At this time, due to the Cold War, Hong Kong is still adopting the policy of resistance, as long as An Yifei successfully arrives in the center of Hong Kong, then he can successfully obtain an ID card here and live here. www.biquge.info As for the conditions such as having a skill and being able to participate in labor, it is not a problem for him. You must know that An Yifei was actually a very good tour guide when he was young in his time, but unfortunately because he gradually got older, he became decadent after being hit in his career and family continuously. Not only Cantonese, An Yifei can also speak fluent English and Japanese, and is versatile.

An Yifei entered from the northeast corner of Hong Kong near Fanling, which is not much different from the countryside in many parts of the mainland, and Hong Kong is also in a transitional period at this time, and the great development is actually a matter of the 80s, and it is still very backward today.

"Hey, pretty boy, will you take a ride?" , This is a vehicle transporting slaughtered chickens and ducks to the city, and the driver's shout moved An Yifei for a while.

"Thank you, big brother", after putting the big bag on his back into the cockpit, An Yifei sat in the driver's passenger seat.

The driver is a man in his thirties, with a standard Cantonese appearance, and he looks very talkative, "Pretty boy, when did you swim over?" ”

"The day before yesterday, big brother, are there any police on this road?" , I don't want to expose that I have a lot of money, An Yifei replied according to the driver's words.

"Haha, look at you like, Hou Shengzi, I rowed here six years ago. Don't be afraid, I know all the police here, Hong Kong is a bit chaotic, but there are many opportunities, come on"

I have to say that An Yifei's luck has become better, this car is to deliver fresh life to the city of Hong Kong, and he was directly taken to Cheung Sha Wan near Kowloon before letting him go. The driver also explained to him as a little brother where to apply for an ID card, and then he said goodbye.

"When I go out to meet a nobleman, it seems that my luck has become better, and the bad luck in my previous life should be gone forever, right?"

An Yifei, who was still carrying a high mountaineering bag on his back, successfully found a bank and exchanged all the remaining more than 2,000 old soft girl coins into Hong Kong dollars. Next, with his fluent and Hong Kong Cantonese, he successfully rented a house near Tai Po Road. In this era, Hong Kong's per capita income was not much stronger than that of the mainland, and most of the citizens who worked in factories only had more than 1,000 Hong Kong dollars a month, but their consumption was many times that of the mainland. The cost of renting a house is about 25% of his salary, so he successfully rented an apartment with a small bathroom, although there is only one room, but it can be regarded as a place to stay, and he does not have to wander anymore.

The application for the ID card also went more smoothly than he imagined, answered a few questions, and became fluent in Cantonese and English, and since then, An Yifei has become a Hong Kong native.

"Alas, I really don't want blood, do you still want to plagiarize the novel first?" After simply cooking a meal in the apartment and eating, An Yifei sat there in a daze, thinking about his future plans, he couldn't miss so many opportunities like in his previous life, and finally was pressed by others at the bottom of the society.

"It's 1975, so let's set a three-year goal for ourselves. This year, Jiayi TV started broadcasting, but three years later, it declared bankruptcy. It's not appropriate to make movies in the 70s, the demographic dividend of Hong Kong exploded in the 80s, and that era was the golden age of films.

Standing up and looking at himself in the mirror, An Yifei had a strange feeling, since he began to subconsciously follow the "Daozang True Sutra" to practice the kind of internal family exercises above, he began to change. In his previous life, he was a handsome guy when he was young, but unfortunately he was only 169 cm tall. But just staying in Shenzhen and coming to Hong Kong these days, he felt that he was growing taller rapidly, and he actually grew to 175 cm in more than half a year. Now, even if he returns to his original time and space, acquaintances will no longer know him.

The increase in height is only one aspect, the other aspect is that An Yifei feels that her body flexibility and physique are also increasing. Because his mother, who died in childbirth, was of a quarter of white blood, and during the war years, his maternal great-grandmother was a White Russian. Therefore, this kind of inheritance makes An Yifei's facial contour with a little white line, sharp and angular, like a knife and axe, not very conspicuous when he is short, and now after getting rid of the "third-class cripple", he looks unusually handsome.

Although he has returned to the age of more than ten years, the psychological ordeal for many years has made him seem very calm, and he is not in a hurry about his future plans, "In today's Hong Kong film industry, Bruce Lee has just been dead for more than a year, and it is a period of lack of success. And there is a corrupt family and master-apprentice system, if you want to do something, you must start from the apprentice step by step, and there is no such thing as a majestic thing on the Internet. Writing a screenplay? Oh, it is estimated that in such an environment, there will be no scum left, let alone money."

The rented small apartment had no balcony, An Yifei stood by the window and looked at Hong Kong, which is still relatively dilapidated, and continued to plan in his heart: "Write a book, write a book calmly, no matter what his fame, getting the first money is the right way." Now is the era of gradually moving to the dollar standard, and it is also the beginning of the rapid development of the global economy, which cannot be missed"

After making plans for the next few years, An Yifei began her career of "plagiarism". Don't say anything about memory, in the previous life, in order to make himself disappear in the mountains and dense forests, he was fully prepared, there are tens of thousands of novels of all kinds in the phablet of the Android system, in order to bring enough movies that can let him die in the wild in the way of otaku, he also bought a mobile phone external hard disk on a certain treasure, although there are only 2 t, but it is full of movies. Now, these will be the capital of his future fortune.

