In Hong Kong Island in 1982, the neon lights were beginning to appear, and people were in a state of drunkenness and wealth.
This is a paradise for adventurers and a purgatory for ordinary people.
Lin Chen pushed a squeaking cattle cart through the streets of Yau Ma Tei.
The air is mixed with the aroma of beef offal, the salty smell of sea water and the smell of sweat. In your ears you can hear the cries of vendors, the jingle of trams and the noise of young and Dangerous boys.
He remembers all the opportunities in this golden age, and also remembers the Hong Kong goddesses who stunned the entire era.
The business of the beef offal stall is getting better and better, and Lin Chen wants to print some posters and shoot a simple street advertisement to let more people know about his offal.
I happened to see a girl in a white shirt auditioning.
The sun shone on her face through the window, clean and bright. It was Li Mitao who had just joined the industry and was still filming small commercials.
The simple but sincere advertisement for beef offal became popular in the streets and alleys, and Li Mitao's smile was engraved in the hearts of all Hong Kong people.
Lin Chen helped her get rid of her oppressive agent, tailor-made advertisements and scripts for her, and helped her step by step from a young part-time model to a well-known beauty boss.
As for himself, he seized every opportunity given by the times and grew from a street bastard to a business tycoon that influenced the economy of Hong Kong Island.
He witnessed the golden years of Hong Kong movies and participated in the economic development of Hong Kong Island.
Many years later, when the five-star red flag was rising over Hong Kong, Lin Chen held Li Lizhen's hand and stood on the Peak of Victoria Peak, with tears in her eyes.
"The two luckiest things in my life are: one is to be reborn in this magnificent era, and the other is to meet that girl whose smile is brighter than the sun."
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Come on, don't be short and weak
Fireworks, human affairs. The writing is delicate and beautiful!
Come on, don't be short and weak
Fireworks, human affairs. The writing is delicate and beautiful!