Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 248 City Village

Not far from Kowloon Tong, on the northwest side of Bollan Street is the Swiss Bank.

After paying the fare of 260 Hong Kong dollars, Li Jiankun and Lin Xinjia got off the Crown car and walked into the bank one after another.

There are so many banks in Hong Kong, so why choose UBS? There is only one reason——

Li Jiankun couldn't get into other banks at all.

UBS is a very special entity. Like other banks, depositing money there earns interest, but unlike UBS, you have to pay it. The so-called management fee is directly proportional to the deposit ratio.

Despite this, it remains one of the most popular banks in the world.

Countless millionaires are keen to park their money in UBS.

Nothing else, reliable.

At least that was the case before the 2020s. Later, I heard that the country behind it jumped repeatedly, becoming neutral for a while and not neutral for a while, causing its credit to plummet.

Of course, that's another story.

At least in this day and age, if you ask UBS, the bank that collects your money, it really does its job, and it can be said that it has achieved the ultimate in customer service:
No ID is required to save money.

If you don't like numeric codes, you can even make up a chemical equation - one drug lord did this.

When transferring money, if you don't want others to know, the bank will use a password.

Highlight what conditions you have and the bank will try to meet them.

Of course, the level of such services matches your customer level.

In 1980, even in Hong Kong, 150 million Hong Kong dollars was still not a small amount. At this time, a movie could be made with hundreds of thousands of Hong Kong dollars.

The No. 1979 Hong Kong film ranking in 1 was "Laughing Fist", with a total box office of HK$544 million.Ranking tenth is "Drunken Master of the North and South" with a total box office of 286 million.

Li Jiankun was invited into the key client room.

The account manager was of good quality and was extremely surprised that he was a mainlander, but he didn't ask any further questions.

When he came out, the bag of money disappeared, and there were three more things in Li Jiankun's pocket: a stub, a checkbook, and a bank card.

In the 80s, there were already ATM machines in Hong Kong City.

"Xinjia, what are you looking at? Let's go."

Lin Xinjia was sitting on the sofa chair in the bank lobby. There was a steaming cup of coffee on the coffee table in front of him. He didn't move much. He was obviously not used to drinking it. His eyes were looking around, as if Grandma Liu had entered the Grand View Garden.

He smiled, stood up, and when he came closer, he said in a very hopeless manner: "After staying in Hong Kong City for more than three years, I have never even imagined that one day I can walk into UBS and get coffee, haha~ "

"What are you fantasizing about? Come in if you want. Just sit here and ask them for coffee and they will give it to you."

"That's what I say, but... people are poor and have short ambitions. They don't have the courage at all."

"I think you are quite courageous."

Li Jiankun laughed and patted him on the shoulder, "Work hard and I will make you more and more worthy of your reputation as general manager."

"Well! Thank you, boss."

The garment factory where Lam Sing-ka used to work was in Kowloon. Compared with the economic depression in the New Territories and Yuen Long, and the affluence and prosperity of Hong Kong Island, Kowloon is in the middle, and its economy is also in the middle.

There are many factories and markets nearby, and there are many job opportunities.

Residents in Kowloon can be roughly divided into two categories: one is the middle class in Hong Kong City, who are stall owners and managers in markets and factories; the other is migrant workers living at the bottom.

Obviously, Lin Xinjia belongs to the latter, especially the one at the back.

As a migrant worker who has fled Hong Kong for only three years, he still has not been able to completely escape from the cheapest and most chaotic area of ​​Kowloon.

In the taxi, the driver repeatedly emphasized, "I'm not going to Kowloon Walled City!"

"I didn't let you go, I was talking about a nearby village."

Kowloon Walled City?

Listening to the conversation between the two, Li Jiankun thought to himself, it is famous, but he has never been there, or has not seen it.

In his last life, he had been to Hong Kong at least dozens of times. He had visited many places in Hong Kong City. It was not that he had no time to visit Kowloon Walled City, but that he had no opportunity.

It will be turned into a park in the future, and the former Walled City was demolished in the early 90s.

This is a magical place.

Many people who came later did not know that even in this era, our country still has a territory in Hong Kong City.

