Vicious dogs in Hong Kong, entrepreneurs practicing evil cultivation

Friday, July 14, 1972.

Suitable for: burial, offering sacrifices, encoffining, and moving the coffin.

Avoid: getting married, opening a business, building a house, or consecrating a sacred object.

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Chen Guanjiang casually tossed young boys and girls into the fire, gazing at the two photographs embedded in the tomb wall.

Kowloon Funeral Home, also known as "Kowloon Hotel".

Asia-Pacific Film Festival Best Actress Linda Lin Dai and classic beauty Betty Loh Ti both used Roche white pills to permanently freeze time in their youthful years.

Both of these stunning beauties perished because of unrequited love, and the flowers of yesteryear have now been replaced by wreaths.

Famous film stars left eulogies on the tomb walls to express their grief, but even the strongest longing is ultimately written for the living and has no meaning for the dead.

The character for "love" has nine strokes, two more than the character for "death warrant."

The love thread, nine feet long, is only three inches shorter than the noose that hangs one's neck.

Chen Guanjiang stared intently at Mr. Zou Wenhuai's handwriting, and a plan to make money gradually emerged in his mind. Right now, he still needed a camera!

"You silly dog, you're even distracted while burning paper money..."

Chen Genshuo, dressed in a Taoist robe and brandishing a peach wood sword, noticed his son's absent-mindedness and approached him with the steps of the Eight Trigrams, whispering a reprimand: "Your martial arts test is tonight. If you can't break a tile, I'll beat you."

"Amitabha! I can't do it..." Chen Guanjiang's mournful face was quite fitting for the occasion, and he couldn't help but sigh inwardly: Who the hell would beat tiles if they were a decent person?

The "Nanmu Master" of the Zhengyi sect, also known as the "Fire-dwelling Taoist," is a lay Taoist who "cultivates at home amidst the smoke and fire of the mortal world." However, "Nanchui Dazha Xie" (a type of Taoist chanting) is a basic skill for them.

Writing talismans and drawing banners is easy enough;

Making a paper-mache boy is not difficult.

The difficulty lies in the "striking skill," which requires using a peach wood sword to shatter nine "yin-yang tiles" in a row to achieve mastery of the divine skill. The difficulty is comparable to Dongfang Bubai chopping wood with an embroidery needle.

Wealth comes from knowledge and skills, not from physical labor;

The advantage lies in the position of power, not in the effort of farming.

It's true that wealth is created, but the fastest way to increase wealth is through transfer. Chen Guanjiang doesn't want to be a nobody; he just wants to be a wealth mover.

"You can't even study properly, and you're not good at your job. How will you ever amount to anything? And you still dare to pursue Zhenmei?" Chan Gen-shuo continued to ramble on.

Chen Guanjiang just smiled bitterly and didn't answer, continuing to add paper money to the fire, watching the ashes rise like a flock of black butterflies that couldn't find their way home.

In the eyes of domineering parents, any explanation will be interpreted as arguing back, and will earn them a beating.

If it can't be explained, then there's no need to explain.

Just like how he's too lazy to explain that he won't like Ah Zhen like the original owner did, women only affect the speed at which he draws his sword, and he only wants to make money.

You can't copy songs without knowing how to read sheet music, and you can't copy books well. In an era without Hextech, you can't even set up a street stall properly. The prerequisite for accumulating wealth quickly is to have a camera!

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I returned home as night fell.

A sign reading "Relocation Affairs" was hung at the top of the stairs, and the words "14K Land, Please Do Not Park Illegally" were painted on the stairwell.

Hong Kong in the 50s and 60s was under the joint administration of British Hong Kong and community organizations, and now it is once again facing the changing tides of the times.

Chen Guanjiang practiced tile-making in a corner filled with the smell of mildew, and as expected, his skills were completely ruined.

After being whipped with bamboo strips by his father, Chen Guanjiang couldn't wait to go to his desk, take out the newspaper, and examine it carefully, occasionally picking up his pen to jot down useful information.

The undersea tunnel is about to open to traffic.

Accountability after the June 18 Flood

The Hong Kong we know from various sources in our past lives is ultimately a macrocosm and a one-sided view. Only through a detailed and comprehensive understanding can we better adapt to and integrate into this era.

Hearing the rustling of the newspaper and the author's pen flying across the paper, Chen Guandong, who shared a desk with him, said unhappily, "You're so annoying! If you keep bothering me while I'm studying, believe me, I'll call Mommy to beat you!"

The mother, Du Huiying, yelled in the kitchen, "You pretend to be a spirit medium making paper figures during the day, and a rich young master reading the newspaper at night? If you're so capable, learn from Yan Du and get into HKU, instead of being a crazy dog ​​in Sham Shui Po."

Chen Guanjiang grinned, too lazy to argue, and hid on the iron bunk bed, turning his back to the light to continue reading.

Du Huiying was taken aback, as if she had punched a cotton ball. Usually, Si Gou would bark and argue back, but now he was silent, which was very unusual.

Little did Chen Guanjiang know that in families with many children, good grades meant higher family status.

The parents firmly believed that their second brother, Chen Yandu, was the future of the family, but he left home in despair.

Therefore, the parents transferred their hopes to their fifth brother, Chen Guandong. To prevent the tragedy from repeating itself, the parents doted on him, showing him every kind of care, favoritism, and affection.

Reading is indeed useful, but what determines the value of knowledge is the conditions outside of reading itself. Money and connections can give wings to knowledge.

Of course, one can live well without either of these prerequisites, but unless one is constantly at the forefront of the times, it is impossible to achieve sufficiently high success.

Although Chen Guanjiang's appearance remained unchanged, his soul came from the future and he deeply understood that it was impossible to keep everyone's balance.

From a human nature perspective, it is impossible for anyone to be impartial. Being obsessed with ensuring that one's parents are impartial is essentially a form of self-obsession.

not to mention…

Chen Guanjiang had no feelings for his parents in this life, and naturally had little emotion about their indifference. He had no time for emotions and only wanted to get rich.

Looking at the densely packed "scribbles" on the book, based on the Eight Trigrams and the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, and altered with Arabic numerals and Martian script, which record information about past lives.

His fingers kept stroking the newspaper;

The ink spreads its fragrance in the height of summer.

My thoughts drifted further and further away with the fluctuating curves. I had already planned how to make money, but how could I own a camera?

Is it to go to Temple Street to find a drunk and shout "My sister has a boyfriend"?

Or should we go to Wong Tai Sin Temple and pretend to be "crippled"?

The clicking sound of the metal box being opened snapped him out of his reverie. Father Chen Genshuo nimbly climbed onto the metal bunk bed and, by the moonlight, smoothed out and carefully hid the crumpled Hong Kong dollars one by one.

The HSBC door god relief on the ten-dollar banknote is like Chen Guanjiang's calm gaze on the banknote from the shadows, and like a camera lens reflecting a cold light in the twilight.

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The next day at daybreak, the parents went out.

Chen Guanjiang used his "zombie-like skill" to spring up from the bed, climb the ladder of evil, and extend his evil hand.

He wrapped the banknotes in a black cloth, put them in his pocket, went out, went downstairs, took the tram straight to the Tsim Sha Tsui shopping street, giving off the feeling of "a child carrying gold in the bustling city".

As a paparazzi and photography enthusiast in my past life, how could I not have a good camera? This secondhand Hasselblad 500EL, priced at HK$3000, is one of the best SLR cameras of our time.

The moment Armstrong stepped onto the moon and uttered the famous words, "That's one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind," was captured by a Hasselblad 500EL... if that were true.