Hong Kong Entertainment 1979: A Beating Up the Manager at the Start

the next day.

Li Jiangbo, who had finally managed to get some rest, went to the stock exchange in Central early in the morning.

Two days ago, Fang Zhantang called him and told him that the stock market had been quite volatile recently, with prices falling to 5.3 yuan per share for several days. He asked him if he wanted to cut his losses.

This price is still 30 cents away from Li Jiangbo's liquidation line, but it's already very close.

Around nine o'clock, Li Jiangbo hurriedly got off the bus with his bag.

As soon as Li Jiangbo arrived near the exchange, he saw all sorts of people gathered at the entrance.

A boss wearing a gold chain, a white-collar worker in a suit, and even students in school uniforms...

The square was bustling with noise, and Li Jiangbo stood in the crowd listening to their discussions.

After a while, a loud sound resounded throughout the entire square.

"Business is open! Business is open!"

Li Jiangbo followed the flow of people into the trading hall, found a seat, and quietly listened to the sounds around him.

Brokers in red vests moved around the room, and buy and sell orders echoed in the hall.

"Cheung Kong Holdings! Sell! 5,000 shares! At what price? HK$5.20!"

As soon as the voice came out, Li Jiangbo stared intently at the trader who was quoting the price.

The trader hung up the phone, jogged to the trading board, found Cheung Kong Holdings' stock code 0001 on the large blackboard, erased the text below it, and wrote 5.2 on top.

Before I could finish writing, someone else shouted, "Ten thousand shares! Buy 0001 for five dollars a day!"

The trader simply wrote "5.5" below Cheung Kong Holdings.

"HSBC! Buy! 10,000 shares! HK$6.20!"

"Hutchison Whampoa! Buy! 20,000 shares! Eight dollars eight fen!"

As various voices rose and fell, the traders in vests moved back and forth in front of the large blackboard, with no time to rest.

As the stock price fluctuated, the crowd would move from one corner to the middle, and then to another corner.

"The stock market is still the same; foreign real estate is rising, while Chinese real estate is fluctuating."

"Hutchison's stock is still the most stable. I bought it for eight dollars ten days ago, and it's already gone up by eighty cents!"

"Ugh! I sold it for 8.4 yuan five days ago, I lost a fortune!"

......

In just one hour, the price of Cheung Kong Holdings shares that Li Jiangbo bought rose from HK$5.2 per share at the opening to HK$6, and then fell back to HK$5.5 per share.

Li Jiangbo's heart rose and fell with the stock price, a feeling like riding a roller coaster.

He actually quite liked this feeling. Based on his experience, the fluctuations in Cheung Kong Holdings' stock price should be considered a technical adjustment, not a genuine sell-off by major investors.

But he can't wait until September. Although he's currently filming "Shanghai Bund," he estimates that the series will be finished in about half a month, at which point he'll really be unemployed.

After thinking it over for a while, he mingled into the crowd and started asking around for information.

After making some inquiries, he learned that most retail investors buy stocks of foreign companies, since these stocks are very stable in terms of both rise and fall. Only people with capital buy stocks of Chinese companies, and those who do usually have inside information.

Time flies, and Li Jiangbo was still immersed in the changes in the stock market when a piercing bell rang in the hall.

"Market closed! Market closed!"

Upon hearing this, Li Jiangbo squeezed out of the crowd and walked towards the entrance of the trading hall.

By the time I got home, it was already 2 p.m.

Li Jiangbo ate something haphazardly and lay on the bed thinking about what else he could do.

If you're going to make music, you need to find an experienced person to guide you, otherwise, like in the simulation, you'll either be sidelined or exploited.

Suddenly, he slapped his forehead, a brilliant idea flashed into his mind: why not try writing a novel?

This is the lowest-cost business opportunity, and I'll need the copyrights to various novels for making movies in the future.

Besides, if a novel is well-written, its popularity will increase, and it can also make money!

Without hesitation, Li Jiangbo immediately accessed the system in his mind, spending 10 popularity points to simulate a year.

In February 1979, you decided to write a novel—"The World's Number One."

In April 1979, you had written 4 words of your novel, *The Number One Under Heaven*. You submitted the manuscript to Ming Pao, but the editor rejected it. Angered, you then submitted it to Sing Tao Daily, which accepted it, but required revisions.

In June 1979, after two months of revisions, your novel was accepted. The editor-in-chief, recognizing your newcomer status, signed you to a contract at 25 yuan per thousand words.

[In July 1979, your novel was published in the Sing Tao Daily, but received a lukewarm response.]

In August 1979, due to declining sales of the Sing Tao Daily, your novel was replaced by one by Ni Kuang.

[Simulation ended. Do you wish to claim your reward? Reward: "Those Things About the Ming Dynasty"]

Li Jiangbo was already used to his outrageous actions in the simulator.

But what he couldn't understand was why he chose to write "The World's Number One"?

This is a TV series, not a novel. It's a show that Wong Jing (Fatty) filmed around the turn of the millennium, and it was among the top 50 highest-rated TV dramas in mainland China back then!

At first glance, there seems to be no problem with writing this, but even a novice like Li Jiangbo knows how difficult it is to adapt a TV series into a novel.

Moreover, instead of plagiarizing so many good novels, he foolishly adapted them into TV series.

"You must have got your brain caught in a door!" Li Jiangbo blurted out in his Shaanxi dialect, "You son of a bitch!"

He then scratched his head and accepted the reward.

As before, Li Jiangbo was lulled to sleep by the simulator.

He slept for three hours until a knock came at the door, which woke him up.

Li Jiangbo opened the door, and there stood a middle-aged woman with a little girl standing next to her.

"Auntie, what's wrong?"

"Hello handsome, I just moved in today. I live right next door. Please take care of me from now on. Little girl, call me brother."

Li Jiangbo was a little confused; this new neighbor was far too enthusiastic.

The little girl standing nearby timidly called out, "Hello, brother, my name is Michele Monique Reis."

Li Jiangbo was taken aback when he heard this name; it sounded familiar! However, he didn't pay it any mind and smiled, saying, "Hello, hello."

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, the two parted ways. Li Jiangbo closed the door and walked to his desk.

Only then did he realize that this English name was none other than that of Li Jiaxin, the winner of the 88 Miss Hong Kong pageant!

Hong Kong is so small, you can bump into future stars everywhere you go!

Li Jiangbo has no interest in Li Jiaxin now, after all, she is only 9 years old!

Putting that matter aside, he began to recall the "Those Things of the Ming Dynasty" that were in his mind.

Li Jiangbo really liked this book in his previous life. When he first came across it, he wanted to make a movie about the Ming Dynasty. Unfortunately, he didn't have the skills before he transmigrated and spent his whole life making short films!

However, he was unsure whether the book would have a market in Hong Kong, given that it was about the Ming Dynasty.

The reasons for the uncertainty are quite simple: Hong Kong's geographical location, and the existence of many people who like to fawn over the Qing Dynasty and smear the Ming Dynasty.

Like Hu Jinquan, who later directed "Dragon Inn," and Jin Yong, who smuggled in his own personal opinions...

However, I'm just idling around anyway.

Li Jiangbo immediately took out paper and pen and began copying the book—or rather, writing it. After all, the book was in his mind, so he was in control.