Rebirth: Rising Hong Kong

"Who is he?"

"What is he talking about?!"

"What Shikipwei people want to drink water?"

Everyone in the audience looked at Shi Zhijian on the stage in astonishment.

Shao Daheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he admires Shi Zhijian very much, his appreciation does not mean that Shi Zhijian can act recklessly.

But suddenly, Shao Daheng seemed to think of something, couldn't help his pupils shrink, looked at Shi Zhijian again, and went through Shi Zhijian's words and deeds from beginning to end in his mind.

If he has been planning for a long time and has been acting from the very beginning, all the rhetoric about Hong Kong movies are false, all of them are smoke bombs with hidden intentions to let everyone relax their vigilance, and the real purpose is to get on the stage this second, then This young man was too scary.

Zou Wenhuai also breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Shi Zhijian said these words, not "The One-Armed Swordsman is mine!"

Zhou Duwen, who was standing not far behind Shi Zhijian, was a little disappointed. How good his reaction was just now. Shi Zhijian came to the stage to grab the microphone, how panicked and innocent he appeared, but Shi Zhijian, who fluttered on the street, actually said such a frivolous thing.

Zhou Duwen has always been very jealous of Zou Wenhuai. This time, he finally took advantage of Zou Wenhuai's big mistake and seized his position as production manager.

Zhou Duwen knew his abilities, and compared with Zou Wenhuai, he was lacking in both courage and energy.

So Zhou Duwen also knew very well that this time Zou Wenhuai was put into the cold palace by Shao Daheng was only temporary. As long as Shao Daheng was in a better mood, or if Zou Wenhuai was obedient and obedient, he would be able to resume his post soon, and he, It's just a few days acting as the prince.

In order to really sit down in this seat, in order to truly become the second-in-command of Shaw Brothers, Zhou Duwen had to step on Zou Wenhuai no matter what, so that he would never turn over.

It is a good opportunity for Shi Zhijian to take the stage to **** the microphone. If Shi Zhijian suddenly announced that the play "One-Armed Swordsman" was bought out by him at this time, Shao Daheng would lose face, and Zou Wenhuai would also be blamed, killing two birds with one stone. Not for?

But now, Shi Zhijian said, "Shek Kipwei people want to drink water." What the **** is this? !

In addition to those big figures and stars, there are countless media at the scene.

The media's sense of smell has always been very sensitive. Suddenly, a person appeared, and suddenly said such a sentence, what secret was hidden in it, which immediately aroused the interest of countless people.

Crackling!

The spotlight flashes!

Filmed this scene on stage.

Some reporters couldn't wait to pick up pens and write down the words "Shek Kipwei people want to drink water" on it, as if these words were some kind of Morse code, full of magical mysteries.

Looking at Shi Zhijian on the stage again, after saying what he said just now, he shook his body a little, as if he had drunk too much and looked slightly drunk.

"Sorry, I drank too much!" Shi Zhijian turned around and put the microphone in his hand back to Zhou Duwen, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Thank you!"

Zhou Duwen was startled and said in his heart what are you thanking me for? Suddenly realized that Shi Zhijian had sinister intentions, making him look like his accomplice.

Shi Zhijian turned around and got off the stage. Because of being "drunk", he stumbled and almost fell.

Zheng Shaoqiu hurried up to help.

Shi Zhijian waved to everyone, "I'm sorry, I'm really drunk! Qiu Zai, help me home!"

Zheng Shaoqiu helped him walk outside, complaining, "If you don't have enough alcohol, don't drink so much! Look at what you look like now, you're embarrassing!"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Shi Zhijian left the banquet hall, but the real drama had just begun.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Bai Ligao, senior consultant of the Water Supplies Department?"

"Excuse me, Mr. Bai Ligao, what do you think about the lack of water in Shek Kip Mei?"

Those media reporters are all thieves, and suddenly "discovered" that there are senior officials of the Water Supplies Department among the guests attending the banquet tonight.

Berrigao, a native of Birmingham, England.

Aged 48 this year, a year ago he was a senior advisor to the British Water Supplies Department in Hong Kong.

"I will investigate this issue carefully!"

"Thank you for your attention to our work! I will definitely give an answer tomorrow!"

Bai Ligao responded to every reporter's question very decently.

If it's a little out of line, or if he can't answer, he will use a "no comment" to prevaricate it.

But even so, those reporters still refused to let him go.

