Ming Pao company is located in the Chai Wan Industrial Zone, Hong Kong Island.

In this era, you can take a bus from the New Territories to Hong Kong Island, then transfer to the station, or take the Tianxing Small Ferry to directly reach Chai Wankou by sea. The cost of taking a boat is the lowest, and the round trip is only 80 cents. However, this kind of ferry often has to wait for a sufficient number of people, and at least six people will be required to drive the boat.

Su Dingxian has never been the kind of person who knows how to be frugal. In his opinion, money is for spending, and people make money for enjoyment.

Those who make money and don’t spend money are called “money-slaves”; those who only know how to make money and then make money in their lifetime are called “silly and stupid”.

So Su Dingxian did not choose to transfer buses to Hong Kong Island or take the Tianxing Ferry, but instead called a "taxi" with a starting price of nearly 1.5 yuan in this era.

In this era, there were three types of taxis in Hong Kong, namely the urban taxis commonly known as "Red Bird". The body is painted red and can roam the three islands of Hong Kong.

Another is the New Territories taxi, commonly known as "Grasshopper", whose body is painted green and can only be driven in the New Territories area.

The last Lantau taxi, commonly known as "Blue Lantern", has a blue body and can only be within Lantau Island's range.

It can be said that these three types of taxis are clearly distinguished, each with its own territory and cannot be surpassed.

Su Dingxian was a lazy person and too lazy to change cars back and forth, so he found a "Red Bird" and agreed on the price and went straight to Chaiwan.

The driver is the same as the big brother of the rickshaw. He may be an occupational disease and a chatterbox.

From the beginning of Su Dingxian getting in the car, he kept talking.

Su Dingxian was not interested in chatting with him at first, but the driver was very capable of blowing water. He talked about some strange things. He said that a female ghost appeared in the Heheshi Cemetery in New Territories recently. She was very beautiful, with long hair and red clothes. She paid for money by taking a taxi at night. She also said that a murder case occurred in Tianshuiwei, and a strange black cat appeared at the scene. The black cat could actually learn from someone's speech...

Su Dingxian shook his head when he heard this.

These drivers drive to pull people every day. These stories are either heard from the radio or from the newspapers. In order to attract attention and promote sales, Hong Kong newspapers and magazines have added fuel to these bizarre "story" and stir-fry them up with no professional ethics.

But when you think about it carefully, there are more than 200 newspapers in such a small place in Hong Kong. In order to survive, it is inevitable that you will use any means to create some "explosive" news. Being able to sell the newspaper is a victory. Who cares about the authenticity of these news?

...

After about forty minutes, Su Dingxian took a taxi to Chai Wan District, Hong Kong Island.

Compared with the New Territories, Hong Kong Island is much more lively. Even the slightly remote Chai Wan District is full of tall buildings. Looking around, it is full of prosperity.

Su Dingxian glanced at the taximeter (meter) in the back of the car. It costs about six yuan to get here from Yuen Long, New Territories.

The driver didn't know that Su Dingxian looked at the "cup watch". When he saw the station, he habitually stretched out his hand and patted the cup watch hard, saying, "Chenghui, eight yuan!"

Su Dingxian could see clearly that the price of the "mix watch" immediately jumped from "six yuan" to "eight yuan" after being slapped.

The trick of "jumping watches" is a common trick used by many drivers in this era. Of course, it depends on who the passenger is.

Obviously, the driver slaughtered Su Dingxian as a "water fish".

Su Dingxian smiled, said nothing, and handed over ten yuan directly.

The driver was about to find two yuan, but Su Dingxian said: "No need to find it---Hey, is this the complaint number of your company?"

Su Dingxian glanced at the taxi business license placed in front of the car, as well as the driver's detailed information, and of course, the taxi company's complaint phone number.

Driver: “…?!”

He immediately smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I seemed to be wrong just now--I should find you four yuan!"

Su Dingxian also smiled: "I'm not good at math and don't read much, but it seems that you have written 'Complaints successfully, you will get three times the compensation'..." He pointed to the small words under the complaint column with a smile.

