1982 Started from Hong Kong

Chapter 3 Young and Dangerous

Pushing open the familiar yet unfamiliar green-painted iron door, Zhai Yuan felt inexplicably nervous.

In the dim and cramped room, Zhao Meizhen, the mother in this life, was wearing reading glasses and concentrating on stringing plastic flowers.

She has no formal job. Like most women in the housing estate, she relies on taking outsourced orders from factories to support her family, earning 20 to 30 yuan a day.

Sometimes it is threading glue flowers, sometimes it is parts injection molding, sometimes it is toy processing or assembling universal plugs, etc.

In short, as long as the order does not require large machines and high technology, Zhao Meizhen will accept any order, and has been doing so for more than ten years.

It can be said that Zhao Meizhen also helped Li Jiacheng to become rich and powerful today.

The reason why she works so hard is that she has to support the family by herself, including Zhai Yuan and his sister Zhai Yao.

"Are you back?" Hearing the sound of the door, Zhao Meizhen looked up and squinted at Zhai Yuan.

She is thirty-seven years old this year, but she already looks old, with a dark and haggard face, but her facial features still reveal the beauty of her youth.

"Yeah, you're back." Zhai Yuan was a little embarrassed. He couldn't even say the word "Mom" when they first met.

What's more, he was an orphan who grew up in an orphanage in his previous life.

Zhao Meizhen didn't notice anything unusual. She hammered her waist with the back of her hand and took off her reading glasses: "Pray to your father first. I'll go out and cook."

The public housing estate is too small, and if there is one more person there may not be enough space to stay, let alone set up a kitchen, so the pots and pans are placed outside in the corridor.

After passing by Zhao Meizhen, Zhai Yuan closed the door and breathed a sigh of relief.

The scene of the past ten seconds had made him extremely uncomfortable.

As he glanced over, he could see the entire narrow room.

The plastic board divides the whole house into three areas. The place where he is standing now can barely be called a living room, with a dining table and three chairs. The other two areas are Zhai Yuan's bedroom and Zhao Meizhen and her sister Zhai Yao's bedroom.

A simple wooden board was embedded on the wall of the living room, on which was placed a tablet with the words "the spirit tablet of our clan's Duke Xiaokang" engraved on it.

There was also a photo pasted above the tablet, showing a young man who looked somewhat similar to Zhai Yuan.

Zhai Xiaokang, Zhai Yuan's father.

But there is no memory of him. He died unexpectedly when Zhai Yuan was three years old.

"Tsk tsk! After two lifetimes, I still can't put together a complete household registration book."

Zhai Yuan laughed at himself, lit three incense sticks and inserted them into the incense burner in front of the tablet.

Pulling out a chair and sitting at the table, Zhai Yuan smoothed his bangs back a few times and thought about his next plan.

In his previous life, he was a loser for a long time, but fortunately he became rich for a while and still had some vision.

The most developed industries in Hong Kong today are nothing more than real estate, finance and entertainment.

Ordinary people are not qualified to get involved in the first two industries, but the last industry, the entertainment industry, is in line with his expertise, so he can try this direction first.

But there is still a very realistic problem at the moment.

He has no capital.

"Two hundred and seventy-four yuan." Zhai Yuan took out the small change he had snatched from the school thugs and counted it.

What can you do with more than 200 yuan?
I can only eat half of an apple and drink one-third of a cup of coffee...this is not right.

Zhai Yuan scratched his hair, regretting that he was not a football fan.

“Bitcoin won’t be available for decades, and I don’t have the capital to invest in stocks. If I had known I would be in this situation, I would have memorized all the World Cup results!”

The only thing he knows about football is Nick Cheung's words "I bet 30 million on Germany to win", and he can't even remember the exact year it happened.

Oh open!

This was the first time that Zhai Yuan missed the Putian search engine so much.

If he could find out news about future generations, he would be willing to drive a luxury car and live in a villa in the future!
At this moment, the voices of Zhao Meizhen and a girl talking were heard outside the door.

Then the door opened and my sister Zhai Yao walked in listlessly.

"I'm so tired. Even if I become someone's mistress in the future, I'll move into an apartment with an elevator."

As soon as Zhai Yao opened the door, the smell of cooking fumes from the balcony rushed into the room. She quickly closed the door and then looked at Zhai Yuan.

"Brother, are you leaving school so early today?"

