Chapter 192 [Small means, small accidents]

How do you describe the city of HK?

Probably because of childhood filters and the influence of massive Hong Kong movies, many young people in the mainland are full of beautiful yearning for this place.

But in fact, that's all it really takes.

The streets are very narrow, and most of them are just two lanes in each direction. The distance between the buildings is very close, and it is as depressing as a pigeon cage.

However, the streets are very clean, and when walking on the road, from time to time you can see police officers wearing uniforms patrolling as shown in Hong Kong movies.

But Chen Nuo didn't like this place very much.

If you include his previous life, Chen Nuo has been to this city many times.

I always feel that there are many people in HK with a strange mentality. When you meet locals, as long as you speak Mandarin and not Cantonese, you will feel that the other person has a vague feeling of being superior to you.

Even when eating in a restaurant, the waiters don't have a nice face.

This sense of superiority has a historical origin.

In the 1990s, the economic level of Hong Kong far exceeded that of the Mainland. The monthly income of an ordinary person in Hong Kong could reach more than 10,000 Hong Kong dollars.

In those days, a truck driver in Hong Kong could move to a place like SZ to raise a second house at an affordable price.

You have to know what it was like in the 1990s. In first- and second-tier cities in the mainland, the average monthly salary was only a few hundred yuan.

But two thousand years later, this gap was shrinking at a rapid rate! Before Chen Nuo was reborn and returned, HK's economy had already declined severely. Due to the shift in economic focus, its position in the regional economy had been greatly weakened.

But now, it's 2001.

It’s still a time when the sense of superiority is very strong.

Chen Nuo and his party were too lazy to have breakfast at the hotel in the morning, so they went out, walked along Canton Road, and randomly found a tea restaurant for dinner.

The group's attire was obviously that of mainland tourists, mainly two guys, Brother Lei and Zhu Dazhi.

The two of them follow the standard attire of mainland men in this era: wearing a T-shirt and tucking the hem of the shirt into their pants. They also have a mobile phone case hanging on their belt.

It looks like a straight plate, but it's actually very rustic.

Chen Nuo didn't pay attention to this, and he didn't deliberately correct the clothes of Brother Lei and others.

In his opinion, whether a person is confident or not has nothing to do with what you wear.

Gang Leader Qiao wears a Tulabaji T-shirt every time he holds a press conference, and he is equally dazzling.

There is no need to deliberately imitate other people's attire just to accommodate their discriminatory gaze.

When we were at the tea restaurant, the waiter's attitude was obviously cold and impatient. Especially when Brother Lei and Zhu Dazhi were looking at the menu with great interest, flipping back and forth to make selections, the waiter just stood there with the pencil in his hand.

He tapped the table impatiently, with a disgusted expression on his face.

He also muttered something in Cantonese.

Although I didn't understand it, it was obviously not a good thing.

Zhu Dazhi was a stickler and didn't notice the other person's expression at all.

Brother Lei, a smart man, noticed it and looked a little unhappy. He couldn't understand what the waiter said, but he heard one word.

Yankee.

Just when Brother Lei was about to glare and lose his temper, Chen Nuo patted the back of his hand and suppressed it.

Chen Nuo raised his head and quickly told the waiter the names of several dishes: "Three servings of pork bone noodles, two servings of rice rolls, two servings of double skin milk, and five cups of milk tea with ice."

Chen Nuo speaks Mandarin.

Either he can't speak Cantonese or he doesn't want to.

Not used to it!

The waiter then left impatiently.

"You're stupid. You're eating in a restaurant and you get angry with the waiter before the food is served. Are you not afraid of spitting in your food?"

Chen Nuo looked at Brother Lei with a smile.

Brother Lei was a little unhappy: "Damn, what a temper. I am a customer, not a beggar."

"It's normal. The locals now look down on mainland tourists and think we are poor."

"ha?"

Chen Nuo smiled and looked at the waiter: "Do you know how much a waiter can earn in a month working here?"

Without waiting for Brother Lei to guess, Chen Nuo smiled and said: "This kind of store in this location has a good business... a month's salary is over 10,000 Hong Kong dollars."

"Fuck!" Brother Lei's eyes widened.

Ten thousand?!

In Jinling, a civil servant who is envied by everyone only earns a monthly salary of one thousand!

Brother Lei pays the salespersons in his store a salary of 500 plus commission, which is quite conscientious.

In HK, a waiter’s monthly salary is over 10,000?!

"It's different." Chen Nuo shook his head and said, "If this money is spent in the mainland, it will naturally be a lot of money.

In HK, these people actually live a very hard life.

These waiters are all at the bottom. Maybe several members of the family are living in village houses, and even public housing has to wait. Public housing is probably equivalent to the affordable housing here, but here the government rents it to the people at very low prices.

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And it won’t be your turn, and you may have to wait ten years.

There is a word here called boring house, which is usually a room where several members of a family live, and the area of ​​a room may be only seven or eight square meters.

Many people with a monthly salary of tens of thousands are actually poor people here, and their living quarters are no different from pigeon cages."

After a pause, Chen Nuo smiled and said: "Brother Lei, how big is your house in Jinling?"

Brother Lei was a little embarrassed: "Well... it's about 100 square meters. I bought it two years ago to get married."

"One hundred square meters, in Hong Kong, is called a thousand-foot mansion."

"Let me go, is HK so stubborn?"

"Yes, the place is small, resource monopoly is severe, inflation is also severe, and prices are exaggeratedly high."

As he said that, Chen Nuo pointed to the menu: "You saw how expensive the food was when you ordered it. It's just an ordinary roadside tea restaurant, and the ordinary food for the few of us costs hundreds."

In our place, it’s just one month’s salary per person.”

Brother Lei calculated the price and the monthly salary of tens of thousands, and instantly felt that these HK people are simply miserable...

The salary figure is high, but the local purchasing power is low.

These topics were too complicated and a bit sensitive. After the waiter brought the meal, Chen Nuo stopped talking about it.

He brought a bowl of Shuangpi Nai to Song Qiaoyun and said with a smile: "Master, please try this."

Then he gave the other bowl to Xiaoye.

·

Money is actually currency to be precise, and it depends on purchasing power.

Numbers are meaningless.

People in HK have a monthly salary of 20,000 yuan, so buying a bottle of mineral water costs 10.8 yuan, and eating a bowl of noodles costs 50 yuan.

It costs three to five thousand to rent a room of seven or eight square meters.

What kind of happy experience is there?

·

When we returned to the hotel, Lao Jiang was still resting in the room.

Teacher Jiang had made up his mind not to go out. He was breathing in his inner breath in the room and adjusting his condition to prepare for the battle.

Chen Nuo bought a takeaway and brought it back to Song Qiaoyun.

That Song Zhicun didn't show up, and no one from the Song family came either. I don't know whether it was because of martial ethics, not disturbing the opponent before the competition, or because of other disdainful thoughts. It might be a combination of both.

Chen Nuo asked Song Qiaoyun, and the time for the competition was set for two days later, at the so-called flagship store of the Song family's martial arts gym in Hong Kong.

After asking these questions, Chen Nuo felt relieved for the time being.

So, for the next two days, I simply relaxed my mind and took Xiao Yezi, Haonan, brother Lei, and Zhu Dazhi around HK every day.

The Dongtian Club's car became their special car, and it was convenient to use anyway.

Brother Lei and Zhu Dazhi visited all the holy places for Hong Kong movies they wanted to visit.

What Causeway Bay, what Tsim Sha Tsui, what Temple Street...

result……

"Damn it, it's really better not to go. The streets are dilapidated, old and narrow, hey!"
To be continued...