Chapter 1
"Sweet soup girl, wake up."
"Oh, it's pitiful, these gangsters are too harsh."
"If they beat someone unconscious and run away, they will be struck by thunder."
Kowloon Temple Street is busy with traffic and signs. The sound store is playing Beyond's Glorious Years. The background music passes through this busiest street in Hong Kong. Stalls selling sundries and snacks are one after another.
It's five o'clock in the afternoon, when Hong Kong citizens are about to get off work, and it's the most prosperous time for business. Several stall owners can't take care of the business. They gather together and look at the unconscious girl in the sweet soup stall anxiously.
"Wake up, wake up!" The owner of Zhang's Tea Restaurant shouted.
Chu Yueqing slowly opened her eyes, and the voice was noisy and clamorous. She looked at the heads that were rushing over her head, and her mind went blank for a moment.
Where is this?
She clearly remembered that she was helping the country suppress the ghost energy and prevent the ghosts from reviving just a second ago. In order to completely shut down the ghost energy, she and her fellow disciples from Xuanmen finally dedicated themselves to the Great Dao.
Could it be that she is not dead?
Before Chu Yueqing could wonder for too long, she soon received a memory.
It turned out that this was a romance novel about Hong Kong, and the title of the book was "The Sweet Favor of the Hong Kong Boss". The original owner was not a significant character, not even a passerby, and at this moment, the cannon fodder was offline.
The original owner was from Xiangcheng. After her mother passed away, she took her sister to live with her father who started a business in Hong Kong, but she found that her father had already had another home in Hong Kong without her mother's knowledge.
The original owner did not recognize his father and left with his sister, but stayed in Hong Kong for many reasons. In order to support his sister, the original owner started working in a restaurant. After saving money for a few months, he heard that setting up a stall was profitable, so he set up a stall with the sugar water skills he learned in the restaurant.
Not long after paying his sister's tuition, the landlord came to ask for rent. If the rent is not paid tonight, the two will be driven out of the house and live on the street.
The original owner expected that the money from selling sugar water tonight could pay half of the rent, but he didn't expect to meet a group of gangsters who wanted to collect protection money. The money was robbed, and during the fight, the original owner was pushed down and injured in the head, which led to his death.
Boss Zhang Ji was very worried when he saw that Chu Yuening didn't speak for a long time: "Did you fall into a stupor? Or should you send her to the hospital?"
The other person spoke in Cantonese.
Chu Yuening vaguely understood the words and touched the ten dollars left in her trouser pocket. When she heard that she was about to be sent to the hospital, she was frightened and blurted out subconsciously.
"I won't go, I'm fine."
He was afraid of being sent to the hospital to pay the medical bills.
She didn't dare to lie down anymore, so she stood up on her hands and knees and smiled at the stall owners who were watching. "Look, everyone, I'm fine."
After Chu Yuening finished speaking, she jumped on the spot twice.
"It's best if it's okay." The owner of Zhang Ji Restaurant confirmed that Chu Yuening was okay before waving everyone to disperse.
"Disperse, everyone, continue to work."
Several stall owners then returned to their respective stalls.
After the venue was empty.
Chu Yueqing saw the mess on the ground. The ingredients for making sweet water, such as sweet potatoes, papayas, and milk, were scattered all over the ground. The taro that took a lot of effort to cook was also trampled into a mess, with large chunks stuck to the concrete floor.
In order to make more money, the original owner bought more ingredients for the sweet water than usual and prepared it all night. At present, not even one-third of it has been sold, and the money for rent has also been taken away. Chu Yueqing covered his forehead and felt very headache.
Do I really have to sleep on the street tonight?
"Are you really okay?" The person who spoke was Lin Jiahua, who was selling milk jelly at the stall next door. He pulled his red and yellow striped apron crookedly, and there was a dark spot under his silver glasses. This was because he was beaten by gangsters when he helped the original owner rob money.
"It's okay." Chu Yueqing tidied up the hem of her T-shirt that was soaked with sugar water, borrowed a broom from the boss Zhang Ji, swept up the materials on the ground and dumped them into the trash can, and was still worried after sweeping.
"But, it's worse for the sugar water to have problems than for me."
Lin Jiahua and Chu Yueqing were of similar age, and they were neighbors, so they had always had a good relationship. Knowing that Chu Yueqing was troubled by rent, he took out some scattered Hong Kong dollars from the plastic basket.
"I have 150 yuan here, you take it first."