Of course, there was electricity in the apartment, and when the phone was charged, An Yifei began to "write" his first novel. Unlike the protagonists of other time-traveling novels he has read, he doesn't like Huang Yi's "The Legend of Double Dragons of the Tang Dynasty", and he especially hates Shi Feixuan. According to him, "You are a monk, just pretend to be forced, what do you do with so many idle things?" And it's like what is said in a novel: Do everything you can to destroy humanity with the banner of heaven", the feeling of vomiting that really regards himself as a god makes An Yifei complain every time he sees the back, and the author writes inexplicably about the reason for Kou Zhong's final retirement, Master Huang wrote the protagonists of the second half of the book as a waste with zero IQ and EQ in order not to revise history. This is something An Yifei doesn't like very much, and the logic that is almost out of touch with the first half of the novel is hard to swallow.

Therefore, An Yifei's first "created" novel was "Raining and Cloud", which is also the only Huang Yi novel he likes, why not "Xun Qin"? "Please, why can't you have children after traveling through time and space? Failed life, it's better to write directly about Xiang Shaolong's loss of a body part after time and space travel, inexplicable."

This is a novel of more than 1.9 million words, after An Yifei copied 100,000 words, he sent a manuscript to the "Oriental Daily", he knew that the remuneration given by the old man Cha's "Ming Pao" was very low, maybe for a little fame can be considered, but now he is thinking about money, the more the better.

Renting a house and daily expenses, An Yifei's wallet has bottomed out, so he continues to pay attention to the news of his manuscript, and the wait is half a month.

"Ah Wu, what's the matter?" , Guo Xingrong, the editor of "Oriental Daily", looked at the little fat man opposite, he didn't know what medicine he had taken, and his face was excited.

"Brother Rong, someone sent me a novel of excellent quality, I read it, it is no worse than what Jin Yong wrote, and now there are no good writers on Hong Kong Island, this is our opportunity", Huang Yangwu excitedly handed the manuscript sent by An Yifei to the editor-in-chief's desk.

Guo Xingrong knew that his little brother would not be so excited about ordinary things, so he couldn't help but be curious, picked up the manuscript and began to read it, and when he saw it, he was immersed in it. Huang Yangwu didn't bother him, because he was the same when he occasionally saw this book from a pile of submissions.

"This author is very talented, Ah Wu, I'll leave it to you, let's see the reaction for a few days. Well...... the manuscript fee will be calculated according to 1000 words first", seeing that Huang Yangwu was about to leave, Guo Xingrong stopped him, "Alas, wait a minute." When you go to talk to him, don't talk to death, if the reader buys it, you have to catch him, if not, you will be paid the highest remuneration, in short, hold him firmly in your hands"

Waiting for Huang Yangwu to leave, Guo Xingrong thought about it and went to find his boss Ma Xiru.

"Ah Rong, you did a good job in this matter. What we lack now is not money, but lack of heritage, other newspapers have decorated writers, professional writers, and we are still negotiating with Ni Kuang and Yishu brothers and sisters, so if it is a talent, then firmly grasp it, willing to spend some money, but also to create our own culture. It's always said to be a lace tabloid, you and I are uncomfortable."

The Ma Xiru brothers, who founded this newspaper, are also considered to be people of the rivers and lakes, so they don't care much about money. This is also the reason why An Yifei, as a later generation, was the first to think of them, to take what they need.

An Yifei knew that if he chose "Ming Pao", he would be paid 50 words at most, and at most he would be paid 500 words per 1,000 words, and at most it would not exceed Ni Kuang's 300 words per 1,000 words. Unlike Oriental Daily, as a newspaper that has only been published for a few years, they urgently need a writer with weight to decorate the façade, and they are not as stingy with money as other newspapers and periodicals, on the contrary, they should be very generous.

Sure enough, as he expected, Huang Yangwu, who came to visit, brought a very flexible contract, which indicated the terms of increasing the remuneration according to sales, which made him very satisfied. And the check for 10,000 Hong Kong dollars brought by this fat man also solved his troubles of empty purse.

"Mr. Huang, if you can afford it, call me Ah Fei, and I will rely on you to take care of it in the future", it seems that An Yifei, who is about eighteen years old, is actually a soul close to fifty years old, and of course he is very slippery, which makes Huang Yangwu's face bloom with a chrysanthemum.

"Okay, Ah Fei, it's very fast, this is another 100,000-word manuscript. You don't want to do anything Mr. Huang, call me Brother Wu in the future, don't worry, Brother Wu will help you in the future, 1000 words and 100 yuan are relatively small, if the sales go up, it is possible to have 1,000 words and 1,000 yuan"

"Okay, Brother Wu, I will rely on you to take care of it in the future"

Huang Yangwu left happily and returned from the door. An Yifei patted the check in his hand and smiled slightly, "This is just the first step"