and watched Zha Liangyong put down the briefcase, and took out a thick stack of white paper from the bag, thinking that this was the script that Zha Liangyong said.

"Brother Jian, my script is written about ......"

"Ahem—"

Zha Liangjian suddenly let out a fake cough, interrupted Zha Liangyong's words, hesitated for a moment, and then said with some trepidation: "Second brother, what I told you a few days ago, I asked for you yesterday." ”

"Hmm, what's the matter?" Zha Liangyong was a little confused.

Zha Liangjian opened his mouth slightly, and suddenly felt that he was a little self-inflicted, so he pursed his mouth and said hatefully: "What else can I do, just let you go to Jiahe to be a screenwriter." ”

"Ahh ”

After a reminder from Zha Liangjian, Zha Liangyong patted his forehead and remembered that there seemed to be such a thing.

But......

Zha Liangjian told him at the time, in fact, he was not very enthusiastic about himself, he is now living a good life in the "New Evening News", both as an editor and an author, and has a lot of free time, why rush to find another part-time job.

It's just that Cha Liangjian is also a good intention after all.

So Zha Liangyong nodded, and asked as a matter of course: "It seems good to be a part-time screenwriter, thank you, Brother Jian, by the way, when will I go to work over there?"

“……”

Zha Liangjian was stunned for a while, paused for a few seconds, and then replied in a low voice: "That, second brother, the other party didn't agree." ”

“……”

This time it was Zha Liangyong's turn to pause in his mind.

What the heck?!

The other party didn't agree, so what are you going to tell me!

Tricks......