Soul Returns to Hong Kong: From Tailor Shop to Richest Woman

After Attorney Shen and his wife left, Lin Ying looked at the agreement in her hand and felt much more at ease.

She stood up and went into the room, opened the bottom drawer of the desk, and put the agreement and the house plans into a brown paper bag.

The next morning, when the sun shone in, Lin Ying was already sitting at the table.

There were two stacks of blank papers on the table, with the title "Exchange Student at the Magic Academy" written on them.

Don't rush to write about Uncle Su's gambling film. Uncle Su has been on the set for a long time and knows how to make those kinds of gangster films. It won't be a problem to give it to him a few months later.

But it was Boss Peng's films, aimed at foreigners, that were where she could make a fortune and become famous. So this time, Lin Ying didn't want to just write a few pages of outline and show it to people like she did with "Death by Light." A shrewd person like Boss Peng would definitely want to take advantage of her. So she wanted to present a perfectly crafted, finished script.

[Part One: Clash of Worldviews and Awakening]

Audiences in Hong Kong in the 1980s, and even those in Europe and America across the ocean, were tired of traditional gunfights and rigid magical battles. She wanted to write about an Eastern boy from a humble background who was sent as an exchange student to a Western magic school by his sect as a marginal figure.

Arriving in a foreign land, unable to understand incantations and unaccustomed to the robes, he was mocked by pure-blooded mages. But when the true dark crisis descended and the Western magic circle collapsed completely, the Eastern boy stood before the ruins of a dilapidated castle, took out a yellowed talisman, and drew the wooden sword from his back.

The clash between the rules of Eastern and Western cultivation is not a matter of life and death, but rather a clash of strengths. The key is to leverage the strengths of the East, utilizing Eastern wisdom to achieve a decisive victory in the opponent's area of ​​expertise.

Lin Ying kept writing.

At this moment, Lin Lanying pushed the door open a little and saw that she was writing something, so she didn't call her to eat.

"Mommy," Lin Ying said without looking up, "I don't have time for anything else right now, I need to finish this quickly."

Lin Lanying was about to leave when she said, "You keep writing. I'm outside. I'll go get you some milk."

Lin Ying then went into seclusion.

Lin Lanying goes to Sai Wan during the day to handle old business matters, while Lao Dou goes to Yau Ma Tei every day to learn about jade. Lin Qian is home alone, still thinking about buying a house.

The door opened at noon the next day.

Lin Ying heard the noise and came out, seeing Grandma Li Yuzhen putting on slippers at the door with two large snakeskin bags in her hands.

"Grandma, what brings you here?" Lin Ying asked, puzzled.

"Your mother called yesterday and said you've been writing a very valuable play in your room without eating," the old woman said as she took her things to the kitchen. "You're all busy making money; if I hadn't come, you wouldn't have had any food."

Lin Ying wanted to help, but the old woman wouldn't let her.

"Don't touch it, don't touch it! How will you hold a pen if your hands get blistered?" The old woman untied her bag. "I brought some dried vegetables that we sun-dried ourselves in the New Territories, and two free-range chickens that were just killed this morning. These chickens are plump! I'll stew them for you right away. Drinking this will give you energy to use your brain."

Lin Qian had already run over to help. As he packed the things in the bag, he said, "Grandma, I need to use my brain too, so I want to drink chicken soup too."

Li Yuzhen glared at her eldest grandson: "Your older sister uses her brain to make money, while you're just brainwashed. Hurry up and do your math, or you won't get your chicken leg for lunch today."

Lin Qian immediately shrank back, put down his things, and ran away.

Lin Ying looked at her grandmother busily working in the spacious and bright new kitchen and knew that her grandmother had been steadily supporting her in terms of daily life and logistics for the past two weeks.

On the fourth day of my seclusion, the routine at home was suddenly disrupted by a phone call.

The call was from her brother-in-law, Lin Yaoying, at a barbershop in Mong Kok. Lin Lanying happened to be home, and after listening to a couple of sentences, her brows furrowed deeply.

