Hong Kong film: The cop backs down, the ladies beg me to check his license.

"Interesting," Ye Tian clicked his tongue. "This news is quite something."

He raised his voice and called out towards the door, "Xiao Fu!"

The door was pushed open almost immediately, without making much noise. Lin Fu leaned in halfway, standing ramrod straight. He had the typical honest and simple look on his face, but his eyes were bright and fixed when he looked at someone. This was Ye Tian's most trusted man; he didn't talk much, but he was efficient and had been with him for several years without ever making a mistake.

Ye Tian raised his hand and tapped his knuckles on the heavy mahogany table, producing a dull thud. "Go to the general store at the street corner and buy two strings of ten-thousand-shot firecrackers, the loudest ones possible."

As he spoke, he pulled out his wallet from his pocket, took out a stack of new bills, and without counting them, casually threw them at Lin Fu.

The banknotes arced through the air. Lin Fu reacted quickly, catching them steadily with both hands without making a fuss.

He carefully smoothed out the money on the corner of the table, stacking it neatly, his back still straight: "Boss, no need to buy it."

"There are two stacks of [items] under my bed in the dorm. They were left over from last year's Lunar New Year, and I couldn't bear to put them away."

Ye Tian lifted his eyelids to look at him, his eyes showing a hint of amusement, but he wasn't angry:

"With your meager salary, after sending money back to your mother to build a house, you're lucky if you have enough left for food and cigarettes. You think you can hide money for firecrackers?"

"If the people who work with me have no money in their pockets, how am I supposed to face them?"

Lin Fu scratched the back of his head, chuckled, and blushed a little embarrassedly: "Boss, you pay me 20,000 a month. Back home... my parents would never dream of that much. They always tell me to save it, saying I need it to get married in the future."

Ye Tian snorted and chuckled, walking to the window and flung it open with a "whoosh." A night breeze rushed in, carrying the lingering heat and dust of the street below, making his forehead twitch. "What's the point of all this? It's all about money. Without money, who'd risk their life to work?"

"Once your mother's new house is built, we'll get her a small one in the city so she can experience a life of leisure. Then you can spend your money however you like."

Lin Fu's eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously, "Thank you, Boss!"

But he paused, a small furrow appearing on his brow, as if genuinely doubtful: "But boss... what we're doing right now... is it really that dangerous? I don't feel it at all?"

Ye Tian was too lazy to argue with him, so he waved his hand as if shooing away flies: "Enough with the nonsense, hurry up and bring the firecrackers."

"Oh, right," he turned around as if he had just remembered, "there's a trash can on the corner of an apartment building in Mong Kok. There's a black wallet inside. Just take it. It's not much money, you can keep it for spending money."

Lin Fu immediately replied, "Understood, boss!"

He turned to leave, lifted his foot and then put it down again. He turned back, a hint of hesitation on his face: "Then... what if Brother Kun asks..."

Ye Tian leaned against the window frame, took out a cigarette from his cigarette case, shook it out, and held it between his fingers without lighting it. He said casually, "Brother Kun has so many important things to do every day, he doesn't have time to care about these trivial matters."

"Besides, he's more than grateful to me for all the money I've earned for him."

Lin Fu shook his head and said very seriously, "Boss, Brother Kun values ​​you the most, even more than his own brother. He thinks about everything, and might actually ask you about it."

Ye Tian was getting a little exasperated by him, so he raised his voice slightly, feigning impatience: "Just say I'm happy and want to hear a sound! Okay?"

Lin Fu shrank back, not daring to ask any more questions. He quickly opened the door and slipped away. His footsteps faded away in the corridor, light but with a hint of panic, as if he was afraid Ye Tian would change his mind.

Ye Tian pulled the window back and closed it tightly. He slowly took out a lighter and lit a cigarette with a "click." The orange-red flame flickered, and the smoke rose, blurring his face. Only his eyes were visible behind the smoke, deep and unfathomable.

