Chapter 00220: Old Immortal Chen Qi Arrives in Hong Kong
# Old Immortal Chen Qi Arrives in Hong Kong
Chapter 220
Novel: 1979 Golden Age
Chapter 220: Old Immortal Chen Qi Arrives in Hong Kong
The next day, Gong Xue returned to the Beijing Film Studio.
Her constitution was quite good—perhaps due to the tough training she had undergone in the military—so she threw herself into filming as soon as she got back.
It seemed she wanted to drown the sorrow of separation in the busyness of work.
Chen Qi, on the other hand, finally set off for Hong Kong.
He brought along one company staff member and two bodyguards, making a total of four people.
Just like before, they first went to Shanghai before flying out.
It felt like a long time had passed, but in reality, his last trip to Hong Kong had only been a few months ago.
Back then, he was just a nobody.
Now, he was officially traveling abroad on business—a cadre-level, no, a non-cadre-level official...
On the plane.
Chen Qi dozed off for a while.
When he woke up, bored, he looked around and noticed that Xiao Geng was fidgeting nervously, while Xiao Mo sat there calmly, completely unruffled.
Curious, Chen Qi asked, "Comrade Mo Youming!"
"Just call me Xiao Mo."
"Comrade Xiao Mo, have you carried out missions overseas before?"
"I have!"
"No wonder you're so composed. He looks pretty nervous."
Xiao Mo glanced at Xiao Geng and said sternly, "Everyone has to go through their first time. This is a good opportunity for him to gain experience. I brought him along to toughen him up."
"Oh? Didn’t expect you to be such a seasoned veteran?"
"Veteran is too grand a title. I used to be a soldier, enlisted early. Thanks to the organization’s trust, I was transferred to handle security work. My only wish is to serve my country with absolute loyalty!"
Alright, alright, no need to get carried away just because I praised you a little.
You only got your name yesterday.
Chen Qi rolled his eyes and went back to dozing.
This trip to Hong Kong was mainly for co-producing films with Great Wall Movie Enterprises—specifically, the North America Special Edition.
Ideally, he would have preferred filming in the U.
S. for a more immersive experience, but that wasn’t possible right now.
Being allowed to shoot in Hong Kong was already the greatest concession.
Since the U.
S. was off the table but he still wanted to make money from Americans, he had to think about how to blend things together.
Hong Kong was a melting pot of East and West, a place of mixed cultures with high international recognition.
Its export trade was booming, with clothing, toys, and electronics as the three main pillars—most of which were shipped to the U.
S.
There were plenty of Americans working in Hong Kong, which provided a unique backdrop.
Fu Qi had already received a series of documents and was making preparations.
The agreement between them was roughly: Chen Qi would provide the creative ideas, Fu Qi would handle the actual filming, both sides would share funding and copyright, profits would be divided based on investment ratios, and Chen Qi would also have the right to participate in the production...
That was why he traveled light, without bringing too many people.
Boom!
Soon, they arrived in Hong Kong.
The plane glided past the towering buildings of Kowloon and landed at Kai Tak Airport.
Since they were coming from the mainland, there were very few passengers—all on official business.
The men were uniformly dressed in white short-sleeved shirts, a few in suits, while the women wore long skirts, which was already considered quite fashionable back home.
Chen Qi wasn’t wearing a suit, opting for a more casual look.
This time, he had unprecedented freedom and authority.
After being cooped up on the mainland for so long, he felt like a mythical beast finally let loose.
"Ahhh!"
"Jackie Chan! Jackie Chan!"
As they waited for their ride, loud cheers suddenly erupted nearby, accompanied by the rapid clicking of cameras.
Jackie Chan, with his trademark big nose, emerged surrounded by an entourage, answering a few questions from reporters before hurriedly hopping into a car and speeding off.
"Hong Kong’s so small—you can bump into celebrities anywhere," Chen Qi shrugged.
After standing around for a bit longer, two Czech-made Škoda cars slowly pulled up to the pickup area.
In Hong Kong, Škodas were called "Gordas" and were relatively cheap, costing just over ten thousand Hong Kong dollars each.
"Uncle Fu Qi!"
"Ah Qi!"
Fu Qi had come to pick them up personally.
The two shook hands warmly, words unnecessary.
Naturally, they rode together in one car, with Xiao Mo accompanying them, while Xiao Geng and the company staff member took the second car.
