Although Tiu Keng Ling is located in a wilderness, the community is densely populated.
When the Hong Kong government drove them from Mount Sinking to Tiu Keng Ling, there were tens of thousands of veterans and their families. The Hong Kong government thought that the Taiwanese authorities would pick them up soon, so it only regarded Tiu Keng Ling as a
A temporary refugee settlement.
As a result, two years later, the Hong Kong government found that the Taiwan authorities had no response to these veterans, and immediately terminated their refugee relief, trying to force Taiwan to come over to pick them up quickly. Just when the refugees in Tiu Keng Ling were about to starve to death
, the Taiwan rescue organization and the Hong Kong church took action to provide them with some appropriate help and helped them survive the most difficult days.
Perhaps because of the grace of survival, the residents of Tiu Keng Ling are very pro-Taiwanese, and most of them are religious. They are jokingly called "milk powder believers" by outsiders - the church often distributes milk powder to them.
The refugees in Tiu Keng Ling have been living here for more than ten years. The Hong Kong government, under certain political pressure, finally provided them with water and electricity and recognized their identity as Hong Kong people.
Wen Bixia walked in the front, walking quickly on the uphill stone path, looking back from time to time to look at Kang Jianfei and Principal Lin behind her. In fact, she was not thinking about making money as a star, and she was eager to go home and change out of her pants.
The pants were old and torn. They were worn by her two older sisters before. They were just worn at school. Now in front of Kang Jianfei, the boss of the film company, Wen Bixia always felt that these pants were embarrassing to her.
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Principal Lin pointed at these stone steps and said: "Mr. Kang, don't look at this place as too crude. Everything was built by us ourselves. These stone steps were also hammered out by us refugees back then."
Kang Jianfei smiled and praised: "Well, it's great. The residents of Tiujingling are very united, otherwise they wouldn't be able to build these stone steps."
"Of course," Principal Lam said proudly, "in the whole of Hong Kong, we in Tiu Keng Ling are the most united. If you want to do something, you just have to stand up and shout, and a hundred thousand people will be of one mind and do it! Back then we
When I was still living in an oil-paper shack, I took matters into my own hands and built 11 schools within three years. Because the teaching was free, students from even the New Territories came here to board and study at Tiu Keng Ling.
We people in Tiu Keng Ling usually help each other and have very noble sentiments..."
Suddenly, Principal Lin's voice stopped abruptly, and he stared angrily at the person on the roadside in front of him.
This man was about forty or fifty years old. He must have been a veteran in the past. He was peeing shirtless on the roadside. When he saw the little girl Wen Bixia coming, he didn't shy away. He was whistling while peeing, with a very expressive expression.
To be free and comfortable.
After the veteran returned to the house, Principal Lin said awkwardly: "Mr. Kang, he is a rough man and his behavior is not very civilized. Don't take it to heart. Most of us in Diaojingling are still very polite."
Kang Jianfei glanced at the shacks on the roadside and said: "I don't think this has anything to do with civilization or barbarism. It's just a problem of lagging social development. If he had a bathroom at home, he would definitely not urinate in the street. I want everyone in Diaojingling
It is very simple for everyone to urinate in a civilized manner, as long as every household has a bathroom. This is what the Hong Kong government needs to consider."
When Principal Lin heard this, he felt that Mr. Kang had considered the problem very highly, and he sincerely affirmed: "Mr. Kang is right, Tiu Keng Leng is indeed too poor. We are third-class citizens in Hong Kong, and we are better off than smuggling from Vietnam or the mainland."
It’s worse than anyone who came here.”
The two of them climbed the slope for more than ten minutes before finally arriving at Wen Bixia's house.
This is a simple wooden house. The interior of the house is very dark, and the floor is uneven. The entire house has an area of 30 square meters at most, but it houses nine people, and the only electrical appliance in the house is a light. Don't say anything.
There are no refrigerators, TVs, or even electric fans.
