1979 Golden Age

There is a railway bridge over the Shenzhen River, which is the Luohu Bridge.

The joint inspection building and pedestrian bridge at the Luohu Port have just been built, so the customs clearance procedures are more complicated. People need to walk from the north bank of the bridge to the south bank with their documents. One end is Shenzhen and the other is Hong Kong, both of which are guarded by border guards and military police.

Li Weiguo carried a bag that was neither too big nor too small, wore clothes that were neither expensive nor cheap, had a medium build, dark skin, and hair that was slightly longer than a short haircut, and strode on the railway bridge.

Next to him was a staff member of a Chinese company stationed in Hong Kong, and several younger brothers followed behind, looking around curiously.

There were many people on the bridge, some of them were business personnel wearing Zhongshan suits and suits, and some were visiting relatives, which were relatively decent, after all, it was a legal crossing. Who would sneak into Hong Kong and use the Luohu Bridge? I burned incense and worshipped the gods and then I did it.

"Do so many people go to Hong Kong every day?"

A thin young man who looked like a little monkey caught up and asked. The Chinese company staff said: "It is becoming more and more open now.

Hundreds of people can cross the border every day, sometimes thousands, and it takes hours to queue up."

"Are they all going to work?"

"I don't know. Anyway, everyone has their own ways. Some people even move directly to Hong Kong to live."

"Ways? What ways?"

"Xiao Gao, don't ask around!"

Li Weiguo, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke, and the young man shut up immediately. The Luohu Bridge is not long. While talking, they walked to the south bank. Several Hong Kong military and police were guarding there in a loose manner.

Li Weiguo instinctively took a quick look, with a bit of doubt and contempt in his eyes.

Xiao Gao and the people behind him also took a look and had the same reaction. Xiao Gao didn't know what he saw, so he whispered, "Hey, look at that foreign woman!"

"Wow, that's the British president, right?"

"What president? That's called the queen, the emperor! Do you know Wu Zetian?"

"What era still has emperors? Isn't Britain a feudal society? Haven't the three mountains been knocked down yet?"

The Chinese company staff tried to maintain their expressions. He knew what these people were discussing, but he couldn't help but take a look: It was on the outer wall of the Hong Kong Immigration Control Station, hanging a portrait of a foreign woman wearing a crown, looking very luxurious.

He led everyone in for inspection and unified their identities: workers of China Overseas Group!

China Overseas Group is a subsidiary of China Construction in Hong Kong. It has taken on many projects and built a lot of buildings in Hong Kong Island, transferring a large number of workers from the country. They are the first batch, and there are several other batches entering separately.

After everything was done, everyone got on the train again.

The trains here are very different from those over there. A woman was selling all kinds of Chinese and foreign newspapers and magazines, speaking standard Mandarin, and was extremely enthusiastic.

"Comrade, take a look at Hong Kong newspapers? You can't see them in the mainland."

"This is an English magazine. It's called a model. Foreign women are very coquettish and don't wear clothes."

Most of the people in the carriage were visiting Hong Kong for the first time. They were not eager to see it, but just stunned. Because the mainland is still cracking down, Hong Kong actually doesn't wear clothes?

Under the watchful eyes of the public, those who wanted to buy were embarrassed to buy. The woman was very familiar with the business and introduced: "Then buy a newspaper? We have left-wing newspapers, right-wing newspapers, and centrist newspapers. Which one do you want to read?"

Everyone was stunned again.

Full of discomfort with "freedom".

Chinese company personnel have been stationed in Hong Kong for a long time and are very used to it. They waved and said: "A Wen Wei Po, a Ming Pao, and a Hong Kong Times!"

"Okay!"

The woman was an old hand at first glance, and handed over three newspapers without any nonsense. The Chinese company staff first flipped through the Wenhui Daily and muttered in disappointment: "There are no new articles. I've been very lazy recently!"

"Whose article do you want to read?" Xiao Gao was very lively.

"The one who called you here."

"Oh! I know he is a great talent. We often watch his movies. We all like Comrade Gong Xue!" Xiao Gao said.

"Why are you saying this so awkwardly?" Li Weiguo frowned.

"Well, who doesn't like Comrade Gong Xue? That Xiao Ning can't even read a few words. Every time I see a news photo of Comrade Gong Xue in the newspaper, I cut it out and paste it in my notebook. It's full of it."

"Yes, yes, if she---it would be great if I could see her in person anyway."

Xiao Gao left his words unfinished, but everyone understood. Li Weiguo also said, "I would like to meet Comrade Gu Yue."

The train was running in silence. The New Territories was also a large rural area. There were villages hidden among the undulating hills. After a few stops, we saw the appearance of the city, with more high-rise buildings.

Finally, it stopped at Hong Station.

When everyone got off the bus and exited the station, they saw a van parked there. Xiao Mo came to pick them up in person, shook hands with Li Weiguo, and got on the car and ran directly to the dormitory building.

Before going up, they walked around the surrounding area first, and then gathered on the first floor. Xiao Mo said: "The dormitory and the studio need protection. I will take you to the studio later. The press conference will be held today. It will take a few days for them to react and take action."

"Have all the comrades in the building been notified?"

"Yes, I will definitely cooperate."

While they were mumbling, Zhuang Cheng was chatting with the old man in the communication room. He always felt that it was not good to rely on the old man to guard the door. He was not a sweeping monk in Shaolin Temple. As a result, while chatting, Xiao Mo led a group of people in, and I didn't know what they were plotting.

Just as I was about to go out to take a look, I suddenly saw the dark-skinned leader shouting: "Xiao Gao!"

The young man who was still smiling and thin like a monkey a second ago suddenly straightened his back and stood straight.

"Here!"

Zhuang Cheng stopped unconsciously, and felt that the voice shook the sky.

Clearwater Bay Studios.

Leftist films rarely hold large-scale press conferences. Chen Qi released the latest news while writing articles to curse people. Today is the first time. Near noon, reporters from the entertainment section of mainstream media in Hong Kong gathered here.

Including several right-wing newspapers.

Although the two sides are in opposition, they still adhere to the principle of "not killing the messenger" in some public exchanges.

"It's so shabby to hold a press conference. Can't you afford to rent a hotel?"

"You earn so much, but you can't bear to spend this little money. You are used to being poor!"

"I can smell the smell of chopped green onions!"

Several right-wing reporters looked at the scene in front of them and complained. This was in the cafeteria of the studio. The table was moved to the side.

There were dozens of chairs, a long table in front, and a microphone was placed as a podium.

After sitting for a while, two people appeared at the door. They were Chen Qi and Shi Nansheng.

Walking from the door to the podium, just passing the press box, one wearing leather shoes and the other high heels, they walked to the front and sat down under the angry eyes of the right-wing reporters.

If possible, these people really wanted to kill Chen Qi on the spot, and then the left would be ruined.

But they were afraid that times had changed and the rightists were no longer the rightists who had caused the riots.