In January 1985, a low-rent house in Tseung Kwan O, Kowloon, a small one-bedroom apartment, less than 20 square meters. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the small living room, there are two bunk iron beds next to each other.

On the top bunk of one of the beds was a fifteen-year-old young man, his name was Zhang Xuan.

There were no sleeping people on the upper bunk opposite Zhang Xuan, and a few suitcases were stacked, some neatly folded clothes and some miscellaneous items, and a black-and-white TV set bought from the thrift market.

The early morning sun, warm, shining on the poster of Zhao Yazi posted on the wall next to Zhang Xuan's head, and also shining on Zhang Xuan's face, Zhao Yazi on the newspaper, elegant and dignified, with a sweet smile.

There is a yellowish mark on the corner of Zhao Yazi's mouth, which is particularly conspicuous.

Well, it's not Zhang Xuan's product, he's not so unrestrained.

It is the trace of Zhang Xuan's nephew Zhang Lele's snot after the stem, and Zhang Xuan's dragon couch is also the place where Zhang Lele usually gets naughty and mischievous.

Zhang Xuan was sleeping at this time, his eyes were closed, his mouth was full of haras, his eyelids seemed to feel the stimulation brought by the sun, he muttered, and covered his head with the quilt.

Drip ......

The alarm clock sounds.

"They're all up, they're all up." Zhang Xuan's bed curtain was opened, Zhang Xuan's mother Huang Ying lifted the quilt and sat up, rubbed her eyes, and then urged: "Get up, Lao Zhang, hurry up, don't open a stall?" ”

"Well, get up." Zhang Xuan's father, Zhang Aiguo, knocked on the door of his head with the back of his left hand, and opened his eyes with great difficulty, "It's more than six o'clock?" ”

"Nonsense, the alarm clock has gone off, can't you hear it?" Zhang's mother got out of bed with her clothes on her lips as she spoke, and lifted the bed curtain on the opposite side: "Ah Yan, don't you get up yet?" ”

Zhang Xuan's eldest sister Zhang Feiyan squinted at Zhang's mother, immediately covered her head with a quilt, and said angrily: "Mom, what are you doing?" How many times have you spoken, you talked, what did you do when you opened the curtain on my bed? ”

"Wake up. Hurry up. Zhang's mother ignored her daughter's protests, walked to the door of the only room in the house, and patted the thin door panel twice, "Ah Xiong, get up, you don't have a stall today?" Let Sha Li hurry up too, and I'll be late to send Lele to school. ”

"Oh." Zhang Xuan's eldest brother Zhang Xiong answered in the house.

After Zhang's mother finished this set of work, she immediately went to the toilet and freshened up.

All of a sudden, all kinds of voices rushed to the hut, and the noise made Zhang Xuan in the nest extremely upset.

Zhang Xuan has just been reborn into this world for more than three months, and he was originally an ordinary young man from forty years later, and he came to Hong Kong in this era for some reason.

This era is too far away for Zhang Xuan, and he has not yet been born at this point in time in 1985.

Except for Zhang Aiguo, who came to Hong Kong in 1879, everyone else came to Hong Kong from the mainland two years ago.

His father, Zhang Aiguo, was in his 40s and caught the last train of the last large-scale arrival of mainlanders to Hong Kong. After coming to Hong Kong, he made a living by setting up a small stall, selling insurance sets, newspapers, drinks, and cigarettes.

Mother Huang Ying took her eldest daughter Zhang Feiyan to help rich families clean up and make money.

The eldest son Zhang Xiong and daughter-in-law Sha Li fried fried fritters, made steamed buns, rice rolls, dumplings, and sold breakfast to make money, in addition to helping her husband sell breakfast, Sha Li also had to pick up her six-year-old son Lele to kindergarten, in addition, when Huang Ying and Zhang Feiyan were busy, Sha Li and Zhang Xiong would go to help, and when the two of them were busy with business, Huang Ying and Zhang Feiyan would also go to help.

Zhang Xiong, Sha Li and Zhang Feiyan's academic qualifications are not low, Zhang Xiong and Sha Li are classmates of the normal secondary school, while Zhang Feiyan graduated from a junior college and studied law.

Because of the reason for the first arrival, it is difficult to find a job, and the dream of the three of them that Hong Kong is full of gold has been shattered by reality, so they can only start with the most basic work, and two years have passed, and they can still only do these superficial jobs, and the mood can be imagined.

In short, the life of this family is fast-paced, like all poor ordinary families in Hong Kong, it is very hard, very difficult, but there is no money in sight.

It's a paradise for shopping, it's a paradise for pretending, but it's not a paradise for the poor.

The only person in the family who has nothing to do is Zhang Xuan.

After Zhang Xuan came from swimming, he couldn't find a school to continue his studies or find a job, and this situation lasted for more than three months until Zhang Xuan was reborn, and it still hasn't changed.

As a time-traveling giant, you can't afford to find a school to continue your education or get a job for more than three months?

So weak?

It's really weak, but it can't all be blamed on Zhang Xuan.

