Against the Current Hong Kong 1979

"What did you buy when you went out?"

Aunt He casually asked, "We have everything here. Just tell me what you want."

Zhang Shuai'an smiled and said, "I bought some newspapers to see if there are any job postings."

"You are truly ambitious, good boy."

Aunt He smiled with relief, then shook her head and said, "Unlike the guard, he said he was tired after watching TV for a while. I let him go to my room to sleep for a while. I'll call him when dinner is ready."

Zhang Shuai'an then said, "We just swam here last night, and we were worried sick the whole way. It's normal for Jia Tong to be tired."

Actually, without the [Eternal Essence] buff, he definitely wouldn't have much energy left right now.

"Mommy, my sister took the remote control from me!"

At this moment, Xiaoqiang suddenly started crying and fussing: "I want to watch 'Jumping the Plane' on TVB Jade! Sunny is going to tell a new story today!"

"Jump Airplane" was a children's program broadcast on TVB Jade Channel on September 2, 1976. The name comes from a game of the same name that was popular among Hong Kong children. The host was Wong Yu-sun, nicknamed "Sunny Gor Gor" (Sunny Brother). In the movie "Special Identity" starring Jennifer Yan, he calls Sunny, played by On Chi-kit, "Sunny Gor Gor," which is a reference to this game.

The show ended on January 22, 1982, and was replaced by the famous "430 Shuttle".

"How old are you? Jumping out of a plane is much more exciting than jumping off a building."

The older sister, Xiaomei, curled her lip in disdain, snatched the remote control, and switched to another channel. Sure enough, it was RTV (Rediffusion Television), probably waiting to watch "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".

"Sister, 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes' doesn't start until 8 o'clock," Xiaoqiang complained helplessly. "Let me watch 'The Hop on the Plane' first."

The two siblings bickering together actually adds a touch of everyday life.

Zhang Shuai'an quite liked this atmosphere. Before transmigrating, he was an only child, and his parents had been divorced for many years, so he rarely felt the warmth of family. This was one of the reasons why he became a dissolute person after starting work. As for the original owner of this body, he also had no siblings, and his parents abandoned him and fled abroad, making him even more isolated, with only a few friends such as He Jiatong.

"Stop arguing, or you'll make a fool of yourself in front of the guests."

Aunt He cooked several dishes and brought them to the living room. She scolded the two siblings, "Come and clear the table, it's almost time to eat. Xiaoqiang, go to your room and wake your cousin."

"Oh!" Xiaoqiang nodded and went into the room. "Cousin, get up, dinner's ready!"

He Jiatong woke up groggily, came to the living room and smelled the aroma of food, which instantly perked her up.

"Go wash up and tidy up your messy hair."

Aunt He rolled her eyes at him with displeasure. "You need to pay attention to your appearance here, otherwise it will be hard to find a job. Tomorrow afternoon I'll take you to get your ID cards and buy a couple of new clothes."

"Thank you, Auntie," Zhang Shuai'an said.

He Jiatong snapped out of her daze and quickly followed suit.

"We're all family, no need to be polite." Aunt He was indeed a kind-hearted person and enjoyed the gratitude others showed her.

After waiting for another half hour, Aunt He sighed softly, "He probably won't be back. I'll leave some food in the refrigerator. Let's eat first."

After dinner, Xiaoqiang, who couldn't get the remote control, went straight back to his room and closed the door.

While clearing away the dishes, Aunt He called out to Xiaoqiang, "Xiaoqiang, remember to do your homework and stop reading martial arts novels all the time."

After Zhang Shuai'an finished tidying up, he gave some of the daily necessities to He Jiatong, and then took out paper and pen and started writing a novel at the table.

As for what to copy and which publication to submit it to?

Zhang Shuai'an's thought was: "Why be picky? I want them all!"

Whether it was a high-paying article, a famous one, or a quick way to make money, he would write an article for them all and submit it, casting a wide net to catch as many fish as possible. That's what Ni Kuang did in the past. At his peak, Ni Kuang submitted articles to eight newspapers and magazines, producing tens of thousands of words every day, all handwritten, which was far more impressive than many online writers in later generations.

Moreover, he doesn't need to come up with the plot himself; he can just exchange it for starlight points.

He calculated that a novel of about 15 words only requires about 20 star points, and he could exchange for at least four or five of them, which would be enough for him.

Besides, I bumped into Cherie Chung today. If I'm lacking star power, I can make up for it by getting closer to her.

Seeing him scribbling and drawing, Aunt He asked with some surprise, "Anzai, what are you doing?"

"I think it will take some time to find a job, and I definitely won't have much income during that time."

Zhang Shuai'an glanced at Aunt He and explained, "Luckily, I went to university and know quite a few words. I saw a call for submissions in the newspaper and plan to write some novels to earn some living expenses. If the payment is high, it's much better than working a regular job."

"It's so nice to be an intellectual," Aunt He exclaimed with a hint of envy. Then she turned to her daughter and said, "My dear girl, look at them. They can make a living with their writing. Who knows, they might be the next Jin Yong or Gu Long."

"Let's wait until he can write it before we talk about it. He's such a fool." Lai Wing-mei clearly didn't believe that a mainland guy could write a novel. As a second-generation Hong Konger, she subconsciously considered herself a local.

Aunt He immediately scolded, "Shut up! Who taught you to be so rude and ill-mannered!"

Zhang Shuai'an didn't seem to mind much; he just smiled calmly.

He Jiatong suddenly remembered something: "Oh right, Shuai An, where are the cigarettes? Where are the cigarettes I asked you to bring?"

Zhang Shuai'an then came to his senses: "I was so focused on reading the newspaper that I forgot."

"You!" He Jiatong sighed, a hint of resentment in her voice. "I'm about to burst! Wait a minute, your smoking habit is clearly worse than mine, how can you resist?"

"I think I've already quit." Zhang Shuai'an really didn't feel the urge to smoke at all. He remembered that he had an appointment with Luo Zhaohui that evening, so he said, "I'll go downstairs to buy something at nine o'clock, and I'll buy it for you while I'm at it."

After careful consideration, Zhang Shuai'an decided that before finding a formal job, he would copy several works and then cast a wide net, hoping that one of them would be chosen. He didn't believe that as long as he copied them, he could get published.

No matter the year, there will always be hidden gems.

Jin Yong wanted to gain some fame through Ming Pao, so he chose Huang Yi's debut novel, Shattered Void, which, being a short story, only required 10 Star Points to redeem.

Chapter One, The Midnight Rendezvous...

Zhang Shuai'an's original handwriting was very beautiful; he had practiced it specifically to impress that female teacher.

The handwriting is lively and light, appearing both capable and elegant, but it lacks some strength. It is quite attractive to laymen, but professionals would only shake their heads in disapproval.

He Jiatong was very curious about what he was writing, but after reading for a few seconds, she felt sleepy and fell asleep on the sofa.

After writing for an unknown amount of time, Li Yongmei finished watching TV and went to her room to sleep, as did Aunt He.

He Jiatong's snoring was already deafening; it seemed that her nap hadn't relieved much of her fatigue.

As he wrote, Zhang Shuai'an lost track of time. When he came to his senses again, he heard the sound of a door opening outside, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look.

The door was pushed open roughly, and a middle-aged man with a somewhat weathered face and a balding head walked in.

"Who are you?!" He became wary as soon as he entered the house and saw two unfamiliar men.