Chu Yueqing wiped the sweet soup on the cart and shook her head to refuse: "Forget it, you have a family waiting for dinner in your house."
The original owner looked for the cheapest house in Hong Kong, and only the house in Sham Shui Po (bu) was economical. 20 square meters, but it also cost 1500 yuan a month.
150 yuan is a drop in the bucket, it is better to let Lin Jiahua keep it.
Lin Jiahua thought about it and insisted on giving 150 yuan to Chu Yueqing, helping him to think of a solution, "How about this, you take the money and buy some more goods. There are many people at night, so you don't have to sell sweet soup, sell some children's toys. I will give you the turnover tonight." It takes
time to prepare the ingredients for the sweet soup, and children's toys are cheap, so they can be bought and sold immediately. At this critical moment, every bit of money is worth it.
Chu Yueqing understood Lin Jiahua's good intentions, but even if she doubled the toys she bought, the money she earned would not be enough to pay half of the rent. It was her old profession...
She was a genius in the Taoist school, fortune-telling and feng shui, and she was very good in the 21st century. There was no reason why she would starve to death if she moved to another place.
The more Chu Yueqing thought about it, the more she thought it was feasible. She looked at Lin Jiahua with bright eyes, "Ah Hua, do you have any pens at your stall?"
"Pen? Of course." Lin Jiahua turned to the stall, bent down to search and finally picked up a black marker. He handed it to Chu Yueqing, a little curious, "What are you going to do?"
Chu Yueqing didn't have time to answer. She quickly wiped the dessert cart clean, put all the bottles and jars under the cart on the production table, took out the cardboard that originally supported the food jars, put it on the ground, and opened the marker cap.
Swish -
she wrote two big words on the cardboard: fortune-telling, feng shui.
Lin Jiahua looked over in disbelief: "You know fortune-telling and feng shui? I've never heard you talk about it."
"I know a little bit." Chu Yueqing originally wanted to be polite, but then she remembered that fortune-telling and feng shui are most taboo to be hesitant. Now is not the time to be humble as in her previous life in Xuanmen. She straightened her chest and immediately changed her words, "No, I am very good at it. I am very good at it."
The girl's confident look infected Lin Jiahua. He was originally worried that Chu Yueqing would be depressed, but it seems that she is stronger than he thought.
"Okay, then I wish you a fruitful harvest tonight."
"Thank you."
Chu Yueqing leaned the cardboard against the cart, walked across the street to confirm that the font was large and eye-catching, and then walked back to the stall to sit down.
Cars were coming and going. The audio shop played Andy Lau after Beyond. Hong Kong people who were leaving work passed by one after another.
People who were originally rushing over with cardboards shook their heads and left after seeing Chu Yueqing's young face.
Chu Yueqing has been a member of a Xuanmen family since she was a child. In her previous life, she calculated that a life was worth a million, and setting up a Feng Shui plan was worth tens of millions. She has never lacked customers, and has never experienced such a setback.
"It's really hard to start over again."
Chu Yueqing looked up and sighed.
Suddenly, a shout caught her attention.
"Uncle Jian, Aunt Fen, are you out buying something?"
Chu Yue looked in the direction of the voice and saw a middle-aged couple supporting each other standing at the cart noodle stall opposite. The middle-aged man had a hunched back and his skinny hands dangled under his loose striped shirt. He said in a muffled voice, "Two servings of cart noodles,
please." Chu Yue couldn't help but take a closer look and think.
Cart noodles are street food. How could a well-dressed couple eat such cheap fast food at mealtime?
"Uncle Jian is my old neighbor." Lin Jiahua saw Chu Yuening staring at the two of them and said to herself, "Don't look at Uncle Jian's appearance now. When he was young, he was very majestic and stylish. He was a policeman in the Kowloon Crime Unit. When he was young, he helped the strong and the weak, cracked many major cases, and did many charities. After retirement, he has a pension, and his life is easy. Who would have thought..."
Chu Yuening took over: "Who would have thought that his daughter was killed."
"Huh?" Lin Jiahua was startled, "You know what? But his daughter was not killed, but died accidentally."
Uncle Jian took the packed car noodles and turned around. Only then did Chu Yuening see clearly that his eyes were black. As he walked in the direction, the black energy spread little by little, and soon engulfed half of the couple's bodies.
When passing by a candy stall.
Chu Yuening suddenly asked.
"Uncle Jian, you should have enjoyed the blessings of your daughter and grandchildren in your later years, but now you have ended up like this. Do you want to know how your daughter died?"