Chapter 156: Quick Transmigration: Film & Television Multiverse Chapter 1: Matou

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Protagonist:

Lin Hao

When Lin Hao woke up, he only then discovered he was inside a two-story village house in Yuen Long — what Hong Kong people call a village house.

This village house looked like a two-story building at first glance, but its actual area was not large.

The layout downstairs was compact and orderly; the living room held a few slightly old sofas, and a few magazines of unknown vintage lay scattered on the coffee table in the middle.

On the kitchen stove, pots, pans, bowls, and utensils were placed in some disorder, as if someone had been busy preparing a meal here not long ago.

In the dining room, a not-large dining table stood against the wall, a few chairs placed casually around it, and some uncleared tableware remained on the table.

The bathroom door was half-closed, a faint scent of cleaning agent detectable. That small storage room was piled full of all kinds of clutter.

Going up the narrow stairs to the second floor, upstairs there were two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a study.

The bed in the bedroom looked rather thin, the quilt casually piled in a corner, a dim desk lamp on the bedside cabinet, its shade coated with a layer of dust.

On the bathroom washstand, toothpaste and toothbrushes lay haphazardly, the mirror had a few water stains, looking somewhat slovenly.

The study, however, had a different charm; bookshelves against the wall were packed with various books, some already yellowed, clearly years old, an antique writing desk placed before the window.

Going further up, reaching the roof, there was a small rooftop.

On the rooftop sat a few worn chairs and a small table; in a corner stood a few pots of somewhat withered flowers and plants, evidently untended for a long time.

Standing on the rooftop, one could overlook the not-large courtyard, about seventy or eighty square meters, the ground paved with stone slabs, weeds already growing in the gaps.

In one corner of the courtyard, some discarded wood was stacked; on the other side stood a small clothes rack, a few pieces of clothing swaying gently in the breeze, adding a touch of life to this slightly dilapidated courtyard.

Lin Hao looked at his residence in this world, fairly satisfied; according to the memories in his mind, this life's Lin Hao was still an orphan, eighteen this year, his father a local primary school teacher, his mother a housewife, both passed away two or three years ago, the books in the study were all left by his father, and after his father died this body never touched them again.

Lin Hao tried out his newly obtained Storage Space, thinking that in the future even during security checks he wouldn't have to worry about certain prohibited items being discovered, and the corner of Lin Hao's mouth couldn't help but curve upward slightly, revealing a smile.

Speaking of it, the original body had long been a member of the Hung Hing Society, yet after mixing around until now, he was still at the very bottom as a Matou — what everyone calls a 49er.

Every day's work was just collecting protection fees on their territory in Yuen Long, doing parking attendant work.

Although Yuen Long District is also part of Hong Kong, in many people's eyes it's just a countryside place, with no oil and water to scoop; in the Hung Hing Society it's even regarded as a marginal area, not even counting as a proper lodge.

In all of Yuen Long, Hung Hing's people totaled only fifty or so, and half of them were outer members — plainly put, just tagging along for the excitement, doing odd jobs.

Fortunately Yuen Long is relatively close to Kwai Tsing District; relying on Lodge Master Han Bin's looking after them, Hung Hing could barely gain a foothold here.

Lin Hao was immersed in these thoughts when he heard a burst of shouting from downstairs: "Hao Zai, what are you doing standing on the roof? Time to start work, don't dawdle!"

One listen and that voice was Fei Zai's; that loud voice could be heard clearly from far away.

Lin Hao hurried to the rooftop edge, looked down, and sure enough it was his childhood good brother Fei Zai.

Fei Zai's full name was Ye Fan; who knows what his parents, who only knew farming, were thinking at the time, giving him such a literary name, which doesn't match his burly appearance and usual conduct at all.

In Lin Hao's memory, Fei Zai was truly a lazy glutton, eyes lighting up at the sight of money, famously greedy, and also very lecherous; whenever he saw a beautiful woman his legs would turn to lead, unable to move, and because of this bad habit he had stirred up no small amount of trouble.

But this kid was absolutely loyal to the original body; at several life-and-death moments he had unhesitatingly blocked knives for the original body, and just for this Lin Hao regarded him as a blood brother from the bottom of his heart.

Every night, the two of them would follow A Xin working as parking attendants in the nightclub.

Don't look down on this parking job; in the eyes of those brothers who are also Matou, this counts as a plum assignment.

After all, the income is quite a bit higher than ordinary office workers, and every day they can hang around in a nightclub full of lights and wine, occasionally catching sight of dolled-up beauties, which counts as a small perk.

Lin Hao hurried downstairs, followed Fei Zai all the way to the Lai Ching Nightclub in his memory — that was their workplace.

When they arrived, their boss A Xin had already arrived early.

This Lai Ching Nightclub is no ordinary place; it is Lodge Master Han Bin's personal property in Kwai Tsing District.

Back in the day, A Xin had long followed Han Bin to make a living; at that time the two's relationship was pretty good.

But later after Han Bin defected to Hung Hing, for some reason a small conflict arose between the two.

Coincidentally A Xin's hometown was in Yuen Long, so he voluntarily stayed here, treating it as retirement.

Although they had a falling out with Han Bin, the old bond remained; Han Bin was still decent enough to give A Xin two-tenths of the nightclub's income, repaying his many years of following.

Lin Hao imitated Fei Zai's carefree manner, greeted A Xin with a beaming smile, then nimbly threw himself into the parking work.

Yuen Long, speaking of it, has some fame in Hong Kong, but if you talk about the number of nightclubs, there really aren't many — totaling less than ten.

Don't be fooled by the small number; each one is no simple matter, all firmly controlled by the major societies.

These societies are renowned existences in Hong Kong, their influence spreading to every corner.

Yet uniquely for this piece of land in Yuen Long, they all don't attach much importance.

Why? Isn't it because Yuen Long is like an uncultivated wasteland, with no oil and water to scoop?

Here is not like those bustling urban areas, with crowds coming and going, high consumer power, letting societies earn bowl-fulls from nightclubs.

Yuen Long's side has relatively less foot traffic, limited consumption levels, so in the society bigwigs' eyes, this is a dispensable marginal area.

Since it's a marginal area, those dispatched to Yuen Long are naturally the marginal figures within each major society.

These people originally had no status or say in the societies; daily they just do errands and odd jobs, or help watch venues and collect protection fees in Yuen Long's nightclubs.

But precisely because everyone knows there's no huge profit to fight over, daily they get along peacefully.

Even if occasional small conflicts arise, they won't escalate beyond resolution.

The usual practice is to set out a table of wine, everyone sits down and talks calmly, lays things out in the open, the matter passes, and they continue each doing their own work, maintaining this surface calm.