"For this trip, we didn’t arrange a hotel for you—it’d be too expensive for such a long stay. If you don’t mind, you can stay at our company’s dormitory. Your Aunt Shi Hui and I live there too, so it’ll be easier to discuss things."
"We’re fine with anything. We just don’t want to trouble you."
"Don’t mention it. You call me ‘Uncle,’ so we’re practically family."
The car moved forward, entering the bustling city center.
The towering buildings on either side grew denser, the streets packed with traffic, and foreigners could be seen everywhere.
The shop signs jutting out horizontally were like banners flaunting Hong Kong’s rapidly growing economy.
Suddenly, Chen Qi lurched forward as the car came to an abrupt stop.
"What’s going on?" Fu Qi asked.
"Not sure—the road’s blocked up ahead!" the driver replied.
"Blocked?"
Just as they were wondering, a sharp bang! rang out, followed by a rapid series of bang! bang! bang! from the street ahead.
A crowd of pedestrians came running toward them in panic, accompanied by screams and the wail of police sirens.
Chen Qi was still frozen in shock when Xiao Mo pressed his head down, shielding him with his own body as he crouched behind the seat.
"Gunfire! Get out of here!"
"Reverse! Take the detour!" Fu Qi, no stranger to combat, barked orders.
The two cars quickly reversed and turned onto a side street.
Only then did Chen Qi snap out of it.
Peeking cautiously from the car, he saw what looked like a robbery in progress—cops and robbers exchanging gunfire.
The shots were still ringing out, and he could almost smell the gunpowder in the air...
Holy shit!
Did it have to be this intense? A shootout right after arriving?
Thankfully, they escaped unscathed.
As the car continued on its way, Fu Qi suddenly sighed.
"No need to guess—it’s definitely mainland bandits."
"Not local Hong Kong gangs?" Xiao Mo asked.
"Locals don’t have firepower like that—they’d be lucky to have a machete! Hong Kong’s police and military are weak. Back in the day, we set up barricades and planted bombs in the streets… Ah, never mind."
Fu Qi shook his head, deciding not to dwell on the past.
He turned to Chen Qi with a smile.
"Ah Qi, how do you feel? Not scared, I hope?"
What do you think?!
In his past life, Chen Qi had worked in film and media, dabbled in stocks and funds—the worst he’d faced was hiring a few thugs in Hengdian to intimidate rivals.
When had he ever seen a real shootout?
But he adjusted quickly.
"It’s fine. Can’t compare to the mainland… though that’s not exactly something to brag about."
Before long, they finally arrived at their destination.
Before them stood three old residential buildings, about a dozen stories tall, with shops on the ground floor.
The location was prime, bustling with activity.
Chen Qi looked up and down.
"This is the dormitory?"
"Yep!"
"Your own property?"
"Of course! We built these ourselves. Even though we’re in Hong Kong, our setup is just like mainland state-owned enterprises. Even the theaters—they’re all our own assets."
"..."
Chen Qi was speechless.
If the leftists were this loaded, how the hell did they end up like this?!
If I’d been in charge, I’d have taken over the world by now!
Fu Qi led them upstairs.
Each floor had three units, small but functional—about forty square meters each.
Chen Qi got his own place, while Fu Qi and Shi Hui lived just downstairs.
"Rest up, take a shower. Come down for dinner tonight—your Aunt Shi Hui is cooking."
After settling in, Chen Qi finally had a moment to himself.
He took a shower, changed clothes, and stepped out onto the balcony, opening the window.
It was midday.
Before him stretched a city that was busy, prosperous, and yet strangely distorted—Hong Kong in 1981.
"Ah!"
"The air of freedom is so sweet, even the tap water tastes delicious!"
He spread his arms, heart surging with emotion.
His last trip didn’t count—this was the real Hong Kong experience.
So… what should I do now?
Following the usual tropes, I should start by plagiarizing Huang Yi’s novels to earn my first bucket of gold, then write scripts, break into the entertainment industry, woo Zhao Yazhi, then Lin Qingxia, followed by Guan Zhilin, Vivian Chow, Joey Wong, blah blah blah… Start a company, make movies, take Wong Jing under my wing, crush Golden Harvest and the Heung brothers, dominate Hong Kong, storm Hollywood, and become an entertainment tycoon!
(Back hurts.
No more for today.
Will make up for it tomorrow…)
(End of Chapter)