For rebirth, Zhang Xuan did not resist, but helplessly, the object of his rebirth really made him too speechless, ugly, not to mention, the main thing, stammering!

Even if you stammer, it's like a leper dog with big bones removed, unable to maintain a normal person's standing and sitting posture, and looks like a listless soft bone all day long, which can be said to be annoying.

It's okay to be weak in appearance, and there is intelligence!

Zhang Xuan has thought of a lot of plans for rebirth and rise in the past three months, he used to love reading novels before crossing rebirth, and he has also written several novels, watched many film and television works, and listened to many songs, he is no stranger to this era, and even has strong expectations.

Zhang Xuan was not defeated by ugly and stammering, he did not lose confidence in life, he believed that as long as he could get money, it didn't matter how ugly he was.

The song can't be done for the time being, because he can't read music, he can't compose independently, and he doesn't have the conditions to hum and stutter.

It's okay to make film and television works into scripts, movies are still a bit far away, let's start with TV series!

After more than a month of hard work, racking his brains, and recalling the heartaches, he finally wrote "Detective Di Renjie", "Duty", "Huanzhu Gege" and "The Legend of the New White Lady", "Bao Qingtian" The script of the sample and outline, the outline, these TV series have not yet come out in this era, and they are all popular TV series in Asia in the next few years.

Who knows, after running two TV stations in a row, they were directly bombed out.

It seems that the time travel novels I read before, coming up and coming up with a later work, and the rhythm of walking directly on the first pot of gold are all deceitful?

Because the novels written by Xiaobai that Zhang Xuan read before he was reborn ignored one of the most critical things, connections!

No matter what era, no matter where it is, connections are the first, why are some people born to be the Son of Heaven, and some people are guarding the cold door all their lives?

You don't have any connections, and you come up to make people look at you as a newcomer?

No matter how awesome your work is, without a platform, no matter how high your martial arts are, you can only be a spectator.

The family is an ordinary person who swims here, where to find contacts?

Zhang Xuan had to comfort himself with 'Bole is often there but Maxima is not often'.

These works can be popular, there is a big premise, the authors of these works are already insiders, or at least have accumulated a certain amount of popularity, which can be regarded as half an insider!

It's not that there are no miracles in the world that have become popular, there are few, almost none.

Even if I occasionally hear that a newcomer is an instant hit, who knows what is behind it?

Silver is smashed, nobles hold it, and miracles will not fall on the heads of ordinary people casually.

Think about it, it's true, if you don't mix in a circle for a long time, how can you grasp the direction of the market?

How do you know how a work works?

Why impress management?

What makes the production unit confident in you?

Concentrate on accumulating strength and connections, and then wait for opportunities, every industry is like this.

No one threw money at Zhang Xuan.

No one is a nobleman for Zhang Xuan.

He was on his own.

It's okay, and novels.

Who knows, the beginning of a novel that he racked his brains to think of, "The Story of Qin", travels through the originator of Wen, is enough to cheat, right?

Newspapers, magazines, and publishing houses have been running all over Hong Kong.

All the same, no one appreciates!

said that the collective knelt down to worship, and the collective eyes lit up, just like Jin Yong, one word and one dollar, crying and shouting to hold him to the altar?

It's all pediatrics.

Good guy, there is a small magazine whose quality is too poor, and he thinks Zhang Xuan is slow to speak, so he directly threw the manuscript of "Xun Qin" out of the window, and gave Zhang Xuan two words: 'Get out'.

The scenes of more than three months, superimposed into tens of thousands of injuries, are beating Zhang Xuan's willpower every day, and no one can understand the pain in it.

was actually reborn as a teenager with congenital weak conditions and became scum, and his family conditions were extremely difficult, so it seemed that he could only be a waste material quietly, right?

No!

Never!

As long as you are willing to climb, there is nothing difficult in the world!

After all, Zhang Xuan was originally almost thirty years old, his mind was still strong, and he was born heartless, so he could find self-comfort in such a situation.

After all, he has become familiar with his family, familiar with and accepted the current state of life, and has basically mastered the vernacular, anyway, he feels that he is already a part of Hong Kong in this era.

The first pot of gold is not easy, just look for a job first, there are always not many requirements for extras, right?

TVB's film and television city is very close to his home, he has been there more than a dozen times, but he can't get in, even if he wants to be an extra, he must have a way!

If you can't find a job outside, you can always help your family, right!?

Like every day for more than three months, Zhang Xuan was self-suggesting, self-encouraging, and repeatedly saying to himself that he was the best and most talented in the world, and after tossing in his heart for a minute like this, he sat up all of a sudden.

Zhang Xuan looked at his sister Zhang Feiyan, who was brushing her teeth and looking in the mirror, and said, "Sister...... Sister...... Sister, I'm ...... I...... I'll go with you to the helper, I'll ...... I...... It's okay to take out the trash, right? ”

"Don't, the last time you went to help, the host said that he hated it when he saw you, and he told his mother that he wouldn't let you go in the future. Have you forgotten? Zhang Feiyan felt that what she said was a bit straightforward, for fear of hurting Zhang Xuan's self-esteem, and added: "You are at home, lunch is ready, dinner is ready, and you can do some hygiene." ”

Ahem.

