Hong Kong Comprehensive: Who said that those who practice martial arts have no money?

Chapter 3 Wooden House Area, Panels, Forced Numbers
The grass is everywhere, and fish and dragons are mixed together!
It is Ang Lee's evaluation of the Hong Kong comprehensive world he is in now.

On Christmas Eve in 53, a fire in the squatter area of ​​Shek Kip Mei displaced more than 5 people overnight. To resettle the victims, the Hong Kong government built eight I-shaped 8-storey residential buildings on some of the original sites.

But not all victims can be resettled.

Some residents who have not been resettled, residents who cannot pay rent, and refugees who have poured in have rebuilt stone houses and wooden houses along the foot of the mountain.

Ang Lee is one of them.

Just over 20 minutes into the journey, the driver stopped.

"Boss, the Shek Kip Mei hut area is here!"

".OK, thanks! Here's your fare."

Li An handed over the five cents and walked toward the village along the uneven dirt road.

Before he even got close, the roar of people could be heard.

"Hot white sugar cake, one dime, not sweet, no money!"

"Roasted goose legs, fat and big roasted goose legs, [-] cents each."

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Li An looked at the smudged night market at the head of the village, and the cries of the vendors in front of the stone houses could be heard far away.

The owner of the roast goose stall had a greasy face, shouting hard with a broken gong.

Three or four children whose faces were covered with ashes looked at the golden-yellow roast goose hanging on the shelf from a distance and swallowed their saliva.

Li An stopped in his tracks and stopped in front of a stall displaying Liu Ji Wanton Noodles.

"Sixth Aunt, here is a bowl of wonton noodles, the portion is big enough."

"Okay, now."

The busy aunt with her head down responded casually, then raised her head, and saw Li An with gauze wrapped around her head, she couldn't help saying:
"How did you get hurt?"

"I just fell down and got a small cut on my head. It's not a problem. It will be fine in two days."

Li An smiled, deliberately touched his belly, and urged:

"Aunt Six, I've been hungry all day."

Aunt Six motioned to the two folding tables placed in the aisle of the stone house at the back of the booth:
"I know! You go and sit down for a while. I'll cook this bowl for you after I finish cooking it."

"Ah."

Li An opened the stool and sat down, but his eyes couldn't help but focus on the calligraphy stalls in the corner of the stone house, because when he stood in front of the booth, there were already several people patronizing in a row, and there were three people queuing up.

The grandmother in front of the queue placed the coin in her hand in front of the stall owner.

"No. [-] scholar for fifty cents, guts for twenty cents!"

"Fifty cents for the No. [-] prize and two cents for the courage. Well, the receipt has been collected. If you lose it, it's gone. We recognize the vote but not the person."

The middle-aged stall owner took notes with a pen and then handed the opened receipt to grandma.

The Zihua stalls in the wooden house area are owned by Wang Laoji, and even most of the Zihua stalls in Kowloon are operated by him, so the nickname of Zihuawang should be added in front of the name Wanglaoji.

Li An learned from the memory of the original owner.

It seems that the more this kind of slums have not yet solved their food and clothing, the better the business of gambling stalls.

Not far away, two military uniforms came to the head of the village one after the other.

"It's your first day on duty. Just follow me and watch more and talk less."

Fei Biao took off his hat and motioned to the military uniform behind him to follow him. Every time he passed a stall, he handed over the hat in his hand. After receiving the fee from the stall owner, he walked to the next stall.

When they stopped at Sixth Aunt's stall, Fei Biao handed over his hat, pointed at the flower stall in the corner and reminded the military uniform behind him:

"That Zihua stall is the most luscious stall in this area, and the usual fees are collected by plainclothes. We are not allowed to touch those in military uniform. Remember?"

"I know." The military uniform behind him nodded.

Seeing that Aunt Six had finished cooking the wonton noodles before taking the money slowly, Fat Biao urged impatiently.

"Hurry up, I'm still in a hurry to call it a day."

