A doctor who travels through two eras

Lin Sanqi's bulletproof Mercedes-Benz drove out of Lingnan Hospital and was immediately sandwiched between two jeeps, one in front and one behind.

The lead car had five passengers, all of whom were soldiers from Guangdong and Guangxi recruited by Lingnan Hall. Those who could protect the boss were definitely the strongest in terms of combat skills.

The seats have been modified, and the vehicle is equipped with all sorts of weapons that can be taken out and fired at any time.

However, relevant departments are worried that some retired soldiers might lose themselves in the glamorous world of Hong Kong, or be recruited by enemy agents, and might even do something like kidnapping the God of Wealth.

Therefore, a special 10-person team was arranged, the legendary bodyguards from the South China Sea, whose loyalty is absolutely 100%, to protect Lin Sanqi in shifts 24 hours a day.

In this way, when Lin Sanqi was in Hong Kong, there were actually two security teams, which were not subordinate to each other, ensuring the absolute safety of this God of Wealth.

Lin Sanqi himself had no objection to such security measures.

He wasn't some other novel protagonist with an overbearing aura, able to command the entire Hong Kong triad society to bow down and willingly serve as their lord with a wave of his hand.

How chaotic was Hong Kong at that time? Especially in the New Territories and Kowloon, it was practically the domain of gangsters and detectives.
Even when faced with the Hong Kong government and police force's triads, the underworld can only bow down in submission.
Even if Lin Sanqi had no martial arts skills, he would still be taken down with a single spear thrust, leaving him nowhere to turn for help.

Therefore, the relevant departments were willing to send people to protect him, and Lin Sanqi was more than happy to have a few more.
Of course, he also knew that another responsibility of these bodyguards was to monitor him.
If Lin Sanqi were to betray his country one day, he would most likely be shot dead by these special department bodyguards.

But will that day ever come? Lin Sanqi has a clear conscience and is naturally not afraid of being followed by several surveillance cameras.

Wang Jin sat beside him. As the head of Lingnan Hall's intelligence network and the captain of its bodyguards in Hong Kong, he was Lin Sanqi's absolute confidant.

At this moment, he was introducing Lin Sanqi:

"Boss, this time we're going to Tiu Keng Leng. It's currently home to the largest refugee camp in Hong Kong, housing about 4 mainland compatriots."

Lin Sanqi clicked his tongue: "This name sounds really creepy, hanging?"

Wang Jin and driver Huang Xiaoji both laughed when they heard this:
"Boss, you don't know this, but Tiu Keng Leng used to be called Hanging Neck Ridge. It is said that decades ago, a rich man set up a factory there, lost money, and hanged himself. That's why it got the name Hanging Neck Ridge."

Looking at the increasingly desolate scenery outside the car window, Lin Sanqi thought to himself that the Hong Kong government couldn't possibly be so kind as to relocate their compatriots to some nice place.

Tiu Keng Leng is located in the southeastern New Territories. Before land reclamation in the 1960s, it was mostly continuous mountainous terrain, making transportation very inconvenient and requiring travel on winding mountain roads.

Just like Lai Chi Wo, it's a place that neither Hong Kongers nor foreigners want to come to, so you can imagine how miserable these people fleeing to Hong Kong will be.

Even though Lin Sanqi was mentally prepared, he was still taken aback when he actually arrived at the refugee camp.

All I could see were rows of makeshift wooden houses, densely packed up the hillside, giving it the feel of a favela in São Paulo, Brazil, with sewage flowing everywhere.

Lin Sanqi asked with emotion:

"Wang Jin, is this where our compatriots on the mainland live? The environment is terrible! There isn't even basic water and electricity."

Standing there, Lin Sanqi could smell a strong stench.

Tens of thousands of people are focused on this refugee camp. Putting aside everything else, the amount of anti-Manchu material produced by these tens of thousands of people is enough to make the refugee camp stink.

Wang Jin gave a wry smile and pointed to the rows of wooden houses in front of him, saying:
"Boss, these wooden houses are the homes of most of the people who fled to Hong Kong. I went inside and saw them. There are four wooden planks, each 3 meters long and 2 meters wide, joined end to end, with two large planks on top to form a roof, creating a space of 9 square meters."

A layer of iron plate is branded onto the wooden planks, and doors and windows are carved out, and a wooden house is formed, providing shelter for the whole family.

