1982 Started from Hong Kong

Chapter 9 Zhao Meizhen's Concerns
Ma Fuming screamed, his nose bled, and he fell backwards, covering his face.

Zhai Yuan pinched Ma Fuming's neck and lifted him up.

"Fuck you!"

With a curse, he punched Ma Fuming in the face again.

Ma Fuming took a few steps back and sat down on a pile of garbage in the corner.

His entire face was stained red with blood, his nose was collapsed and crooked, and he no longer looked like the pretty boy he used to be.

"Pick...Pick your mother. Do you know who my boss is?"

Ma Fuming inhaled in pain, sat in the garbage dump and glared at Zhai Yuan, trying to get back some face.

"How dare you mention your big boss B? F**K!"

Zhai Yuan cursed, lowered his head and looked around, then bent down to pick up a beer bottle on the ground, and swung it at Ma Fuming!
With a loud bang, the bottle lost its aim and hit the wall behind Ma Fuming, breaking into pieces.

Glass fragments flew everywhere, and Ma Fuming was so scared that he held his head in his hands.

He struggled to get up from the garbage.

Zhai Yuan took a few quick steps and stepped on his chest.

"Did I fucking let you move?"

The kick wasn't very powerful, but it pushed most of Ma Fuming's body into the garbage heap, and scared a few mice so much that they ran away in all directions.

In addition to rats, there are also cockroaches, fleas and flies in the garbage dump.

Ma Fuming only felt numb all over, and insects were rustling into his collar and cuffs, scaring him so much that his voice became distorted.

"Boss! Boss! I know I was wrong! I won't dare to harass A Yao again!"

"When will it be your turn to call her A-Yao!"

"Sister Yao, it's Sister Yao!"

"Who the hell are you calling a whore?"

Zhai Yuan switched between Mandarin and Cantonese smoothly, and slapped Ma Fuming twice while speaking.

"Listen carefully, I was the one who sent your magic lamp to the police station. Don't let me see you again, or I will beat you to death!"

Retracting his right leg that was stepping on Ma Fuming's chest, Zhai Yuan took two steps back, pointed at the entrance of the alley, and shouted angrily: "Get out of here immediately!"

Ma Fuming was still immersed in the surprise that he had locked the magic lamp in the police station. He only reacted after hearing the angry shout.

"understand!"

He hurriedly climbed up from the garbage heap, not even bothering to wipe off the dirt on his body, and staggered out of the housing estate.

Staring at Ma Fuming's back disappearing into the night, Zhai Yuan turned his head and spat, "You damn bastard, you picked that mother!"

Just then, Zhai Yao's messy footsteps sounded from the corridor.

"Brother Ming, let's go...let's go."

When Zhai Yao, who arrived late, walked out of the corridor, she saw only Zhai Yuan standing downstairs. She looked around in surprise.

"Don't look at it. Your friend has something to do, so you'll leave first." Zhai Yuan smiled at his sister.

Zhai Yao frowned and walked to his side. She smelled blood and looked down to see that Zhai Yuan's hand was still bleeding.

"Are you hurt? Did Ma Fuming hit you?"

“No!” Zhai Yuan shook his hands: “This blood is not mine, it’s Ma Fuming’s nose that accidentally hit my fist.”

It took Zhai Yao a few seconds to digest these words. She found it hard to believe that her useless brother dared to fight with Ma Fuming.

After all, even a bad student like Fei Zaijun can be bullied.

"Aren't you afraid that the magic lamp will cause you trouble?" Zhai Yao was full of doubts.

"Magic lamp?" Zhai Yuan sneered disdainfully: "If you dare to bully my sister, pull out the wick!"

After saying that, he suddenly remembered something and added, "I was so busy greeting Ma Fuming that I almost forgot to bring you a gift."

Zhai Yuan walked to the entrance of the alley and shouted outside: "Hey! It's okay, move the things in!"

As Zhai Yao looked in astonishment, two young men in workers' uniforms appeared in front of her carrying a wooden box.

"Boss, which floor are we moving to?"

"Sixteenth floor."

Zhai Yuan gave an order, and two workers carrying wooden boxes walked into the corridor with grunts.