I didn't transmigrate here to enjoy a life of luxury. The biggest headache is the original owner of this body.

He had been transported to another world. When he woke up, he was lying in a small clinic. The air was thick with the smell of disinfectant mixed with a rusty, bloody odor that assaulted his nostrils. Liang Kun's bloodshot eyes were right in front of him, staring intently. A rough, large hand gripped his wrist with the strength of an iron clamp, and he muttered repeatedly, "Ah Tian, ​​you can't be hurt... you can't die... what will I do if you die..."

The original owner of this body was raised by Liang Kun. He was an illegitimate child without legal status, losing his mother at the age of seven. His father, Ni Kun, never cared for him, letting him roam the streets. It was Liang Kun who gave him a bowl of rice and brought him into the Hung Hing triad, where they stumbled and struggled their way up. The two were sworn brothers, their bond even deeper than that of blood brothers. Later, during a shootout, the original owner took a knife for Liang Kun, striking him squarely in the chest, and died instantly. This led to the arrival of Ye Tian.

Fortunately, there was a system that nearly exhausted its initial energy to pull this broken body back from the brink of death, setting broken bones and repairing internal injuries. Now, this body feels warm to the touch, has a strong heartbeat, and possesses a strength beneath its muscles that it never had before.

Ye Tian stretched lazily, his joints cracking a few times, and let out a long sigh of relief. He felt great.

He glanced at his watch; it was exactly six o'clock in the afternoon. The glass of the watch face reflected the light from the overhead lamp, momentarily blinding him.

"This is what makes life interesting," he hummed a tuneless melody under his breath, and swayed as he went downstairs.

I almost bumped into someone who was coming up the stairs as I reached the corner.

It was Liang Kun. He was wearing a black suit, his hair was slicked back, and his face showed signs of fatigue from his travels, but his arrogant and nonchalant attitude was still there.

"Tin," Liang Kun spoke first, looking him up and down, "You're getting Xiao Fu to set off firecrackers? What's going on?"

Ye Tian deliberately opened his mouth wide, making an exaggerated expression of surprise: "Brother Kun, your ears are long enough! How long has it been?"

Liang Kun raised his hand and patted his shoulder lightly: "Nonsense, if I don't keep an eye on you, how will I know what trouble you'll get into this time? Want to have dinner together tonight?"

Ye Tian's eyes immediately lit up: "Great! Kun's treating! I want roast suckling pig, the fattest cut, and steamed grouper, over a pound and a half!"

Liang Kun rolled her eyes at him, annoyed: "You're a big shot in Mong Kok now, with plenty of business, and you're still so stingy? Can't you even afford a meal?"

Ye Tian shook his head, saying seriously, "It's not about being stingy, it's about rules. You're my boss, my elder, how can I let the younger one treat me? If word gets out, people will laugh at me for being ignorant, and you'll be the one who loses face."

Well, Kwan was speechless, so he just waved his hand and said, "Fine, fine, it's on me. Plenty, okay?"

Ye Tian immediately laughed and clapped his hands: "Then I can eat as much as I want!"

Handsome Kun laughed and scolded, "Look at you, so pathetic!"

"What you save is what you earn," Ye Tian said confidently. "Food tastes especially good when someone else is treating you."

Liang Kun shook his head, deciding not to argue with him anymore. He knew in his heart that Ye Tian wasn't really short of money for this meal. This kid's money-making skills were top-notch in Hung Hing; he made a fortune from arcade games and smuggling, earning as much as others envied, and he was generous to his subordinates. Only in front of him did he always act this shameless, childlike behavior. Perhaps, this was the unique closeness between them.

The two didn't go to any fancy restaurants, but instead turned into a bustling food street and found a street food stall. The plastic tablecloth was stained with oil, and the air was filled with the aroma of wok hei (wok aroma), garlic, and charred oysters. Ye Tian ate with great enthusiasm, holding a skewer of charred chicken wings in one hand, his mouth greasy.