Driver: “…?!”

He said with a bitter face: "Big Boss, what are you going to do?"

"It's three yuan, it's good for you and me!"

"Please, do you believe it or not, I will call seventeen or eighteen brothers in a minute?"

"I believe it!" Su Dingxian smiled, "But you have to treat guests to dinner afterwards, maybe you spend more than you lose!"

Driver: “…?!”

Su Dingxian smiled and reached out to him, "Music brings wealth!"

The driver had to find seven yuan to give Su Dingxian, which was equivalent to saying that Su Dingxian saved three yuan in vain.

Su Dingxian got out of the car and waved goodbye to the driver.

The driver stretched out his hand from the car window and raised his middle finger at Su Dingxian, "Press your lungs!"

Looking at the taxi that was leaving, Su Dingxian shrugged. He didn't mind spending more or less. What he minded was that others regarded him as a fool.

...

The sun above my head is even hotter.

It was almost noon. Su Dingxian touched his stomach and roared, feeling a little hungry, so he found a street stall called "Zhouji Chezai Noodles" nearby and ordered a bowl of mixed noodles.

A metal-made "cooking grid" is placed in a wooden car that sells carts, which are filled with soup, noodles and ingredients. Customers can freely choose noodles, ingredients and soup, and usually they can eat a full meal for one dollar.

Among the many "chezai noodles", "miscellaneous noodles" are the most famous, and they are the favorite "food" of ordinary workers. The reason is that they have many ingredients and enough portions.

Generally speaking, a bowl of mixed noodles includes radish, fish balls, pig skin, pig blood, and large intestine.

These are all extremely cheap ingredients, which belong to the "broken pieces" that the rich disdain. However, after the magical hand of the street stall master, it quickly turned into a large bowl of steaming and delicious crumb noodles. When served, it was sprinkled with some chopped green onion and coriander, which was very attractive.

Su Dingxian has always been a very clever person, especially in terms of diet, and he is very particular.

However, Su Dingxian also understood that his current situation was not the kind of money he had when he ate bird's nest and shark fin when he ate big fish and big meat. He only had the money on his body and other great uses. Now he had a bowl of mixed noodles to eat, which was good.

Su Dingxian picked up the chopsticks and ate a few bites of noodles. Fortunately, the master was good at craftsmanship and not only looked good, but the noodles were also great. The pig skin was chewy, the pig blood was elastic, and the curry fish balls were full of flavor.

Although this street stall is small, there are many customers, especially at noon, there are more and more customers.

Most of these customers are those who are wearing simple and bitter clothes, and their bodies are sour and smelly. Some even take off their shoes, their feet are smelly all over the sky, and their eating postures are also very rude. They either step on a stool, or blow their noses casually, cough and spit.

The guy who helped him surrounded the shiny dirty apron, with a cigarette in his mouth to clean up the table, bowls and chopsticks, and then used a dirty basin and took a rag to sweep the leftovers into the basin.

Su Dingxian had a strong appetite, but now he looked at the surrounding environment and how the guy cleaned it, and then looked at the messy noodles, and he couldn't eat it anymore.

After ate a few more chopsticks patiently, Su Dingxian put down the bowls and chopsticks and asked the cleaning guy: "Where is a department store selling suits nearby?"

In Su Dingxian's opinion, Hong Kong in this era cares about dressing very much. If you dress well, others will look up to you a few times. If you dress too badly, others will be despised.

What's more, we will go to Ming Pao for an interview tomorrow. Ming Pao is now a place where cultural people gather, so we can't just wear a piece of clothing.

Look at the short-sized clothes from the Republic of China. The round-neck white sweatshirt has long been wet with sweat trousers. The black wide-leg pants underneath are also wrinkled, and the cotton shoes under the soles are also sticky. Not to mention that they feel uncomfortable when worn, they still look like unearthed cultural relics.

The guy was obviously a little impatient, and he didn't say anything with a cigarette in his mouth, and pointed to the east casually.

Su Dingxian put down the meal money, and the remaining mixed noodles were not eaten, so he walked out.
Chapter completed!