Film and Television: Starting from Leading Three Thousand Disciples Ashore

At the Shek Pai Wan Fish Market on Hong Kong Island, the moonlight is like water, and a large number of fishing boats rise and fall with the waves on the sea.

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Hearing the strange noise in his mind, Lu Wendong slowly opened his eyes. It was a bedroom of less than ten square meters with a window open, and outside was the dark sea.

The air was filled with the smell of fish.

"That Shar Pei is a son of a bitch."

"We agreed before that we would only take 2% of each batch of fish, but now they want us to support their work because they are showing off their horses with Hung Hing."

"We need to increase our commission by another 2%."

"How are we supposed to survive?"

Lu Wendong struggled to sit up, touching the back of his head which was wrapped in gauze.

The previous body was hit from behind with a stick, which resulted in it turning into its current form.

Memories flooded my mind like a tidal wave.

He became a Tanka person who lived on a boat, regarded water as land, and lived a life adrift on rivers and seas.

In the living room outside the bedroom, a dim oil lamp was lit, and three men were squatting on small stools, eating dried fish and talking.

"Support him my ass!"

Facing Lu Wendong was a young man in his thirties, with bronze skin, a short haircut, and arms so strong they could run a horse.

He slammed his hand on the table excitedly: "Shek Pai Bay was developed by our ancestors, and the fish market prospered because of us."

"The foreigners want to take a cut, and these gangsters want to take a cut too."

What will we eat? What will we drink?

"Do you want to drink seawater?"

"Barbarians!"

The middle-aged man with a square face and wide mouth on the east side immediately shouted, "What's the use of getting agitated?"

"The foreigners have guns. These gangsters can stop working and fight us every day. Do you think we can win?"

"Take Wen Dong for example. What did he do wrong? Just because he said something out of line, he was made an example of by the Shapi."

"He still hasn't woken up..."

Three pairs of eyes involuntarily turned to the bedroom, meeting the gaze of Lu Wendong, who was now awake.

"Wen Dong?"

Manzi ran happily into the bedroom, helped the weak Lu Wendong up, and then carefully examined him.

"Uncle Yongqiang, Uncle Shuisheng (-Beast)."

"Wen Dong is alright, he's alright..."

"Wendong, come out and feel the sea breeze, it'll refresh you."

Manzi carefully helped Lu Wendong out of the bedroom.

Only then did Lu Wendong realize that he was actually in a fish raft.

A grid-like frame is constructed using wooden planks and foam, and then fixed to the floating barrel.

The fish rafts will sway slightly whenever there are waves on the sea.

Looking out from the living room, the fish rafts stretched out in rows, like an endless field, a truly magnificent sight.

"Uncle Qiang, Uncle Sheng."

Lu Wendong greeted the two middle-aged men listlessly.

According to memory, these two were the leaders of a group of Tanka people in Shek Pai Wan.

As for its predecessor, its parents gritted their teeth and went to sea to repay the money they borrowed from Shapi to repair the fish raft.

Who knew that a sudden storm would come and never return.

All that was left for Lu Wendong was this fish farm and a high-interest loan of 200,000 yuan that he might never be able to repay in his lifetime.

"It's good that you're awake..."

Uncle Qiang clasped his hands together and said, "May the Heavenly Empress bless me."

Lu Wendong lay down on the armchair beside him and stared blankly at the sea.

The lights twinkled on the dark sea.

Lu Wendong was lost in thought.

Shar-Pee, Leung Kwan...

Have I wandered into the world of film and television?

Tanka people?

According to the memories left by his predecessor, Shar-Pee was a member of the Wo Luen Shing Red Sticks, a big shot who blew chickens.

The election of a new leader for Wo Luen Shing led to the defection of the old Sun Yat-sen gang, who had previously dominated Tuen Mun, to the new Sun Yat-sen gang, who then turned against Wo Luen Shing.

Other gangs in the martial arts world took the opportunity to kick him while he was down.