But even these wooden huts weren't accessible to everyone. Many Hong Kong refugees had to live in caves, dilapidated temples, abandoned factories and mines, living no different from beggars.

Lin Sanqi nodded, thinking that although these mainland compatriots could not leave the New Territories or reach the city, they would not be able to obtain Hong Kong residency permits.

However, as long as you stay in Hong Kong for a few more years, you will eventually be able to resolve your residency issue, which is considered lucky.

For example, Roman Tam, who was later known as the "Godfather of Hong Kong's music scene," also fled from Huadu to Hong Kong in 62 when he was already 18 years old.

Who knows, this future singer who sang "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" might be in this refugee camp right now.

Among those who fled to Hong Kong, the most remarkable was Ni Kuang, one of the "Four Great Talents of Hong Kong," who wrote numerous bestselling martial arts novels, science fiction novels, and plays. This guy fled all the way from Inner Mongolia to Hong Kong, and the hardships he endured are unimaginable; he almost always faced death. Therefore, Ni Kuang later harbored a strong hostility towards the mainland and never returned there for the rest of his life.

Most of the unfortunate compatriots who fled to Hong Kong died on the way or at sea, but there are no specific statistics.

Lin Sanqi's other identity is the magistrate of Bao'an County, and he knows the most about this.

He only strictly sealed off the eastern part of Bao'an County and the area east of the Beijing-Guangzhou Railway, but intentionally or unintentionally left a passage in the west, tacitly allowing people fleeing to Hong Kong to pass through.

Moreover, the coastal blockade in Houhai Bay (Shenzhen Bay) is not tight, and he even intentionally reduced the number of patrols by border guards to allow those fleeing to Hong Kong to leave with peace of mind.

We must leave them a way to survive.

When people are pushed to the limit, they are capable of anything, and in the end, both sides will suffer.

Lin Sanqi looked at the wooden house in front of him and suddenly asked:

"How will we solve the problem of feeding these tens of thousands of people?"

Wang Jin pointed to a cement house a few hundred meters away and said:

"Food is not a problem. The Hong Kong government will provide food every day. Although the food is not good, it is enough for these refugees to survive. At least it is better than starving to death in their hometowns."

However, not all of these people who fled to Hong Kong are waiting for relief; many of them are working very hard.

For example, there are schools in refugee camps that can teach Cantonese, English, and even academic education. As long as you are willing to work hard, you can at least get a high school diploma, and if you have money, you can even go to university.

In addition, many young adults obtain Hong Kong temporary identity cards, which allows them to work in places that do not require technical skills, such as construction sites, garment factories, and spinning mills.

I know a fellow countryman who works on construction sites until 9 p.m. every day, then appears on Connaught Road at 6:4 a.m. sharp to start sweeping the dust from the streets, only getting four hours of sleep a day.

Lin Sanqi nodded:

"People must learn to save themselves. If you eat relief food every day, you won't starve to death, but you will always be at the bottom of society and you will never be able to create a good environment for your family, wife and children."

We're recruiting this time, and we're looking for ambitious people from inland China; we don't want those who just want to coast along. By the way, where's our recruitment booth?

Wang Jin pointed to a building that looked like a community center not far away and said:

"It's over there. Uncle Liu came here personally for this recruitment."

Lin Sanqi lifted her leg and walked away: "Let's go take a look."

Tiu Keng Leng Refugee Camp Management Centre is a three-story building staffed by local Hong Kong social workers who manage the daily operations of the refugee camp.

At this moment, a large job posting was hanging on the wall, with the words "Lingnan Pharmacy" clearly visible.

It's not unusual for them to come to refugee camps to recruit workers; factories that urgently need labor will come to recruit, which is something the Hong Kong government encourages and supports.

After all, supporting so many refugees is a heavy burden for the government.

At the same time, cheap labor can also help Hong Kong's industrial development, which is a win-win situation.

However, refugees can only obtain temporary ID cards when they go out to work, and their activity area is limited to the factory. They cannot go out, otherwise they will be arrested.

This is essentially a disguised form of bonded labor.

At that moment, a large group of literate refugees were gathered in front of a job posting. When Lin Sanqi walked over, he saw that many people left cursing.

Lin Sanqi was somewhat taken aback, and grabbed one of the middle-aged refugees who was cursing the loudest, asking:
"Brother, what's wrong? Is there a problem with that Lingnan pharmacy's job posting?" (End of Chapter)