Reborn in the Hong Kong entertainment industry in the 1980s

"Aren't you afraid of ghosts?" Steven asked.

"What's there to be afraid of about ghosts? They're much more lovable than human hearts," Hu Xiaoxiao sighed softly.

Aban immediately said, "You're the bravest one, young lady. If you dare to rent it, I'll help you negotiate the price with the landlord and get him to give you a discount of a few hundred dollars."

He'd had this apartment tied up in his hands for a long time. The landlord had said that if he could rent it out, the commission would be doubled.

Aban took the key to Building B, took the elevator up, and the first apartment on the east side was that one.

The door opened, and the room was pitch black, as if a chill was seeping out, making one shiver slightly.

Steven often encountered these kinds of situations while handling cases, and immediately reminded Hu Xiaoxiao, "There are some things you can't ignore. You're a young lady, so it's better to find a cleaner place to live."

"If you believe, it exists; if you don't believe, it doesn't." Hu Xiaoxiao stood at the door and looked inside, her gaze sweeping around thoughtfully for a moment before she went in and opened the living room curtains.

Sunlight streamed in from outside, and standing by the window, the view outside was unobstructed, with a faint glimpse of the river.

Hu Xiaoxiao looked at the three rooms again and was very satisfied. The layout and lighting of this house were the best among the houses she had seen today.

"That's it."

However, Steven and Aban were not feeling well. Even though the room was well-lit and the sunlight was visible, they still felt like they were in a gloomy basement.

"Would you like to reconsider?" Steven asked again.

Even Aban, unusually, felt a pang of conscience. "Yeah, pretty lady, there are still two houses we haven't looked at yet. Why don't we look at them first and then talk about it?"

"This is it." Hu Xiaoxiao had made up her mind.

Aban kept his promise and called the landlord to discuss a discount. In the end, the landlord only charged 1,500 yuan in rent and included the property management fee and agency fee, but on the condition that he pay six months' rent in advance.

Of the 10,000 yuan Hu Xiaoxiao had, 9,000 yuan went to rent for six months, leaving her with only 1,000 yuan.

After completing the formalities and buying some daily necessities, I only had a few hundred yuan left.

Steven was exasperated. Before leaving, he repeatedly told Hu Xiaoxiao to find a job as soon as possible, otherwise she would have trouble even eating.

After seeing Steven off, Hu Xiaoxiao closed the door and turned around.

She closed her eyes, tilted her head back slightly, and took a deep breath.

It felt as if a cool breeze had entered her nose and settled into her stomach.

When she opened her eyes again, she let out a burp.

The gloomy feeling in the room seemed to disappear suddenly, and the sun shone in, finally bringing warmth to the room.

Hu Xiaoxiao recovered some of her soul power, summoned the original owner's soul that was about to dissipate, helped her solidify her soul, and then used the last wisp of demonic power to send her to reincarnation.

After doing all this, Hu Xiaoxiao immediately felt relaxed and comfortable, and her body felt completely at ease.

She had repaid all the karmic debts with the original owner of the body, and from now on, this body truly belonged to her.

Hu Xiaoxiao stretched her body comfortably, but her only complaint was that she had used up all her demonic power.

Such a sad event deserves a good meal to reward yourself.

When Hu Xiaoxiao went to buy daily necessities, she had already walked around the neighborhood and found a tea restaurant that was doing very well.

Hu Xiaoxiao went to the tea restaurant and ordered two chickens for a hearty meal.

The area around Royal Mansion is full of office buildings, and several multinational companies have moved in.

With so many people working here, there are a lot of restaurants serving meals, including all kinds of tea restaurants, roast chicken stalls, tea rooms, and more.

Business is good, and there are many job postings.

The next day, after finishing her chicken, Hu Xiaoxiao walked to the entrance of a teahouse and saw a sign with the words "Job Opening" written in large characters.

"You want to apply for a waiter position?" The manager of the teahouse came out and noticed that Hu Xiaoxiao's Cantonese wasn't very fluent, so he knew she was new to Hong Kong. "Do you have an ID card? We don't hire undocumented workers here."

Hu Xiaoxiao showed the manager the receipt for her ID card application and asked, "How much is the waiter's salary? Five hundred a month? Can it be more?"

Hu Xiaoxiao did the math: 500 a month wasn't even enough for her to eat chicken.

The manager was amused by Hu Xiaoxiao. "Pretty girl, our waiters only earn one hundred yuan a month. You want five hundred? You want more? Why don't you become your own boss?"

"Isn't the salary for a waitress in Gangcheng five hundred a month?" Hu Xiaoxiao remembered that's what her distant cousin had said. Was that a lie too?

"Who told you that? One hundred yuan a month is already the highest wage on this street. We only started paying this wage because business is good and the work is hard. We used to only hire experienced workers. Since you have no experience, we have to teach you everything, which takes a lot of time."

After leaving the teahouse, Hu Xiaoxiao went to other places that were hiring waitresses and asked around. The wages were lower and lower, with one place even offering only fifty yuan a month.

Hu Xiaoxiao stood on the street, arms crossed, head tilted to the side, deep in thought.

Through observation, she discovered that the better the restaurant's decor, the higher the wages.

So she walked two more blocks and came to a high-end, lavishly decorated Western restaurant.

Through the glass, she could see the male guests sitting inside, dressed in suits and ties, and the female guests dressed in flamboyant attire.

There are also many foreigners who, at first glance, don't look like locals from Hong Kong.

"The salary here is five hundred a month," said the manager of the Western restaurant. "However, you have to know English. We have many foreign customers, and you can't do without English."

Hu Xiaoxiao finally found a waiter with a salary of 500 yuan, but he doesn't speak English, and 500 yuan is too little—not enough to buy chicken or pay the rent.

"Can you give me five thousand?"

"Of course not, are you confused!"

Hu Xiaoxiao humbly asked, "What kind of job is both easy and pays well?"

"Want a relaxed life with lots of money?" The manager looked Hu Xiaoxiao up and down and said, "You're a pretty girl, go work as a beauties. Don't even mention five thousand, you can earn ten thousand a month. You're so young, you can earn that as long as you work hard. See that nightclub over there? Go ask around there."

Hu Xiaoxiao shook her head, "I won't be a prostitute."

She reported it to the police because she didn't want to become a prostitute.

"Then there's nothing we can do." The manager walked towards the restaurant, and as he passed the magazine rack, his eyes caught sight of the newspapers on it, and he stopped.

The manager picked up one of the stacks of newspapers, then went back and called to Hu Xiaoxiao, who was about to leave, waving the newspapers around, "Don't want to be a prostitute? Go be Miss Hong Kong!"

"What does Miss Hong Kong do?" Hu Xiaoxiao asked when she returned.

The manager had only meant to tease Hu Xiaoxiao, but Hu Xiaoxiao actually asked, so he couldn't help but laugh and say, "Miss Hong Kong is a big star."

Hu Xiaoxiao knew a big star; Steven had mentioned that a big star had bought the same car as him.

Those who can afford a car are very wealthy.

She immediately felt that she was perfect for working as a big star.

Where do I apply to become a Miss Hong Kong?