That's why Leung Kwan was ordered to raid the fish market.

In the past few months, Shar-Pee and Leung Kwan have fought several matches.

They fought over ownership of the fish market, but it was the Tanka people living next to the market who suffered the most.

The Tanka people make a living by fishing, and they sell their catch at the fish market.

According to the previous rules of the Shapi, the Shapi take 2%, the market takes 1%, the foreigners take another 2%, and the Tanka people can get 5% in their hands.

They used to be tenant farmers, now they are fishermen!

Although they were unwilling, the Tanka people belonged to the lowest social class in Hong Kong Island, and most of them were even illiterate.

We can only accept exploitation!

Now, Shar Pi wants to add another 2% to make up for the losses from his horse-sharing with Leung Kwan.

In this way, the Tanka people will only be able to keep 3%!

After all that hard work and risking their lives battling the waves at sea, all they get is this little bit?

The Tanka people were naturally unwilling to accept this!

pity…

Uncle Qiang sighed, "There's nothing we can do about it, it's fate."

"Wo Luen Shing and Hung Hing can't keep fighting forever. If they continue, the fish market business will definitely be affected."

"When the foreigners can't handle it, they'll step in and stop it, and then things will go back to normal."

"Please be patient a little longer."

The barbarian clenched his fists so tightly they cracked: "Uncle Qiang."

His face turned bright red, and the veins on his neck bulged.

"3%..."

"I have to pay off the boat loan, repair the boat, mend the fishing nets, buy rice, oil, salt, and support my family..."

"Where will everyone find the money to save?"

"Those bastards, they won't extend our loan just because we don't have money..."

The barbarian pointed at Lu Wendong: "Take Wendong for example, he's 200,000 yuan in debt right now, with nine loans and thirteen returns, compounding interest all the way up. How can he possibly pay it back?"

"Should we sell fish fillets? Wouldn't that lead to huge losses?"

The Tanka people float on the sea, unregulated by the government, and seem to live a very carefree life.

That's impossible...

Building fish rafts costs money, and repairs cost money too…

Living expenses also require money…

In the entire Shek Pai Wan fish market, there isn't a single Tanka person who doesn't owe money to these mainland loan companies.

Most Tanka people spend their entire lives hoping to own a fish raft or fishing boat that is entirely their own.

Unfortunately, nine times out of ten, things don't go as planned.

Uncle Sheng took a puff of his pipe: "You barbarian, who doesn't want to live freely?"

"Can we afford to fight?"

He held his pipe and pointed at the fish rafts and fishing boats on the sea.

"Which family doesn't have debts on their hands?"

"When those gangsters go out to work, the triads provide them with medical expenses and resettlement allowances."

"And what about us?"

"Who will pay? If you're injured or disabled, how will you go out to fish? What will happen to your family?"

Uncle Sheng sighed, "That's fate!"

"Now that Wen Dong is awake... I have other things to do."

Lu Wendong quickly stood up: "Thank you, Uncle Sheng."

Uncle Qiang patted Lu Wendong on the shoulder: "With the blessing of the Heavenly Queen, you will have great fortune."

The two left one after the other.

He stomped his foot angrily: "Uncle Sheng is now connected to the gold rush, wearing gold and silver, he's no longer a man of the water."

"Brother Dong."

The barbarian clenched his fists tightly.

"5 days..."

The barbarian was taken aback, and he turned to look at Lu Wendong for no apparent reason.

Lu Wendong, who had been silent all along, suddenly revealed his sharp edge.

"Brother Dong, what?"

Lu Wendong said calmly, "Barbarians, five days! Take over the fish market in five days!"

"Dare to come with me?"

He had been transported to another world, and Lu Wendong accepted it, but he refused to accept his fate.

He didn't care about Hung Hing, Wo Luen Shing, Tung Sing...

Regardless of Shuisheng, Yongqiang...

Now that I've made it this far, I'm determined to live a good life!