Aunt Six took six coins and put them into the hat, muttering, "It's not that I won't give them."

"Then do you still want to go out?"

Fat Biao yelled loudly, and seeing that Aunt Six was silent, he went to the next booth.

Placing a large bowl of wonton noodles in front of Li An, Aunt Six whispered:

"As soon as the stall came out, these military uniforms came to collect money, and threatened them at every turn. Even a poor job can't be so bad, don't you think so?"

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Li An knew that Aunt Six was just showing off her quick tongue, if he really accepted the words, Aunt Six might shut up instead.

So, he just responded with a smile, didn't speak, and bowed his head to eat noodles.

In addition to the stone houses at the head of the village, there are stretches of wooden houses built against the mountains behind.

Most of them are made of iron sheets and wood, covered with asbestos tiles.

As the sky gradually dimmed, Li An returned to the wooden house where he lived.

Although the house is not big, it looks clean.

Li An first carefully lit the kerosene lamp and put on the lampshade.He checked the water tank in the corner of the room again to see that there was still water in it before closing the door.

He took off his shoes and stood on the wooden bed, tiptoed and reached out to the asbestos tiles on the roof. It took him a long time to take out an oiled paper package from the gap between the two asbestos tiles.

Inside is a small stack of ten Hong Kong dollars, which is also the net worth Ang Lee has accumulated over the years, six hundred Hong Kong dollars.

In this era when 3000 yuan can buy a bungalow, [-] yuan is not a small sum.

After thinking about it, he took out another 150 yuan and two coins from his pocket, and Li An thought about it.

As if there were ripples, the handwriting that had been revealed in the hospital appeared in front of me again.

Name: Ang Lee

Skills: Cooking (entry 1%)

Skill Essence:
Specialization: Cooking Specialization 1%
Skill Points:
Li An just hesitated for a moment before taking the [-] Hong Kong dollars on the bed.

The remaining 50 yuan, based on the current price of [-] cents for a bowl of wonton noodles, is more than enough to last him a month.

In a month's time, no matter how hard it is, it's time to find something to do.

Li Anxin thought, and the Hong Kong dollars disappeared from his hand.

at the same time.

The skill points blurred for a moment, and when the handwriting became clear again, he took a closer look.

Skill Points: 7
"Really!"

Li An took a deep breath and focused on the skill of cooking. As the skill point decreased by 1 point, the entry level behind cooking also increased from 1% to 11%, and the specialization column also changed.

Specialization: Culinary Specialization 1% (+1%)

At the same time, a lot of experience in cooking appeared in Li An's mind out of thin air, and even some knowledge that Li Jianguo said before that he didn't understand suddenly became clear.

He has a strong feeling that as long as he uses it a few times, his cooking expertise will change from 1% to 2%.

Just like the skill proficiency in the game increases, the power of operating skills becomes stronger?

"I don't know, does Kung Fu count as a skill? If I can add a little bit of Kung Fu, then I will have the capital to settle down in this world where fish and dragons are mixed together."

Li An looked at the skill panel in front of him quietly in a daze.

You need to have some skills to be a good person!

If it was in his previous life, Li An might have chosen to fill up his culinary skills first and become a master of culinary skills before talking about other things.

But this is Hong Kong Comprehensive World.

The grass is everywhere, and fish and dragons are mixed together!
If you want to get ahead, you must have capital!
It can be power or fist!

Besides, Li An didn't want what happened to the original owner to happen to him again.

The feeling that life is not guaranteed is like those who lived in northern Myanmar in the previous life.

And judging from the performance of the two in the Ip Man series and Ip Man's rumored Zhang Tianzhi, the force value of this Hong Kong comprehensive world is not low.

If kung fu skills can really be turned into skills, even if they can't exceed the force of the two, as long as they are comparable, Ang Lee will have the capital to gain a foothold in this world.

Naturally, he has the qualifications to plan other things!

(End of this chapter)