In 1988, Mongkok, Gangcheng.
In the market vegetable market in the old city, the best business in the whole market is a stall with the sign of Rongji Meat Shop.
In front of the booth, there was a huge crowd.
"Pork prince! Cut me a jin of hind leg meat."
"Hey! Do you understand the rules? You didn't see me coming first. Please line up at the back and chop two jin of meat for me first, Prince Pork!"
"You two have quarreled. I've been waiting in line for almost half an hour..."
“……”
On the polished table top of the butcher's stand, only one piece of pork was left on the cutting board alone. A red lampshade hung above the table top, and the light was bright in the daytime.
Under the red light was a young man with only a white apron on his upper body.
His back is wide and thick, with clear ravines. Every muscle seems to be carved out. His strong arms and eight abdominal muscles under his apron make the ladies in front of the stall blush.
He raised his knife and fell, and the meat took off on the cutting board. The cold light flashed before everyone's eyes, and the meat was already lying on the cutting board.
Zheng Jirong wrapped the sliced meat in the newspaper and wrapped it with a straw rope and handed it to the teacher's nurse who was ogling him in front of him. Then he said apologetically to everyone in front, "Sorry everyone, today's stocks are all sold out, ready to close the stall. Come back tomorrow, everyone."
Many mistresses are reluctant to part with the stall when they hear about it. They don't forget to tease him when they leave.
"It's OK. I'm full of meat today."
"Yes, the pork you sold is delicious and beautiful. My mouth is watering before I eat it."
"Prince Pork, you are so handsome and stylish. It's not a waste of talent to be a pork guy here. Have you ever thought of changing places to work? I have several sisters who are recruiting male PR, and it's no problem to earn eight thousand yuan a night on your terms."
"... I'm flattered, but I don't have any other skills. I can only kill pigs and meat. I don't have much research on scallops, abalone and other seafood. Thank you for your kindness."
"Ouch, you are dead."
After watching the numerous schoolmistresses in front of the stall walk back in three steps, Zheng Jirong slowly placed a cigarette on the spot and looked intently at the system panel called "Journey to the Heavens" in his mind.
"Hidden Dragon in the Abyss: The great hermit is hiding in the city, waiting for the opportunity, ready to go. (99.9% of novice tasks have been loaded)"
It's been three days. Why is it still 99.9%?
Does this last 0.1% need my own initiative to trigger?
Zheng Jirong felt his chin and thought about how to start the system that appeared after he crossed the world.
……
Zheng Jirong before the trip was an ordinary company employee, whose biggest hobby was watching movies and novels.
One night when a video website was just opened to search for the movie he wanted to watch, the computer suddenly crashed on the blue screen. Just as he was about to restart, a white light shot from the middle of the screen hit Zheng Jirong's forehead. He only felt a black in front of him. Who knew that just when he opened his eyes, he was in another world.
Before he could think about it, he suddenly filled his mind with a lot of memories that did not belong to him.
It turned out that the world itself was also called Zheng Jirong. On the surface, he was a down and out pork guy, but secretly, he was a retired agent.
What surprised him more was that he had a senior brother named Ling Lingqi in the south!
The two had trained together since childhood. Frustrated by the long lack of organizational reuse, one retired to the south and the other retired to Hong Kong Island.
All of them are promising jobs as pork men.
And in his inherited memory, he also found that the original master had many familiar names in previous Hong Kong movies, including but not limited to "Stephen Zhou, Tang Judi, God of Gambling Gao Jin, Hong Xing Dongxing, and Liansheng..."
This made him even more uneasy. As a Hong Kong film lover, Zheng Jirong, naturally, what does it mean.
Just when he was thinking about whether he would go to the south to meet his brother Ling Lingqi, or go to see Zhou Xingxing, the number one killer of the Flying Tigers, Cao Dahua, the tiger of the serious case team, and Chen Haonan, the handyman of Causeway Bay.
Suddenly in my mind came a tinkling bell.
I have a system called Journey to the Heavens in my mind.
……
As the saying goes, if you have a sharp weapon, you can kill yourself.
Zheng Jirong felt that he had no murderous heart, but he still had ambition.
For those who are familiar with many Hong Kong movies, this world is a gold mine to be developed.
But during the period of waiting for the task to load, in order to disguise the identity of the original pork man, he repeatedly killed pigs and sold meat every day.
God pity to see that he had never killed a chicken before he passed through. Now he is living a harder life than 996 in his previous life.
It would be all right if it was just like that. But although he didn't catch the martini, his sad eyes like his elder martial brother, his sighing stubble, and his amazing sabre technique have provoked many young ladies who come to buy vegetables every day. They are really busy and tired.
Thinking of this, Zheng Jirong couldn't help sighing, "Hey, a man like me is really as bright and outstanding as a firefly in the dark no matter where he is."
After sighing about how hard his life was, Zheng Jirong secretly decided to contact all the story characters tomorrow. The novice task had been stuck for several days in the last 0.1% level, and it was estimated that it would not work until it was loaded by itself.
He snuffed out his cigarette end and didn't think much about it. He had already set up a stall just before dawn. So busy now, he hasn't even eaten breakfast, not to mention lunch. It's important to hurry to the stall and go to Ah Mei's house to get a meal.
Thinking of Ah Mui, Zheng Jirong was much happier. After his own efforts during this period, this beautiful neighbor has been almost attacked. It is not possible that he will have a chance to go directly to home base tonight.
Anyway, why didn't Ah Mui, as a story character, trigger him any tasks? Does it mean that this task must be triggered by a specific person?
Shih, thinking of this, Zheng Jirong is a bit of a big head. The system of other people's homes is to distribute various gift packages and rewards first. How can we have so many troubles here.
After cleaning up the table and turning off the fresh lamps, Zheng Jirong, while packing the goods to take back, sang bitterly a tune that did not match the world.
"I have followed Ya Sang Fu to fly with black grey~Ni An Lei Ke riding the Han and filling the wood tears~"
After packing all the things in the stall, Zheng Jirong patted his pants with the pig liver specially reserved for Ah Mui to make soup. Just as he was going home, a voice suddenly came from the stall.
"The strength to pull the mountain is incomparable!"
