Living in the Hong Kong Film World

Chapter 588 Hongkou Dojo
"Hahaha!"

"Where did you find a bunch of strange foreigners?"

"Look at his beard. It's like two broom bumps."

"Haha! It's so funny!"

The movie showed several new films by Chaplin in rotation, and the movie theater was full of laughter and it was very lively.

The films of this period were all silent films, the picture was the only source of information, and laughter was the best catalyst for comedy films.

Even though Feinan had watched it many times, in this environment, he watched it with great interest.

The most enthusiastic response was "Jingjun Ji". The audience in the turmoil resonated with the story that happened in the film, and they continued to discuss it until it left the theater.

After watching the movie, it was already noon.

Feng Chengcheng couldn't help but sigh: "Mr. Zhuo is really amazing, when will we Chinese make such a movie?"

"It won't be long."

Feinan smiled, but his tone was certain.

Feng Chengcheng looked at him with his head tilted, and said with a smile, "If you invite me to a movie, then I'll treat you to dinner."

"Don't you need to go home to be with your family?"

Feinan asked suspiciously.

"It's okay, there are many guests at home today, my father has to be busy with the guests, Erniang and the others are also busy playing mahjong, and I will be alone when I go back."

As she said that, she took Huanhuan's hand and said with a smile: "Besides, Huanhuan and I have agreed that if you want to treat her to eat, how can you not count your words?"

"OK then!"

Feinan smiled and said, "Where are we going to eat?"

"I know a French restaurant not far from here."

As Feng Chengcheng said, he jumped into the car first, like a nimble deer.

The three of them got in the car and came to the restaurant she mentioned.

This restaurant is owned by a Frenchman, and most of the people who come here to eat are foreigners.

Finding a seat by the window, the three of them ordered something and chatted casually.

There were two businessmen sitting at the next table, as if they had drunk too much wine, their voices were a little loud, and they floated over.

"I heard that there is going to be a war soon."

"Really? Where are you hitting?"

"Who knows? It doesn't matter where you fight, you won't be able to fight Shang Hai anyway, so what are you afraid of?"

"Hey! I'm afraid that the Eight-Power Allied Forces will come again! Now that you are a foreigner, you dare to ride on our necks and shit. It's not easy to do business now! You have to take care of all aspects, pretending to be a grandson every day!"

"Yes! When I went to the bank that day, I met a Neon Chinese who joined my team and was still cursing. What's even more annoying is that I still dare not speak back. How aggrieved do you think?"

"Be patient if you can bear it! Kindness makes money, let's make money by pointing at others! Don't you fight with others like a martial artist? Even if you show fists, you can't beat them! Have you read the newspaper? A few days ago, there was A boxer surnamed Huo competed with a warrior from the Neon country, and he was beaten to death!"

"Then what can we do? Those who died in the foreign concession will be killed in vain. Can they be controlled by foreigners? Who dares?"

"That's right! Alas! From my point of view! Now it's foreigners who have guns and cannons, so why are you afraid of our fists? Not afraid of swords! They are all for feeding them."

"Live honestly! Earn some money, as long as you don't go to war, you can talk about anything."

"Yes! As long as you don't do anything, what is money? Earn money after it's gone!"

"That's right! How about foreigners? We spent money, so they still have to make steak for us?"

"Haha! Let's have a drink!"

"Done!"

……

"Are you sick? Why are you absent-minded?"

Feng Chengcheng stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Feinan's eyes.

"Ok?"

Feinan came back to his senses: "What did you say?"

"I said, I plan to study in France."

Feng Chengcheng said earnestly: "In the past few years in Peiping, I have seen too much, which made me a little disappointed. Perhaps exposure to some new environments, people and things can help me find my direction again."

"No matter what you choose, I respect your choice."

Feinan took a sip of coffee: "What do you want to learn?"

"Art, literature, and preferably cinema."

A hint of longing appeared in Feng Chengcheng's eyes: "I want to be a great film artist."

"wish you success."

Feinan saluted her with coffee and lowered his head to sip.

The meal was delivered, and the three of them ate and chatted.

Feng Chengcheng talked about her movie dream with great interest, but Fei Nan just listened silently, echoing each other from time to time, feeling a little puzzled in his heart.

Could it be because of him that Feng Chengcheng wanted to work in the film industry?
Why is the corresponding task not triggered?

After finishing the meal, Feng Chengcheng was still a little unsatisfied.

"Mr. Fei, you really know how to chat."

Hearing her praise, Feinan looked even weirder, he obviously didn't say a few words.

"Let's go for a walk together?"

After leaving the restaurant, Feng Chengcheng was still chatting happily, so he asked Uncle Xiang to go home first, and invited Fei Nan to take a walk together.

Feinan had something to discuss with her, so he agreed and walked with her towards the French Concession.

Today's movie gave him an idea.

Among the budding task requirements, the latter condition is relatively simple for him, but it is not completely without difficulty.

One million silver dollars is not a small amount, even Feng Jingyao couldn't take it out at once.

He currently only has less than 3000 yuan of start-up capital, and the easiest way to increase capital quickly is to gamble.

There are many gambling stalls in Shanghai, and even Feng Jingyao runs several of them.

But the business of gambling stalls is not fast, and the turnover is far less than that of other entertainment projects.

Moreover, it is difficult to get so much money by gambling.

Even Shanghai's biggest gambling stall owner, Longsi's first opponent, Dong Qishan, Shanghai's gambling king, has a net worth of just over 20 yuan.

And this is already the overlord of the entire Shanghai gambling world.

Even if Feinan cut off the Hu first and got Dong Qishan's net worth, it would only be more than 20 yuan, which is far from 100 million yuan.

And once his name is established, it will be very difficult to win money by gambling, and no one will take the initiative to give him money.

So, if he wants to earn 100 million yuan in a short period of time, there are only two ways.

The first type is to catch fat sheep and rip off people.

Whoever has money and earns money, these tycoons including Feng Jingyao, businessmen, even consuls of the four countries, and even the Beiyang government can all be his targets.

This channel has the highest income, but also the greatest risk, and it is more difficult to operate.

Another method is to cut leeks.

The most profitable businesses are often those with small profits but quick turnover.

This kind of money comes easily, but it is more unconscionable.

However, he figured out a method that can combine these two methods to achieve a win-win situation for all parties and each to get what they need, but it only requires a certain amount of start-up capital and manpower.

The only one who can help him right now is Feng Jingyao.

And if you want to get Feng Jingyao, you have to go through Feng Chengcheng.

Listening to Feng Chengcheng's high-spirited talk, Feinan thought about how to speak to her, and before he knew it, he had already reached the door of a dojo.

"Roar! Drink!"

In the dojo, there were shouts, as if someone was practicing.

Feinan looked up, and there were a few large characters written on the main entrance of the dojo, Hongkou Dojo.

At the main entrance, there was a young man in a Chinese tunic suit, looking at the gate of the dojo with a serious face, his fists clenched.

Staring at the plaque, he snorted and walked in.

(End of this chapter)