When I am reborn in Hong Kong, I just want to lie down

Li Bu, who had fired his boss, returned to the top of the tenement building. Lin Jiacheng had not come back yet. He must have gone to work. He sat on the old sofa and started to eat lunch. While eating, he planned his future life and asked him to go to the construction site. He can't do the work. Many people from the mainland work hard at construction sites. He can't bear it. Will he continue to sell reworked handmade bags?This can be done. I go to the street to set up a stall at night, and there are still some things that need to be processed, otherwise the goods will be out of stock tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. He wants to make some copycat products, but he can only think about it, how can he process it without a factory?Moreover, this kind of gray industry must be related to the vitality community. He doesn't want to. He just wants to make some money and then buy a building. That is his goal in life. It is too difficult.

Must stand up.

How do our reborn peers do it?Being a civil servant is the most cost-effective. Other stocks, real estate and gold speculation have no capital, and if you have so much capital, it is also a very dangerous thing. There is a saying: It is a crime to hold a treasure in your hands; a child holds gold in the busy city.

He has no foundation in Hong Kong. Historically, few people who came to Hong Kong from the mainland in the later period have made achievements in the capital market. What is the reason for this?In fact, it is very simple. In this small place, the local families are very close together. After decades of marriage, the relationships among them are complicated.

Now he can either work in a small way and become a small rich man, which is no problem. If he wants to become bigger and stronger, he has to wait a few years, when the mainland opens up, and go north to invest. Then he can do it; but, I just want to lie down Ping, it’s so hard to choose.

For now, it is better to be a literary copywriter. Your ideal will eventually be defeated by reality. There are many advantages to being a copywriter. One is a good reputation. The status of writers in Hong Kong is still very high. For example, the four great talents in Hong Kong, and those society members will not come to trouble you. Those big families won’t target you. How much money can a writer make?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the seniors who were traveling with him had great reputations, and they had pointed out the path to the sun for him.

I took out the rough-made bag I bought earlier and started to take out the tools to process it. I was thinking about which novel I wanted to write. When I was working, my energy was the most concentrated.

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While he was working hard for his future life, Boss Chen of Chenji Electrical Appliances Store was quarreling with Mrs. Chen.

"You idiot, how did you pay your salary? You're a useless piece of trash." Mrs. Chen said something that made people blush as she had full experience.

Boss Chen was naturally unconvinced when his wife scolded him: "I know Jin Mao Yong here. If that guy comes to the street to demand payment, we don't have to pay more."

After hearing this, Mrs. Chen knew she was wrong, but she was not convinced: "Then you go find another one. How can you move so much goods?"

After hearing this, Boss Chen knew that the two of them couldn't move it.

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Li Bu thought that he was a newcomer and was not famous yet, so he could only write some short and medium stories to build his reputation first, and then submit some novels. For example, he now thought of a novel he had seen before, Huang Dada's "Shattered Void", He could only remember a rough outline of the story, he couldn't remember it all, but he could adapt it.

At six o'clock in the evening, Li Bu started to sell ten women's bags and went out. He came back at eight o'clock in the evening. Today's business was not so good. He only sold six bags and earned 270 yuan. On the way back, he bought a few notebooks. With a pen, he was the first to use a pen since he came to this time and space, but Xiangjiang used traditional Chinese characters. If he didn't know it, he could only find it in the newspaper.

When I opened the door, I saw a figure lying on the sofa. I knew it was Lin Jiacheng without having to guess. This guy looked like a salted fish when he came back. Well, Li Bu admired him a little. He also wanted to be like this, but the reality was different. With permission, he turned on the light. The light made Acheng feel uncomfortable. Knowing that it was Li Bu coming back, he said lazily: "Abu, you're back. Why are you late today?"

"I fired my boss. I just went out to sell bags, but there was no business, so I came back a little late."

"That bag of yours is pretty good, um, want to eat it tonight?"

"Eat, you haven't eaten yet?"

"No, I still want you to bring it to me. I'm exhausted today."

This Ah Cheng often didn't pay for his meals. This tenement building had five floors, and he was very tired. He didn't answer the phone.

"Abu, you fired the boss, what are you going to do next?" Lin Jiacheng was not angry because Li Bu ignored him, but asked another topic.

"I plan to continue selling bags, and then buy other goods, realize diversification of business, complete the primitive accumulation of capital, establish a company, become the president, marry Bai Fumei, and reach the pinnacle of life from then on."

"Hahaha... It made me laugh so hard, Abu, you are such a talent. I wish you success as soon as possible, fulfill your dream, and marry Bai Fumei." Lin Jiacheng laughed so much that he rolled on the sofa. The old sofa squeaked, as if he was also interested in it. I have an opinion; Li Bu doesn’t know what he is laughing at. Is it that funny?

"Stop talking. If you don't go and eat some, you won't have anything to eat. It's almost ten o'clock now." Li Bu reminded him kindly.

"Okay, haha... Marry Bai Fumei... Haha..." Bai Fumei appeared for the first time in this era, but it was easy for people to know what it meant. Lin Jiacheng was also very happy; then he got up and went downstairs to buy food. went.

"Bring me some fried noodles and a bottle of soda." Seeing him going out, Li Bu asked him to bring him a midnight snack.

"I know, haven't you had dinner?" Lin Jiacheng muttered and went downstairs.

Li Bu began to write the outline of his first novel. He thought of how to write it while selling bags. He also thought of a name for his first novel, "Sword Breaks Time and Space". The background of the story is similar: in the last years of Nanning, the court was corrupt and the people were in dire straits. , while the northern Mongolian Empire became increasingly powerful and was conquering the world. At this time, it was about to send its troops south to destroy the Southern Song Dynasty.

In order to save the common people in the world, the heroes of the rivers and lakes helped Daxia to fall. A group of people from the rivers and lakes blocked the Mongolian soldiers from going south. While seeking strategies to defeat the enemy, they learned that a hundred years ago, the sword god left behind human martial arts, the sword god's one hundred and eight swords. Hen is in the underground Sword God Palace, and if he understands the secret, he can become a sword god. There is also the "Ghost Valley Legacy Strategy" hidden in it, and the story unfolds.

When Lin Jiacheng came up, it was already an hour later. Besides eating, this guy must have done other things. He took a piece of fried rice noodles and a drink and put them in front of Li Bu. "Hey, it's five coins in total." He stretched out his hand to Li Bu. Li Bu looked at the hand stretched out in front of him and didn't say much to him. He took out five coins from his wallet and gave it to him.

He put away his notebook and ate fried noodles. While eating, he asked, "Whose fried noodles are this? It's so salty." After that, he took a sip of water.

"It's the fried rice noodle stall at the corner of the street. It's okay. I ate at his noodle stall too."

"It's probably because he added too much salt. Let him add less salt next time."