Bai Ligao was depressed. She thought that there would be nothing wrong with attending a banquet, but she didn't expect the fire to burn herself in the end.

Who is that young man?

Why did he mention Shek Kip Mei?

What the **** is going on here? !

…

Shi Zhijian was supported outside by Zheng Shaoqiu.

Zheng Shaoqiu was still nagging: "If you can't drink it, don't drink it, and no one is forcing you? Drinking so much will hurt your body! And what you said on stage just now, why can't I understand it?"

"It's okay if you don't understand, you should concentrate on studying your acting skills!" Shi Zhijian retracted his arm on Zheng Shaoqiu's shoulder.

"Uh, aren't you drunk?"

"When did I get drunk?"

Shi Zhijian's eyes were clear.

"Eh? Damn it!" Zheng Shaoqiu slapped his thigh, "I forgot to bring candy to the younger brothers!"

…

The next day.

Causeway Bay, Tanglou.

dong dong dong!

Someone knocked on the door outside Shi Zhijian's bedroom.

"Please come in!"

Shi Zhijian rubbed his eyes, raised the pillow he was resting on, and leaned on it.

Creak, the door opened.

Shi Yufeng walked in with her hair disheveled like a ghost.

"Ajian, I had a dream last night. In the dream, I donated the 30,000 yuan that I had saved for a long time."

Shi Yufeng sat next to Shi Zhijian's bed, her voice weak and deep.

Shi Zhijian stretched out his hand and lifted the long hair that covered the old sister's cheek, looked at Shi Yufeng's eyes, and said to her in a very positive tone: "No, you didn't dream! You did!"

Shi Yufeng shook her head, "I must not wake up, I am dreaming! Yes, I must be sleepwalking, otherwise why would I ask you such an idiot question. I want to go back to sleep, don't call me!"

Shi Yufeng slowly "floated" outside the door like a ghost.

Suddenly, a heart-piercing voice came: "My 30,000 yuan!"

Shi Zhijian got up, quickly found a ball of cotton, tore it in half, and stuffed it into his ear.

I didn't have breakfast this morning.

In the past, Shi Yufeng would be very active in cooking and making breakfast, for fear that going out to eat would waste money.

At this moment, she was sitting on the chair with dull eyes. When Shi Zhijian asked and there was no porridge to eat, she just pointed outside mechanically.

Helpless, Shi Zhijian had to take Bao'er downstairs and found a porridge shop nearby. He asked for a basket of barbecued pork buns, a basket of shrimp dumplings, and two bowls of preserved egg and lean meat porridge.

Bao'er was eating the barbecued pork bun, wiped her greasy little mouth with the back of her hand, raised her head and asked Shi Zhijian, "Why doesn't Mommy cook today?"

"She's in a bad mood." Shi Zhijian took a mouthful of porridge with the spoon, and flipped through today's Ming Pao with the other hand.

"Mom, why is she in a bad mood?"

"I lost my money."

"How much was lost?"

"Thirty thousand."

"How much is thirty thousand?"

"a lot of!"

Shi Zhijian looked away from the newspaper, UU reading www.uukanshu.com saw Bao'er staring at him with a greasy mouth, so he pulled a tissue to help her wipe her small mouth, and said, "I will use a tissue to wipe later, so that clean."

Bao'er nodded, opened his mouth and took a bite of the barbecued pork bun, and said, "Little uncle, what are you looking at?"

"read newspaper."

"Is the newspaper nice?"

"Well, it's beautiful!" Shi Zhijian turned the newspaper to today's "Editorial Review" section.

I saw a very blurry photo posted on it. In the photo, a ghost guy was surrounded by many reporters, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

Below the photo, there is a bold headline: Shek Kip Mei people, drink water!

Shi Zhijian smiled, dusted the newspaper with his fingers, folded it, then raised his head and said to Bao'er, "Newspapers are not only beautiful, but also useful!"

…

Hu Juncai received a call from Shi Zhijian early in the morning. Shi Zhijian only said two words: "Work!"

Hu Juncai, who knew what he was going to do, acted immediately, packed up the documents, and walked out of the law firm with his briefcase in his arms. He waved his hand to stop a rickshaw in the envious eyes of his fellow lawyers and walked away.

Song Zhaolun, the owner of the law firm, even used Hu Juncai to spur everyone: "Look at other talented people, and then look at you! They are also lawyers, and they also get a job! They go out to work every day and make more money than me! What about you, one What are you doing sitting here? Practicing bigu? Practicing the magic of sitting? Going to work!"