Zhang Xuan almost didn't choke to death, he only felt that all the helplessness in the world turned into a heat wave and began to hit the top of his head!

I'll help you take out the trash, and you're all disgusted?

If he hadn't traveled to the here and now, Zhang Xuan wouldn't have believed that one day he would be so mixed up that even taking out the garbage would be a luxury.

Oh, my God.

Zhang Xuan's sister-in-law took Zhang Xuan's nephew Zhang Lele out, and while helping Zhang Lele get dressed, she first glanced at Zhang Xuan contemptuously as usual, and then angrily yelled at Zhang Xiong, who was still lying on the bed, in the house: "You went to bed at ten o'clock last night, and you haven't gotten up yet?" Don't get out of the stall? Is the whole family playing at home, eating and waiting to die? ”

"Dad. Father. Zhang Lele clapped his hands and smiled: "Hurry up, hurry up." Fried fritters, selling steamed buns, steaming rice rolls, making dumplings. ”

"Do you hear that?" Sha Li said sharply: "Your son is more sensible than you, if you don't hurry up to make money, Lele will go to primary school in the second half of the year, and you won't even be able to get the school choice fee, do you want Lele to be like Ah Xuan, and sit at home and play for the rest of his life?" ”

Zhang Xiong shook his head and sat up suddenly, "Got it!" If you say I'll just say me, don't I get up? What do you say Ah Xuan does? ”

"Big ...... Big...... Big...... Big brother, I'm ...... I...... I...... Shall I go with you to the stall? I...... I...... I...... Can help. Zhang Xuan asked tentatively.

Zhang Xiong hurriedly waved his hand on the bed, "Ah Xuan, you are at home, you go, wait for the guests to scare away, business is not good now, and the competition is very big." ”

"Big ...... Big...... Big...... Sister-in-law, that ...... That...... That...... Then I'll help you send Lele to school, right? Zhang Xuan was not discouraged, so he didn't believe it, labor and management are so scary?

In fact, Zhang Xuan is not so ugly that he is scary, he is just a little uglier than ordinary people, mainly because of skin problems, his face is full of potholes, and it is not to the point of being like a flower, but the overall feeling makes people feel disgusting and annoying.

"No, I don't want my uncle to send me to school." Zhang Lele heard Zhang Xuan say this, and hurriedly shook his head.

Zhang Xuan sweated, "for...... For...... For...... Why? Difficult...... Difficult...... Difficult...... Did I scare your little pot friend in kindergarten? ”

"Last time you sent me to school, after you left, the teacher in the kindergarten asked me, who are you, I said you are my uncle, and the teacher said that it would be best to let my mother send me to school in the future." Zhang Lele raised his head, with a small mouth, clear speech, and an innocent face, but with a look of disgust, he looked at Zhang Xuandao.

"This ...... This...... This...... What kind of teacher is this? She...... She...... She...... What does she mean? Zhang Xuan said angrily.

Mother Zhang came out with a pot of steamed buns and a stack of pickles, "Ah Xuan, don't think about it, you're at home, hurry up and open the table." ”

Zhang Xuan snorted, and quickly put down a table in the corner, their house is a very small table, it is folded, in order not to take up space, when not in use, fold against the wall, only when eating and watching TV, take it out and use it, otherwise, it will hinder walking.

Zhang's mother quickly laid out the meal, "Hurry up and eat, it's not early." ”

Zhang Aiguo stood beside Zhang Xuan, looked at Zhang Xuan, sighed, and patted Zhang Xuan's back, "There is no standing posture, there is no sitting statue, Ah Xuan, why are your bones crooked?" It's like a seventy-eighty person at such a young age, can't you straighten your waist? What do I usually tell you, even when you go out to ask for food, you have to straighten your back! ”

Zhang Xuan sighed helplessly, straightened his waist, and couldn't even maintain it for a second, but he returned to a posture that made people look uncomfortable.

Zhang Xiong, Sha Li, Lele, Zhang Feiyan, Zhang's mother, Zhang's father, collectively sighed, no one said anything to Zhang Xuan, and everyone began to eat with their heads bored.

Zhang Xuan sweated, although he couldn't see his appearance, but why he was so annoying, he couldn't figure it out!

Zhang Xuan once heard a sentence, even if the world abandons you, at least in the eyes of your mother, you are the hero.

It seems that this is not very accurate, Zhang Xuan didn't feel that his mother regarded him as the male protagonist anyway.

A person has reached the point where he even dislikes his own mother, is this still a human life?

Zhang Xuan held the bowl, drank boiled water, and ate steamed buns with pickles, silently thinking about his thoughts: What kind of evil did labor and management create, and they had to go to Hong Kong in 1985 to be punished like this?

Fate, how long will you force me?

That's at this time!

Ding-dong.

It sounded in Zhang Xuan's mind.

A mechanical voice said in Zhang Xuan's mind: Congratulations to the host, the cultivation system of the overlord of the entertainment industry has been opened!