Wen Bixia seemed embarrassed to invite them into such a shabby room, so she moved two small benches outside the door and said, "Mr. Kang, Principal Lin, please sit down."
"Thank you." Kang Jianfei sat down unceremoniously, but saw two children of several years old running out of the room, looking at Kang Jianfei in a neat suit with curiosity.
Soon a woman came out of the house. She already had white hair on her temples. She saw Principal Lin sitting outside the house and asked hurriedly: "Mr. Lin, is my Biyu getting into trouble again?"
Principal Lin smiled and said: "It's not a trouble, it's a good thing. This is Boss Kang from Oriental DreamWorks Film Company. He is going to come to our school to make a movie, and he happens to have his eye on your Biyu, and he wants Biyu to be the heroine."
Kang Jianfei stood up and shook hands with the woman and said: "Hello, Mrs. Wen. I think your daughter has a good image and want to make her a movie star. Because she is still underage, her parents must represent her when signing the contract, so today
I will take the liberty of visiting.”
As soon as Wen's mother shook Kang Jianfei's hands, she immediately realized that her hands were dirty. She immediately pulled them back and asked, "Boss, is it true that you can't go to school if you go to film a movie?"
Kang Jianfei said: "How could it be? If Biyu is really popular, she can transfer to other better schools and study while filming. Haha, Principal Lin, don't be angry. I'm not saying that Diaojingling Middle School is not good. After all, this is
Transportation along the border is too inconvenient.”
"That's good. Mr. Kang will have to worry more about it in the future." Mother Wen didn't ask further. Because her family was too poor, she was actually quite happy for her daughter to make money. I heard that she could study while making money, which would make her even happier.
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Because Kang Jianfei was brought by Principal Lin, Wen's mother was not worried that he was a liar. She was about to call her daughter over and ask Wen Bixia to listen to Kang Jianfei's words later, but she found that her daughter was missing.
Only a minute or two later, Wen Bixia ran out of the house again. Her worn trousers had been changed, and she was standing under the eaves in a floral skirt with a smile.
It is already mid-November, and although the winter in Hong Kong is not too cold, it is really not the time to wear skirts.
Wen Bixia's actions revealed two pieces of information: first, she did not have a decent set of clothes and only this skirt could be worn out; second, this little girl was really shameless and had a strong vanity.
Kang Jianfei took out the contract he had prepared in advance from his bag and said, "Mrs. Wen, this is it. This filming will take about a month. Because your daughter is a newcomer, the salary is only 3,000 yuan..."
"3,000 yuan?" Mother Wen cried out in shock.
Because Tiu Keng Ling is too remote, unless you go out to work, you can only make a living growing food and vegetables, and making some handicrafts to support your family. 3,000 yuan is equivalent to Wen Bixia's family's cash income for a year.
"Where's the 3,000 yuan?" A bearded man ran out of the house. He didn't even wipe the shit out of the corners of his eyes. He must have been sleeping.
Principal Lin leaned into Kang Jianfei's ear and said, "This is Wen Biyu's father. He was also a veteran. This man gambles and drinks excessively. You must not give him any money."
Kang Jianfei liked people with fatal weaknesses. He smiled at Father Wen and said, "Hello, Mr. Wen, I am the boss of a film company. I would like to hire your daughter Wen Biyu to film a movie. The salary is 3,000 yuan."
"Is there really 3,000 yuan?" Father Wen's eyes lit up, then he spread his hands and said, "Give it to me quickly, I am her father, and the money she earns is mine."
Kang Jianfei said: "Don't worry, we have to sign this contract first. This contract must be signed by Biyu's guardian."
"I'll sign it," Wen's father said impatiently. Without reading the terms of the contract, he grabbed a pen and signed his name in the place designated by Kang Jianfei.
Kang Jianfei put away the contract, but did not give him the money. Instead, he asked: "Mr. Wen, I think Biyu has great potential. If she is cultivated, she will definitely become popular. After she becomes popular, let alone 3,000 yuan, she will get 30,000 yuan a year.
