Chapter 4 Even if I get kicked in the head by a donkey for a day and a night
Chapter 4 Even if the head is kicked by a donkey for a day and a night
The apartment has a usable area of barely 80 square meters.
For an ordinary family in Hong Kong, it is already quite large. Even though the Fan family is "poor" now, they were still wealthy thirty or forty years ago.
The house only has two bedrooms, a living room and a bathroom, and the living room is relatively spacious.
The interior decoration looked particularly old. Fan Wumian was speechless when he thought that a street urchin like Silly Old Fan could actually own a house whose market value would be at least tens of millions of Hong Kong dollars in ten years.
Fortunately, as the only son in the family, no woman would be blind enough to help silly old Fan give birth to a child. So, as the only heir to this property in the future, Fan Wumian was quite happy. He finally got a consolation prize.
However, judging from the peeling paint on the walls, the stone floors, and the tattered sofas, dining tables, and other furniture, it is difficult for Fan Wumian to associate this old apartment with his future "multi-million mansion."
He now knows everything that Fan Wumian once knew.
What Fan Wumian didn't know before, he now knows.
Fan Wumian found the room key hidden in the books in the cupboard and opened the door of his room. Since he didn't have many things, the room looked relatively tidy overall. There was a strange smell in the air, a mixture of stinky socks and sweat.
There is no woman to help at home, and with silly old Fan’s weird personality, we can’t expect too much.
As for why he locked the bedroom door at home, I can only say that every experience makes one wiser. Whenever the father had money, he would always give him some pocket money. When he lost all his money or had no money to eat, he would run into his son's room and search, even the coins on the table would not be spared.
Over time, you can't help but be careful when going out.
His cheap father had a lot of complaints about this. After all, from his point of view, it was just pocket money given by him, so it was reasonable for him to help out occasionally in an emergency.
There seems to be a layer of fuzzy gauze between the memories in my mind and reality.
So Fan Wumian took a careful look at the items on the bookshelf. In addition to many brand new textbooks, there were also some tattered toys, plus a yellowed family photo. In the photo, a pretty woman was holding a baby in her arms, which was him when he was just over one year old.
Something suddenly occurred to me.
Fan Wumian reached out from the bookshelf and pulled out a martial arts novel "The Young Hero's Seventeen Wives". Just by looking at the title, one could guess that this novel was not simple.
In addition to two Japanese infantry CDs wrapped in plastic film, there was also a Hong Kong dollar bill with a face value of 500.
There is no need to say much about the Infantry CDs. One of them is named "Aoi" and the other is named "Matsushima", both of them are representatives in the industry.
And that 500 Hong Kong dollars was Fan Wumian’s secret savings.
Having a father like Silly Old Fan made him realize early on that he must always save enough money for food, otherwise he would not be able to rely on him at critical moments and would have to go hungry all day.
To be honest, this money was extorted from outside. A young man who had offended someone was afraid of being beaten, so he took the initiative to give "King Fan" 1000 yuan for tea.
Taking money from others to help them get rid of disasters is one of the few ways to make money for young men like them who are determined to make a living in the underworld.
From the perspective of an industry insider, it is not at all unfair that "Young and Dangerous" was listed as a banned film in mainland China for a long time. With its distorted values such as "gangster loyalty" and "brotherhood", it has led countless young men astray.
There are also other movies about "God of Gamblers" that are the same, which always make it seem like one can easily go to a casino and pick up money, and many people's families are broken up after their interest is aroused.
There was no choice before.
At this moment, even if his head was kicked by a donkey for a day and a night, and the entire Pacific Ocean was poured into it, Fan Wumian would not continue to cherish the dream of becoming the big brother.
He just told his bad friends that he wanted to retire, but they all seemed to take it as a joke. He felt that no matter how much he said, it would be worse than actually doing it. His dream of becoming a big boss had not even begun, but he decisively put an end to it. He really looked down on this "sunset industry".
He casually stuffed 500 Hong Kong dollars into his trouser pocket and felt dizzy from the turbid air. Thinking of improving his living environment, he first opened the window for ventilation, and then began to pack up the dirty clothes and wash them together with the sheets, quilt covers, and yellowed pillowcases.