"All B-level? Not a single A-level?" Lin Lanying's voice involuntarily grew louder.

Lin Ying came out of the room with a water glass in her hand and stopped in her tracks.

Lin Lanying spoke a few words on the phone, both angry and anxious, then covered the receiver and turned to Lin Ying: "Ying, your uncle said that Yueyue's report card for this semester's final exams came out, and she got Bs everywhere. Chinese B, Math B, and English General Knowledge B too."

Lin Ying frowned. Lin Yue, like Lin Qian, would be entering fourth grade after this summer vacation. In Hong Kong's primary education system, fourth grade is a major turning point. If a student's grades in fourth grade are not outstanding, they will simply fall behind in fifth grade, directly affecting their placement in the Hong Kong-wide secondary school allocation system.

Two A's still have a chance to fight for, but if they all get B, they won't even be able to attend a good government-run junior high school.

"What did your uncle say?" Lin Ying asked.

"Your uncle was jumping up and down in panic on the phone," Lin Lanying sighed. "The hair salons in Mong Kok are busiest during the summer holidays, with wealthy ladies getting their hair permed every day. Your aunt is busy with beauty treatments and helping out, so she can't take care of Yueyue at all. Originally, they planned to send Yueyue back to the New Territories to be looked after by your grandfather, as is the old custom. But with her grades now, sending her back to the village would mean two months of crazy fun, and she'd fall even further behind when school starts."

Lin Lanying glanced at Lin Ying, then at Lin Qian, who was listening intently beside her: "Your uncle asked if it's possible to send Yueyue to Taikoo City during the day. You and Qian can tutor her."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qian looked on in disbelief: "Mommy, I'm already catching up on the problems my older sister left me, and I still have to help Yueyue with them?"

"What do you know! You're in the same grade as her. If you explain the problems to her, you can review them yourself at the same time!" Lin Lanying glared at him, then looked at her eldest daughter with some hesitation. "Aying, you've been so busy writing the script these past few days. If you find it noisy, I'll push your uncle away."

Lin Ying shook her head: "Mommy, no need to push. Let Uncle bring it over."

"Will it really work?"

"Okay. Anyway, I'll keep an eye on Ah Qian's homework. It's all the same whether I'm herding one sheep or two." Lin Ying took a sip of water. "If we wait until he's in fifth grade to start taking care of him, then it will really be too late."

Lin Lanying immediately breathed a sigh of relief and shouted into the microphone, "Yaoying, Aying said it's okay, bring her over tomorrow. Remember, bring the test papers and books together, don't just bring the person! Also, you need to give her a good talking-to."

Nine o'clock the next morning.

The doorbell rang; Lin Yaoying stood outside the door with Lin Yue, who was carrying a pink backpack.

Lin Yue, who is usually like a chattering little sparrow in front of her relatives, was as listless as a frostbitten eggplant today, with her head down and her hands tightly gripping the straps of her schoolbag.

"Auntie, Grandma, Sister, Brother Qian," Lin Yue greeted each person as she entered the room.

Lin Yaoying placed a large stack of crumpled exam papers and exercise books on the coffee table. The usually top editor of Mong Kok was now filled with embarrassment and guilt: "Big sister, Ah Ying, I'm so sorry. I know you've been busy moving into your new house, and Ah Ying has to write plays, but Yueyue's grades... Ah Hui and I couldn't sleep for two nights after seeing them."

Lin Lanying poured him a glass of water: "We're family, why are you speaking like that? Sit down."

Lin Yaoying patted Lin Yue's head and sighed, "It's not that I don't want you to stay at home, it's that I'm afraid you won't even pass the Form 5 exam. If you don't study hard, you won't even be able to understand the barbershop's ledgers."

"Old Dou, I will listen to my older sister," Lin Yue said earnestly to her father.

Lin Yaoying was in a hurry to get back to Mong Kok to open her shop, so she dropped off the person and left in a hurry.

Lin Ying asked Lin Yue to sit at the large dining table, and then called Lin Qian over, and the two sat facing each other.