It is Kowloon Walled City. In 1842, after the First Opium War, although the port city was ceded to the British and became a colony, it still retained a military stronghold.Based on this, the Manchu Qing Dynasty fought against the British in Hong Kong and pirates, expanded the stronghold and built walls.

Thus the Kowloon Walled City was born, confronting Victoria City on the other side.

In 1989, when the Manchus and the British signed a 99-year lease agreement, the Kowloon Walled City was still managed by the Manchus and the Cantonese government stationed troops.

There was subsequent turmoil, and the Kowloon Walled City was once taken away by the British.

In 1900, when Li Hongzhang was the governor of Guangdong and Guangxi, he conducted repeated negotiations, forcing the British to publicly admit that the Manchus had sovereignty over the Kowloon Walled City and agreed to evacuate the British troops, but did not allow the Qing troops to enter.

Ever since, an interesting phenomenon occurred:

Kowloon Walled City belonged to the Manchus, but the Manchus could not manage it.The British wanted to manage it very much, but due to international law they were unable to station troops and arrange officials.

Think about it, the Manchus and Qing Dynasties can still keep this enclave. After the founding of our country, can it be taken away by the British?

So this land has always belonged to us, but we are still in need of development in the country at this time, so we don’t care much about it.The British guys have no right to control it, let alone the Hong Kong government.

Kowloon Walled City has become a no-care zone.

Li Jiankun roughly knew where this place was from watching some Hong Kong movies, but to be honest, he still wanted to visit it if safety could be ensured.

It is always of great significance and carries a rich history.After a few years, it becomes impossible to see it even if you want to.

"Da da!"

Crown Taxi enters an urban village.

The housing density in Hong Kong City is very high, and "village" is just a term. Compared with the surrounding high-rise buildings and the environment, the houses here are lower, older, and the environment is messier.

The car stopped next to a narrow old street, and Lin Xinjia paid the fare. The money Li Jiankun gave him last time has not been used up yet. Most of his expenses have been recorded, and he is going to take time to show it to his boss.

"Snapped!"

Li Jiankun got out of the car and looked up. This was a row of five-story tube buildings, with the "Yuan Ji Hotel" in front of him.

"Who do I think is here? Isn't this Boss Lin?"

"Uncle Yuan, stop teasing me."

"Tell the truth! Isn't your kid rich now? Look at this style, tsk tsk."

The first floor of the hotel is a dining area. There is a counter on the left side of the door. There are some cheap drinks on the wall cabinet. Among them is a statue of Guan Erye.

A little bald old man, about fifty or so, who was obviously quite familiar with Lin Xinjia, walked out of the room, wearing a white pair of jeans, a white shirt, and a pair of flip-flops under blue cloth trousers.

"Xinjia, who is this?"

"My boss."

"Hey! A distinguished guest is coming to our door. Come on, please come inside."

Lin Xinjia told Li Jiankun that this man was from his hometown in Bao'an. He relied on his good cooking skills to save up this small hotel.

"Boss, do you want to have a meal first?"

"You can eat it yourself, I'm top-heavy and I just want to sleep now."

Lao Yuan arranged the best room on the third floor with a separate bathroom. With this configuration, Li Jiankun would not choose the other rooms.

The single bed is quite soft.He locked the door, drew the curtains, stretched out on the bed, and slept soundly.

When Youyou woke up, he raised his wrist and glanced, it was already past midnight.

"Cuckoo~"

I was really hungry now. When I walked out of the room, I didn't know which room Lin Xinjia was in, so I had to go downstairs alone.

When we arrived at the restaurant on the first floor, there were two tables of late-night snackers inside.

Li Jiankun glanced around and didn't see Lao Yuan. There was a girl with a ponytail sitting behind the counter, lying there writing and drawing.

He walked up to him and the other party didn't notice him yet.

Li Jiankun wanted to strike up a conversation, but his attention was drawn to the book in the other person's arms. This was an all-English economics book, "The General Theory of Employment, Interest and Money," which he had just finished reading.

The author is Keynes, the founder of macroeconomics.

At one o'clock at midnight, in a small hotel in an urban village, a girl studying economics and taking notes seriously?

Kind of interesting.

(End of this chapter)