After chatting with Rong Zhengen for a while, Rong Zhengen put down his tea cup and said, "Mr. Jiang, let Lao Zhang take you back first. I still have things to deal with."
Jiang Hua stood up, and Rong Zhengen took out a personal BB machine from his bag and handed it to him: "Can you use this BB call?"
Jiang Hua shook his head. He wasn't pretending, he really didn't know how to use it. In his previous life, when he was just about ten years old, the BB camera disappeared from the stage of history. He didn't know how to use it at all.
Rong Zhengen smiled and took out a manual and put it in Jiang Hua's hand: "I believe that with your intelligence, you will be able to use it soon."
Jiang Hua flipped through it casually, it was very simple, but he said with a smile: "Isn't there that kind of mobile phone? It's called Big Brother in Xiangjiang. Why didn't you, a boss like you, get it?"
Rong Zhengen chuckled: "That thing is heavier than a brick. I asked my assistant to hold it. It will be your job from now on."
"Understood, from now on I will be the one who carries the mobile phone for Mr. Rong."
Sitting in the car, Jiang Hua looked at Lao Zhang in front of him and asked: "Mr. Zhang, what do you think I should do first when I first arrive in Xiangjiang?"
Lao Zhang glanced in the rearview mirror: "You can just call me Lao Zhang. I think you should learn Cantonese as the first step."
Jiang Hua nodded, it's true, he has no problem with English and Mandarin, but in Cantonese, he really knows everything.
Lao Zhang took him to apply for a bank card. After Jiang Hua put the check into his account, he thought about whether to put the U.S. dollars in the account into his account, but he gave up because it felt a bit too eye-catching. Let's talk about it later.
Lao Zhang sent Jiang Hua to an apartment. It was a hotel-style apartment. The room was not big. It could be said that it was the most cramped house Jiang Hua had ever lived in. However, the facilities inside were all available and it was enough for one person to live in.
Lao Zhang handed Jiang Hua a note: "Jiang Sheng, if you want to use a car, you can call me. This is my pager number."
Jiang Hua smiled and said: "Thank you, Lao Zhang, but generally speaking I don't need a car. I just bought a traffic map. If I go out for personal matters, I will do it myself."
"Well, please pay more attention to your safety and call me at any time."
Lao Zhang opened the car and drove away. Jiang Hua lay on the bed for a while, then got up and took the traffic map to look at it. With his brain power, it was a matter of taking note of the traffic map.
By the time Jiang Hua wrote down the map, it was getting dark and his stomach was growling with hunger.
So he picked up his clothes, prepared to go out to eat something, and walked casually along the road. He didn't know how many turns he turned.
At this time, Jiang Hua saw a shop in front of him that was bustling with people and thought that the business must be so good, the taste must be good, so he subconsciously moved forward.
Through the glass, he could see an open kitchen, where a master chef was slicing chicken with a large kitchen knife.
Jiang Hua walked to the window to see what was delicious. At this time, the old vegetable chopping chef also saw Jiang Hua and took a look at him. He was wearing a suit and leather shoes, and he looked very talented.
The old master asked: "Young man, do you want to come for dinner?"
The old master's Cantonese was relatively simple and Jiang Hua understood it, so he nodded.
The old master smiled and said: "Let's go, the environment here is not suitable for people like you who wear suits and ties."
Jiang Hua asked curiously: "Why?"
As soon as the old master heard Jiang Hua speak Mandarin, he knew that he was not a native of Xiangjiang, so he said, "He's from the mainland?"
"yes."
"This is a cold shop. Look at the people inside. They are all from the Jianghu."
Jiang Hua turned around and took a look, and sure enough, these people all had big gold chains and small gold watches, and their arms were painted with dragons and phoenixes.
The old chef took a kitchen knife and started to chase people away: "Let's go, there is a tea restaurant further ahead, go and eat there, this is not suitable for you."
Jiang Hua then remembered a video he had seen before. It seemed that this kind of cold-blooded shop was indeed frequented by Master Dao'er during this time period.
Jiang Hua didn't mean to be afraid. Since the boss was doing his best and wouldn't welcome him, there was no need to force him. What's more, he pointed out the way and told him that there was a tea restaurant ahead.
Jiang Hua went to the tea restaurant as usual and ordered the classic dish rice in Hong Kong movies, mandarin duck milk tea, and two pineapple buns.
The taste is really good. Jiang Hua ate it with gusto. After paying the bill, he walked around on the street with a cup of frozen lemon tea. There were groups of idle young people everywhere on the street. But he didn’t see the blockbuster movie, Jiang Hua.
I bought a few changes of underwear and then slowly walked back to my apartment.
After returning to the apartment, I turned on the TV and watched TVB dramas while lying on the bed. It was a long time ago and it still felt familiar. Except that there was no mobile phone or computer, it seemed like I had returned to the time in my previous life.
While watching, Jiang Hua fell asleep and even forgot to turn off the TV.
In the morning, Jiang Hua was awakened by the noise outside the window. When he opened the window, he could see the busy traffic on the road.
In the 1980s, this was an era of rapid development in Xiangjiang. Nowadays, people in Xiangjiang pay attention to efficiency. Even walking on the road is very fast.
It was an energetic day. After Jiang Hua washed up, he put on the clothes he bought last night and walked out of the apartment. Apart from speaking Mandarin, he was no different from a local in Xiangjiang.
Today we will start to solve the language problem, and reading is the fastest way. Jiang Hua took a taxi to the nearest public library. After completing the procedures, he sat in the library and read books on Cantonese teaching.
Jiang Hua's learning ability is still very strong. After reading for a day, by the time the library closed for retreat, he could already talk to the administrator in half-familiar Cantonese.
It was a fruitful day. Jiang Hua stretched out in front of the library, thinking about where to go shopping.
Hearing people around talking about going to Temple Street for late-night snacks, Jiang Hua also remembered that it was said to be the busiest night market in Hong Kong and known as a civilian nightclub.
Yes, I also went to Temple Street. Jiang Hua stopped a taxi and told the driver in broken Cantonese to go to Temple Street.
The driver thought he was a jerk and secretly tampered with him. When Jiang Hua arrived at Temple Street, he paid a large sum of money for the taxi, which made Jiang Hua suspicious.
Jiang Hua asked the driver in a suspicious tone: "Did you take a detour for me?"
"Beautiful boy, you are so smart. How could I deceive you? You didn't even look at how far it is from where you got on the bus to here. That's how it is in Xiangjiang. The fare is very expensive. Otherwise, why would there be so many little
bar."
Before Jiang Hua could react, the driver stepped on the accelerator and flew away. At this moment, Jiang Hua became even more certain that he must have been killed by this old taxi driver.
But everyone has run away, so what can we do? We can only learn from each other and gain wisdom.