I can make money back, I wonder if you can trust me?"
When Father Wen heard that his daughter could earn 30,000 yuan a year, he nodded quickly and said, "You can believe it, you can believe it."
Not only Wen's father, but also Wen Bixia herself, had stars in her eyes at this time, as if she was looking forward to the beautiful life of living in a big house and wearing good clothes.
Kang Jianfei took the opportunity to take out another contract and said: "This is a brokerage contract. As long as you sign this contract, my company will carefully train your daughter, Penghong."
Principal Lin heard something was wrong. He took a look at the agency contract and found that there seemed to be no problem everywhere, but the contract period was actually ten years. He frowned and said, "Isn't ten years too long?"
Kang Jianfei smiled and explained: "Which of the stars under Shaw Brothers Pictures has not signed a ten-year or eight-year contract? Only the top stars can sign a head-to-head contract. If the contract is not longer, what if I make Mr. Wen famous?"
What should I do if she suddenly switches jobs to another company? Didn’t I draw water from a bamboo basket and get nothing?”
Mother Wen said quickly: "No, no. Don't worry, Mr. Kang, although we are poor, we still have integrity and we will never do such ungrateful things."
Father Wen also said: "That is, people are based on loyalty. When I fought the Japanese, I always rushed in front, and my daughter can't do that kind of thing."
Principal Lin always felt that something was wrong, so he asked: "Is it necessary to sign?"
Kang Jianfei was not in a hurry and said, "It's okay not to sign, but after finishing this movie, I can't guarantee that Mr. Wen will be able to make other movies in the future."
Wen Bixia was anxious and said: "I am willing to sign. I will only be 23 years old in ten years, which is still very young."
"That's right, Principal Lin, what are you talking about? It's none of your business." Father Wen complained. He was itching to think that his daughter would earn 30,000 yuan a year in the future. He was afraid that Kang Jianfei would take away the contract, so he quickly picked up the pen again.
sign.
After Kang Jianfei collected the two contracts, he took out 3,000 yuan from his bag, divided it into three parts and said, "How about this. Of the 3,000 yuan, 1,000 yuan is for classmate Wen to honor his father, and the other 1,000 yuan is given to
My mother subsidized the family income, and the last 1,000 yuan was used as her own private money."
"No!" Wen's father, Wen's mother and Wen Bixia objected at the same time.
Father Wen said: "Biyu is so young and ignorant. She will get into trouble if she has too much money. Give me all the money."
Mother Wen said: "I gave you the money and then lost it? The family has no money left. I want to use the money for household purposes."
Wen Bixia said: "I earned this money, and I have the final say. I want 1,000 yuan for myself and the other 2,000 yuan for my mother!"
Kang Jianfei shrugged and distributed according to Wen Bixia's words. Then he walked to Wen's father and whispered to him: "Mr. Wen, your daughter will definitely become a big star in the future. She can even spend one hundred thousand or two hundred thousand."
.You don’t have to quarrel with your daughter just for 1,000 yuan now. With this money tree, there will be more gold and silver in the future!”
Father Wen was right, but he was jealous when he saw the money in his wife's hand. He spread his hands and said, "Give me 100 yuan first."
Seeing that he didn't make any more trouble, Wen's mother finally breathed a sigh of relief and gave 100 yuan to her husband.
Everyone was so happy that Wen Bixia also carefully collected her money and glanced at Kang Jianfei secretly. She felt that this boss Kang was really capable and convinced her father in a few words.
After Kang Jianfei saw that the matter was settled, he said to Wen Bixia: "The name Wen Biyu is too common. It will be difficult to become popular in the future. Why don't I change your stage name for you."
Wen Bixia had long admired Kang Jianfei so much that she smiled and nodded: "I listen to Mr. Kang, I can call you whatever you want."
Kang Jianfei said: "From now on, your name will be Wen Bixia."
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