Zhai Yuan just gave her a casual greeting, and before he could figure out how to respond, Zhai Yao had already gone back to her bedroom.

Oh~ Zhai Yuan seemed to be thinking about something, so this is family love.

Before he could taste it, Zhai Yao quickly walked out of the bedroom again.

She was wearing a loose grey-yellow work suit when she came in, and now she has changed into a white T-shirt and shorts. But she still didn't greet Zhai Yuan.

Zhai Yao pulled over a chair and sat down, picked up the plastic flowers piled on the ground, and began to intersperse them with skillful movements.

Zhai Yuan suddenly felt his face getting hot.

His sister is two years younger than him and just turned fifteen this year, but she has a capable temperament that does not belong to her age.

The idea of favoring boys over girls is still quite serious these days.

Although they are a pair of siblings, Zhai Yuan can do nothing and just go to school every day to waste time.

But Zhai Yao only finished sixth grade of primary school and stayed at home to help Zhao Meizhen.

Last year, Zhai Yao officially went out to work, washing dishes in the kitchen of a restaurant in Kwun Tong, earning 800 yuan a month.

And Zhai Yuan is still in a meaningless school, reading meaningless books. In addition to daily expenses, he has to pay Fei Zaijun 50 yuan in protection fees every month.

What a non-human race!

Maybe his previous incarnation thought all this was natural, but Zhai Yuan now felt very ashamed.

It's bad enough that he's relying on his parents, but he's also relying on his children.

The key point is that my family is not rich, so there is no point in going to that B school!

"I've thought about what you said last time." Zhai Yao, with rubber flowers on her hands, spoke suddenly.

"Ah?" Zhai Yuan sat upright, like a student being lectured by a teacher, and asked cautiously, "What is it?"

Zhai Yao glanced at him, with no expression on her face:

"You were beaten up by Fei Zaijun and his gang at school, so they asked me to work as a hostess at his boss Shen Deng's bar, and to plead for you.

I've thought about it, and it's indeed easier at the magic lamp than in the restaurant. At most, those monkey guys can take advantage of me.

But if I can get an extra 2,000 yuan a month, I can hook up with a rich guy and move into an apartment with an elevator in the future."

What the hell!

Zhai Yuan's eyes suddenly widened.

Pushing my own sister into the fire pit? I said such a naive thing?

He subconsciously turned around and looked at the photo of Zhai Xiaokang above the tablet.

The dead dad in the photo was clearly smiling, but Zhai Yuan felt a fierce murderous aura!
"Did you go?" Zhai Yuan asked anxiously.

Zhai Yao paused while putting on the plastic flower, and a flash of disappointment flashed in her drooping eyes: "Give me some time, I plan to go tomorrow, don't worry."

Murder and kill!
Damn it, that's not what I meant!

"Yaoyao, come out and serve the food."

Zhai Yuan wanted to explain a few more words when Zhao Meizhen's voice was heard outside.

"Don't tell Mom about this." Zhai Yao said, then stood up and opened the door.

Soon, the table was filled with dishes.

A plate of fried bean curd with celery, a plate of steamed pork ribs with black bean sauce, and a bowl of amaranth soup with golden and silver eggs.

The home-cooked food tasted delicious, but Zhai Yuan suddenly lost his appetite.

"I'm going to go out for a while." He stood up and said.

"Why can't you go out after dinner?" Zhao Meizhen asked puzzledly.

Zhai Yuan glanced at his sister who was eating with her head down, and grinned: "I suddenly remembered that there was a guy named Fei Zaijun in school who borrowed money from me before and forgot to pay it back. I'm going to ask for it back now, so that he won't default on the debt."

Zhai Yao raised her head and looked at him in surprise, with a piece of bean curd hanging at the corner of her mouth.

Zhao Meizhen was a little dissatisfied: "Then go and come back quickly, and don't lend money out casually next time."

"Got it, mother." Zhai Yuan smiled brightly and rubbed Zhai Yao's hair again: "I will come back and bring you a gift, sister."

"What kind of gift does a little girl want? Don't spend money recklessly..."

Listening to Zhao Meizhen's nagging behind him, Zhai Yuan waved to her with his back to her.

After closing the door, the smile on Zhai Yuan's face slowly faded.

Fuck you Young and Dangerous! What Feizaijun, the magic lamp!
Even if Chen Haonan comes today, he will have to pay back the protection money I paid in six years of high school, including the principal and interest!

I said it!
(End of this chapter)