Starting on Hong Kong Island: I Gathered a Bunch of Bosses at the Dock

As soon as Xu Jingshan opened his eyes, he fell from the business world of the 21st century into the old Hong Kong of 1958. He has no background, no relatives, no backing, only a pair of hands soaked by sea water, torn by hemp rope, and a brain that is better at settling accounts than most people in this era. During the day, he carried sacks, moved foreign goods, and looked at the foreman's face at the dock; at night, he stared at warehouse receipts, cargo damage, water pumping, and other shady side businesses, and he understood the real rules of this Hong Kong island bit by bit. The most valuable thing here is never the goods. Whose hand did the goods come in from, whose dock passed through it, who took the blame, and who pretended not to see it. Xu Jingshan doesn't want to be a hero, nor is he interested in being a savior. He just wants to grab the first pot of gold in his hands first, and then use money to buy favors, use favors to change his way, and use his way to touch those names standing on the cusp of Hong Kong Island. Wu Shihao hadn't really gained momentum yet, and Lei Luo hadn't yet reached the position he would later occupy. Many people still have just a name on the street, a face on the dock, and a leg outside the embassy. And Xu Jingshan knew that once these people really grew up, most people in this city wouldn't even be worthy of carrying their shoes. So he had to get ahead of the storm and turn himself into a member of the game. Start with a bag of damp white flour. Starting with a dirty sum of money, but enough to turn him around.