Huayu97: Starting with Wu Song Fighting the Tiger

My goodness! The TVB version of "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils"! That's a classic work by Jin Yong! In the 1990s, Hong Kong martial arts dramas were incredibly popular all over the country! Getting a job as a stunt double in such a production was like winning the lottery!

Back in those days, being a stunt double in a Hong Kong film crew wasn't something just anyone could do. Getting into a big-budget production like this meant not only getting up close to Hong Kong stars but also getting a credit to show your face – a fantastic opportunity to boost your reputation! It'd look great on your resume too!

"How about it? Kid, dare to come?" Kang Honglei's voice carried a hint of mockery. "But let me make this clear first, being a stunt double isn't easy. Falling and slapping are commonplace, and you might even get injured. Are you scared?"

"Scared? I'm not scared of anything!" Liu Xiang was so excited she almost jumped up, her voice trembling slightly. "Director Kang, thank you! I'll take this job! I'll leave for Yunnan tomorrow!"

"Haha, I knew you'd get tough!" Kang Honglei laughed. "Alright, then hurry up and pack your things. When you get to Dali, head straight to the film studio to find me! I'll be waiting for you on set! By the way, kid, be smart when you get there. Hong Kong film crews have a lot of rules. Observe more and say less, you can't go wrong!"

"Understood, Director Kang! Don't worry!"

The next morning, Liu Xiang tidied herself up a bit.

He quickly put on the navy blue suit jacket, then found a white shirt and a dark tie.

At this moment, Liu Xiang combed her hair meticulously in front of the mirror.

Finally, he changed into a pair of shiny leather shoes and slung a stylish brown leather backpack he had just bought over his shoulder.

The young man in the mirror had sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, and a straight nose. He wore a suit, and with that stylish backpack, he actually looked quite handsome and extraordinary. Liu Xiang nodded in satisfaction. This looked more like someone going to a Hong Kong film crew. He couldn't possibly go there wearing a corduroy jacket and carrying a canvas bag.

At this moment, he marched confidently and proudly toward Beijing Capital International Airport.

This was his first time on an airplane since he transmigrated here!

The Beijing International Airport in the 1990s was far from the grand and luxurious airport it is today. The terminal building was a drab Soviet-style structure with a pointed, tower-like roof. The exterior walls were covered in faded, beige tiles, some of which had peeled off to reveal the red brick underneath. Several Lada and Volga cars were parked at the entrance, which were definitely symbols of status.

Once inside the terminal, the atmosphere is quite different.

There were no automatic ticket machines or electronic displays, only a few windows with small blackboards hanging on them, on which flight information was written crookedly in white chalk.

The hall was bustling with people, passengers dressed in brightly colored clothes, some carrying imitation leather travel bags. A sweet, cute female voice came over the loudspeaker, announcing flight information in Mandarin with a slight Beijing accent, the volume fluctuating and interspersed with crackling static.

Liu Xiang, carrying a stylish leather backpack and dressed in a suit and tie, stood out conspicuously in the crowd. Many people secretly glanced at him, their eyes filled with curiosity.

This young man is dressed so well, and his backpack is so stylish, could he be a celebrity?

He finally managed to squeeze to the ticket window and knocked on the glass: "Comrade, I need a plane ticket to Dali, business class seat!"

The ticket seller at the window was a middle-aged woman in a blue uniform. Upon hearing this, she looked up and sized Liu Xiang up and down.

Back then, airplane tickets were a rare commodity. Ordinary people rarely even saw one, let alone flew on one. Those who could afford to fly were either government officials or big business tycoons. Business class was the epitome of luxury; a single ticket could cost the equivalent of several months' wages for an average worker!

"Young man, business class to Dali, one ticket is 880 yuan, are you sure you want to buy it?" The ticket seller asked with a hint of confirmation in her voice.

This one costs 880 yuan!

Liu Xiang's heart skipped a beat, and she gasped.

Good heavens! That's an astronomical figure! You know, he worked hard for over a month filming on the set of "My Fair Princess," and his salary was only five thousand yuan! This business class ticket has wiped out nearly one-fifth of his savings!

But then he thought, this was his first time flying, and it was for such an important occasion as going to the set of the TVB version of "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils". He had to treat himself well! Besides, business class was comfortable, and he could rest well on the plane so he would be in good spirits for the audition when he arrived in Dali!

"Confirmed!" Liu Xiang gritted her teeth, took out a stack of brand-new RMB from her backpack, counted out 880 yuan, and immediately handed it over.

The ticket seller quickly took the money, took out a cardboard ticket with an airplane design from the drawer, stamped it with several bright red stamps, and handed it out: "Here you go, it's for the 8 a.m. flight tomorrow. Come to check in an hour early!"

Liu Xiang took the plane ticket and carefully tucked it into her bosom, as if it were a precious treasure.

After leaving the ticket window, he found a nearby hotel and checked in. Looking at his plane ticket, he felt a surge of joy. Business class! Eight hundred and eighty yuan! He wouldn't have dared to dream of this before!

The next morning, Liu Xiang made a point of arriving at the airport an hour and a half early.

There was a long queue at the ticket gate, but Liu Xiang, holding her business class ticket, went straight to the dedicated ticket gate for business class passengers.

The ticket inspector was a young girl in a uniform, with round eyes. When she saw Liu Xiang's attire, her eyes lit up, and she smiled and nodded at him: "Sir, hello, please show me your ticket and ID card."

Liu Xiang handed over his plane ticket and ID card. The young female ticket inspector carefully checked them, then couldn't help but glance at Liu Xiang a few more times before handing them back to him: "Sir, your gate is number 1. Please follow me."

Passing through the bustling economy class passengers, Liu Xiang followed the young ticket inspector to Gate 1. There were significantly fewer people here, only a handful of men in suits and ties, and a few women dressed in flamboyant attire, all speaking softly—a stark contrast to the noisy economy class gate.

Liu Xiang found a seat and sat down. Just as she was flipping through the newspaper next to her, she heard the boarding announcement over the loudspeaker.

He followed the crowd, went up the boarding stairs, and boarded the plane.

The seats in the cabin are made of dark blue leather, but the business class seats are indeed spacious. There are only two seats in a row, and the distance between the seats is large, so you can stretch your legs. There is also a small coffee table next to you, where you can put a glass of water and a newspaper.

As soon as Liu Xiang sat down, a sweet voice rang in her ears, like a clear mountain spring, soothing and refreshing: "Sir, welcome aboard! Would you like something to drink? Coffee or tea?"

Liu Xiang looked up and was immediately stunned.

The flight attendant in front of me was wearing a sky-blue uniform, the hem of which was just past her knees, revealing a pair of slender and straight calves. She was wearing a pair of black high heels and had an upright posture.