Zhai Yao asked curiously, "What did you buy?" Nowadays, most of the things that can be packed in wooden boxes are precious items.

Zhai Yuan smiled and said, "The TV is called something like Shengbao brand. If you want to watch TV in the future, you can just stay at home. You don't have to go to your friend's house."

Zhai Yao was stunned and grabbed Zhai Yuan who was about to go upstairs.

"Not only did you ask me to be your drinking companion, you also went out to sell yourself..."

Those two words never came out.

"What do you think about every day?" Zhai Yuan tapped her head. "I went to the police station this afternoon to report the case and reported Fei Zaijun and his gang. The police gave me a bonus for my bravery."

Zhai Yuan did not hide too much, but explained it in the simplest terms possible.

Zhai Yao nodded woodenly, still finding it hard to believe.

"Let's go! You'll know what happened when you watch the news tomorrow."

Zhai Yuan grabbed his sister's wrist and dragged her upstairs.

When they reached the 16th floor, two workers were catching their breath in the corridor. Zhai Yuan directed them to move the TV to the door of their house.

The door was too narrow, so we unpacked the items in the corridor.

Layers of wood strips were removed to reveal the white foam layer inside.

The commotion caused quite a stir, and several households on the same floor came out to watch the fun.

"Yuanzi, what are you doing so late at night?"

"Excuse me, Uncle Xia. I bought a new TV and am going to install it. Come to my room tomorrow to watch The Hero Huo Yuanjia!"

Just a few words attracted more people to watch.

The Sampo TV he bought cost HK$1,600, which was one or two months' salary for the poor people in the housing estate.

If it is placed in the city, it is an ordinary household appliance, but if it is placed in Sau Mau Ping, it is a rare item.

"TV? There aren't many in the whole public housing estate, are there?"

"When did Meizhen's kid become so powerful? I remember he was only seventeen years old."

"Ayuan, can I come to your house to watch TV?"

The neighbors blocked the corridor, and they poked their heads out to look at the wooden boxes on the ground, their eyes full of envy and curiosity.

"Of course no problem, come and have a look." Zhai Yuan accepted everyone who came and agreed to everything.

He had offended the group of people like Shen Deng and Fei Zai Jun. At this time, maintaining good relations with neighbors was to prevent the other party from coming to his house.

At critical moments, the police are unreliable, and we have to rely on the neighborhood butchers, miners, and prostitutes to intimidate the group of gangsters.

Zhao Meizhen was the last one to come out.

If the noise outside her house hadn't been so loud, she wouldn't have wanted to join in the fun.

"Ayao, explain to mom."

Seeing Zhao Meizhen's surprised expression, Zhai Yuan pushed his sister to the front.

Zhai Yao held Zhao Meizhen's arm, her eyes still fixed on the dismantled TV on the ground, and repeated what Zhai Yuan had said to her before.

"Boss, do you want to keep the cardboard box as a souvenir?" The worker asked Zhai Yuan after unpacking the package.

TV boxes are recyclable, costing about HK$10 each.

Zhai Yuan waved his hand and said with great wealth: "No, just help me throw it away."

The worker, who had picked up ten dollars for nothing, smiled. All the resentment he had just felt while climbing the stairs was gone. He moved the TV into the house and began to adjust the channel lines.

Soon, the TV screen lit up, and a martial arts drama produced by TVB was playing - The Legend of Xu Zhu: Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils.

Neighbors gathered at the door of Zhai Yuan's house, tiptoeing to look inside.

The 24-inch screen was too small for Zhai Yuan, but for the poor people in the housing estate, it was comparable to a - or -inch TV wall in later generations.

"Meizhen, you are so lucky. Ayuan bought you a TV at such a young age. You will definitely have a car and a house in the future!"

In the corridor, the gossip girls crowded at the door, surrounding Zhao Meizhen and talking in a buzzing voice.

Zhao Meizhen forced a smile and stared at the lit TV screen, but her heart was filled with worry.

A Yuan agreed to watch TV at home with so many people, so doesn’t that mean he has to turn on the TV until very late every day?

This big guy obviously consumes a lot of electricity. Oh, I wonder how much more I will have to pay for electricity next month.

(End of this chapter)