As for the two Infantry CDs and several pairs of socks that had become hard or had holes in them, he threw them into the trash can.
The old-fashioned washing machine not only had a yellowed plastic shell, but also cracked and missing a large piece, which was glued together with transparent tape. The noise was so loud that Fan Wumian's head was buzzing, so he simply returned to his room, closed the door, and continued to think about what to do next.
The most urgent task is definitely to find a way to make the first pot of gold.
As for how to make money, there is no good solution for now except to work part-time or sing on the street. Considering that school will start in a few days, Fan Wumian even thought about whether he should leave the campus early to avoid wasting too much precious time.
But on second thought, he felt that having a diploma could be quite useful at certain times. With his current Hong Kong ID card, he might be able to get into Peking University or Tsinghua University if he worked hard.
In addition, I don’t have any mature idea of saving money for the time being. Instead of lying at home doing nothing, I might as well relive the feeling of returning to the ivory tower.
Sitting on a chair that always made a creaking sound, Fan Wumian was staring at himself in the mirror in a daze.
have to say.
Even though I have seen it countless times, I still feel that this guy has the potential to be a gigolo. No wonder he is poor and has poor grades, but he has charmed countless girls and attracted girls from nearby girls' schools to come and see him.
Not all girls of this age are as rational and realistic as Zuo Ziyan. The reason why the handsome street kid Fan Wumian was famous was largely because of his handsome looks.
It was a pity that he was too ambitious at the time and only wanted Zuo Ziyan to be the "sister-in-law" of his brothers. Otherwise, considering the relatively open-minded atmosphere in the local area, his children should have learned to call him dad by now.
I continued to admire myself in the mirror. I had a high nose bridge, deep facial features, and I looked a little naughty when I smiled.
With this foundation, Fan Wumian feels that when he makes his debut, whether singing, filming, or participating in variety shows, this handsome face and his extremely low body fat percentage due to starvation due to lack of money for big meals will be plus points.
Just like beautiful women can always achieve success more easily, the same is true for handsome men. Even if they fail in their debut and become a gigolo, they will probably have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of their lives.
The sound insulation in the old house is not very good.
Just as Fan Wumian was in a daze, seriously recalling any opportunities to make quick money in the near future, he heard the sound of a piano coming from outside.
In his previous life, he was able to successfully enter the Beijing Film Academy, and he chose music in the art exam. Although this piece of Chopin's "Nocturne" is not that popular, it is extremely difficult. He had heard the piano teacher of the art exam class next door play something similar.
Something suddenly occurred to me.
Fan Wumian was shocked and couldn't help shouting, "It's broken!"
Before, I was only thinking about saving money to buy a guitar. It was not until now that I realized that I still don’t know what my voice is like. What if I sing like a drake? Then my plan to debut as a singer will definitely fail.
He quickly coughed a few times and reached out to pinch his Adam's apple.
Fan Wumian took a deep breath and sang:
"Play Chopin's Nocturne for you
In memory of my dead love
A sound like the night wind
Heartbroken sounds good
My hands are typing very lightly on the keyboard
The thoughts I give you are very careful
The place where you are buried is called Netherworld
Play Chopin's Nocturne for you
In memory of my dead love
I will keep my name hidden for you
Playing the piano under the moonlight"
Jay Chou's "Nocturne" is of excellent quality, and Fan Wumian's singing is also very nice.
The soundproofing of the old apartment was indeed average. He could hear the sound of piano coming from outside. The pretty girl from Taiwan who was sitting in front of the piano next door also heard Fan Wumian singing.
Although she had never heard of this song, she unexpectedly thought it was sung very well.
Especially the sentence "In memory of my dead love" made the long-haired girl named Zhuang Muxi's eyes light up. After all, Fan Wumian had been pursuing Zuo Ziyan for several years and was too lazy to even look at other people. It was already known to everyone in the school.
Zhuang Muxi, a transfer student and a classmate, was no exception. She noticed this handsome neighbor when she moved here two years ago.
(End of this chapter)