Against the Current Hong Kong 1979

Before the police arrived, Hong Jingbao had already left through the side door with his men.

The other martial arts instructors also withdrew.

This scene left He Jiatong completely stunned.

Zhang Shuai'an was also quite surprised. These martial arts instructors really knew how to navigate social situations. They fought for a long time and looked very fierce, but not a single person drew blood. When they heard that the police were coming soon, they all tacitly withdrew.

Ling Zhijian glanced at their expressions and couldn't help but laugh as he explained, "Fighting isn't something you can just do randomly; you have to consider the occasion. If we were fighting here, we definitely couldn't go all out. Nightclubs are backed by gangs. If this were a street stall, they might have even pulled out watermelon knives."

When the patrol officers arrived, they found a peaceful scene and saw nothing unusual.

The manager of Ocean Palace then stepped in and negotiated with the patrol officers, and soon they were dismissed.

Zhang Shuai'an wasn't really interested in staying any longer, so he took He Jiatong and said goodbye. Anyway, it wasn't far from Chungking Mansions; it was only a ten-minute walk.

Ling Zhijian reminded them that they only had one day off, and they had to start work at eight o'clock the day after tomorrow, so they must not forget.

Zhang Shuai'an led He Jiatong back to Chungking Mansions on foot, and on the way he bought some roast chicken and beer.

"Brother An, you're still not full?" He Jiatong looked at him with some surprise. He hadn't dared to face the two young ladies directly, so he had been eating non-stop and was already full.

"I brought this for someone else. Wait here for a bit, I'll be right back."

Once inside the building, Zhang Shuai'an went to the security guard's office and, sure enough, saw Luo Zhaohui slacking off there.

"Working the night shift again?" Zhang Shuai'an handed over the roast chicken and beer: "Here you go."

Luo Zhaohui took the roast chicken and beer, and said excitedly, "Brother An, where did you make your fortune?"

"I wouldn't say I'd get rich," Zhang Shuai'an waved his hand. "I was just busy with some other things. If you want to eat something in the future, just tell your brother An, and I guarantee you won't be disappointed."

"Brother An, you're not... you know, are you?" Luo Zhaohui glared at Zhang Shuai'an sideways. "I don't wipe my poop every day, so don't you dare try anything with me."

Zhang Shuai'an kicked him, yelling, "Get the hell out of here!"

Back at the elevator, he led He Jiatong up to the sixth floor.

He Jiatong had the key on her, opened the door, and tiptoed inside. Without making any further fuss, she fell asleep on the living room sofa.

It wasn't until four or five in the morning that Li Shuisheng returned, making a loud clattering noise at the door.

"Uncle, you're back?" He Jiatong was woken up by the noise and looked up at him.

Li Shuisheng was somewhat surprised to see them there: "When did you guys get back? Why weren't you in the dorm?"

He Jiatong replied, "Shuai An said that since he finally has a day off, he definitely has to come over to his aunt's place for a get-together."

"Good children." Li Shuisheng chuckled softly. "You guys get some more sleep. I'm going to take a shower and rest too."

Aunt He opened the door and came out a moment later. When she saw He Jiatong and Zhang Shuai'an, her eyes were full of joy.

"Auntie." He Jiatong reached out and patted Zhang Shuai'an's leg. "Brother An, wake up."

"Shut up, why are you disturbing him?" Aunt He glared at He Jiatong and scolded lightly, "Let Anzai sleep a little longer."

He Jiatong was speechless: "Auntie, who exactly is your nephew?"

Aunt He glanced at him sideways and slapped him, saying nothing, but simply walked towards the kitchen: "I'll make breakfast for you. Call Anzai when it's ready."

After preparing breakfast, Li Shuisheng ate it and then went back to his room to catch up on sleep.

The two children got up, ate breakfast, and went to school.

Seeing that He Jiatong and Zhang Shuai'an were sleeping soundly, Aunt He gave up on waking them up, left them a note, and went to work.

……

Zhang Shuai'an slept until noon, and his energy and spirits were almost fully restored.

He Jiatong, without any buffs, was still fast asleep.

Zhang Shuai'an glanced at the note on the table. Aunt He said that she had prepared the food and put it in the refrigerator. If he woke up at noon, he could just heat it up and eat it.

He heated up the food, ate half of it himself, and left the rest for He Jiatong.

After finishing his meal, he took his keys and went out.

I first bought some fruit and gifts, then a few newspapers. When I came back, He Jiatong was already awake and eating.

"What did you buy this time?" He Jiatong asked while eating, watching TV. She was watching the rerun of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" from earlier that day, but the plot had already reached the middle stage.

He Jiatong asked with some concern, "This TV series is really good, Brother An. Can our series really beat it in the ratings?"

Zhang Shuai'an just smiled and didn't answer.

……

"Can this drama surpass 'Reincarnated' in ratings?"

In TVB's screening room, Shaw Yi-fu was discussing matters with several drama directors and managers, while Chiu Chun-keung, Wong Jing, and several other key creative personnel were also present.

They had just finished watching the first episode of "Young Detective Bao Qingtian" ahead of schedule.

Those present were stunned after watching it; they never expected that such a high-quality drama could be produced in less than ten days of rushed filming.

It must be said that the quality of the script and Zhang Shuai'an's acting played a significant role, almost single-handedly raising the overall quality of the drama by 2 to 3 points.

Shao Yifu couldn't help but ask that question.

The others exchanged glances; no one dared to make a guarantee.

Shao Yifu turned to Wang Tianlin and asked, "Tianlin, you're a veteran director. In your opinion, is this drama any good?"

"The quality of this drama is excellent; it's a rare gem that hasn't been seen in the last decade."

Wang Tianlin licked his lips, carefully considering his words: "Whether it's the acting, the script, or the pacing, it's all top-notch."

Fang Yihua wasn't impressed by these words and interrupted Wang Tianlin, saying, "Tianlin, just tell me directly whether this show will be a hit or not."

"That's hard to say. For a show to become a hit, it needs a lot of luck; it's not just about the quality of the show."

Wang Tianlin naturally wouldn't make boastful claims for others, so he could only say steadily, "I can only say that there should be a group of die-hard viewers who will fall in love with this show."

Fang Yihua was clearly dissatisfied with this abstract answer: "The money has already been spent. If the ratings don't explode, wouldn't it be a complete waste?"

"That's not how it works." Shao Yifu waved his hand, having made up his mind: "This drama will air as scheduled, and subsequent filming should not be stopped."

"However, we can't put all our eggs in one basket."

At this point, he turned to Wang Tianlin and said, "Tianlin, gather Xianhui, Qiaoying, and a few others, and form another team. Use Qiu Guan as the male lead, and rush to film a Gu Long drama. If this 'Young Detective Bao Qingtian' can hold its own against 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes,' then your drama will take over the time slot normally. If 'Young Detective Bao Qingtian' doesn't get good ratings, then take over the time slot earlier."

"Understood." Wang Tianlin nodded.

Zhao Zhenqiang and Wang Jing exchanged a glance, a sense of unease creeping into their hearts. It seemed that Boss Shao didn't really believe "Young Detective Bao Qingtian" would be a hit.