Chapter 1

*Slam!*

Li Bo pushed open the somewhat dilapidated door, holding a black work bag, and returned home. He casually threw the work bag onto the broken sofa, then picked up a bottle of beer from the table and took a big gulp, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

With a look of confusion in his eyes, he went to the window and looked down at the large food stalls characteristic of the early 1980s. Even though he had been in this era for a month, he still felt a bit incredulous.

In his previous life, he was forty years old and had achieved nothing. On his birthday, he had planned to go online, take out some savings, and call a woman to come to his place for some fun. But just as he sent the message, the other party sent him over ten photos, asking him to choose his preferred type.

Seeing so many beautiful faces of internet celebrities, Li Bo got excited and accidentally stepped on the power socket on the floor, and then... he was electrocuted and transported to this era.

At forty years old, he had been reborn as a twenty-year-old Hong Kong resident, with the same name, Li Bo. This meant he had gained an extra twenty years of life.

His parents from his previous life had long passed away, and there were no relatives in his family. He lived alone in the dilapidated house, and he didn't know how his previous self had died. After being transported, he merged with the body and inherited the memories of his previous self.

What left Li Bo speechless was that his previous self had no savings, so he had to go out and find a job to support his future life.

In his previous life, he was just a tech geek, and his previous self was an inexperienced, uneducated rookie who had only learned to draw for a while. Finding a good job in 1981 was very difficult.

After a month of searching, he couldn't find a well-paid, easy job, but there were plenty of low-paying, hard jobs. However, Li Bo really didn't want to do them.

Fixing pipes and cleaning sewers, as a person from the future, he really couldn't bear it.

"One month has passed. If I can't find a well-paid job tomorrow, I'll probably have to go to the construction site to carry bricks," Li Bo thought, feeling very unwilling. After all, he had come with a "cheat," how could he end up carrying bricks at a construction site?

Thinking of the "cheat," Li Bo walked towards the bedroom. Before opening the door, he pulled out a thread from the door handle gap.

The bedroom stored the "cheat." To avoid outsiders entering, Li Bo would always place a thread in the door gap before leaving, so he would know if anyone had entered his bedroom.

The bedroom was simple, with just a bed and a table. Li Bo bent down and pulled out a large box from under the bed.

Opening the large box, he saw a laptop and a printer that were far ahead of the technology of this era.

These two items were bought by Li Bo in his previous life, and he didn't expect them to come with him to this era.

Although there was no internet in this era, his computer contained a lot of good things, including novels, songs, comics, and classic films he had downloaded in his previous life.

With so many good things, according to Li Bo's situation, he should have easily become rich, but that was something that only happened in novels.

Not only did he lack the initial capital, but in the past month, when he submitted printed novels to the newspaper, the people at the newspaper office didn't believe him because of his young age. He couldn't even meet the editor, let alone have his novel accepted.

Moreover, to avoid arousing suspicion by presenting too shocking items, Li Bo had to be very cautious in everything he did.

If anyone discovered the existence of the laptop and printer, he would shudder at the thought of the consequences.

After putting the large box back under the bed, Li Bo went to the living room and picked up the *Oriental Daily*: "June 6, 1981, Hang Seng Index rise..."

"Wang Mingquan and Feng Bao's *Yang Men Nü Jiang* shooting completed..."

The news today was the same as usual, mostly about the stock market and entertainment news.

After browsing for a while, Li Bo snorted. The stock market seemed to be rising now, but once the Sino-British talks began, these positive news would disappear, and by 1983, the stock market would be in a mess.

However, that was two years away. If Li Bo had money by then, he might try to manipulate the market.

"Go to sleep! I still have to work hard for life tomorrow." After reading the newspaper for an hour, Li Bo felt sleepy and put the newspaper down, muttering to himself.

The next day.

Li Bo hurriedly finished washing up, rearranged the bedroom door, and locked it before going downstairs.

"Good morning, Uncle Fu, the usual, two big meat buns," Li Bo said to the old man selling breakfast.

"Good morning, Bozi!" the old man replied with a smile.

"Uncle Fu, don't call me Bozi, Bozi or Ah Bo are fine," Li Bo said, feeling embarrassed. "Bozi" didn't sound good, and in his previous life, a famous actor with a box office of over a billion was also called Bozi.

"Have you found a job?" the old man asked, handing Li Bo the buns.

Li Bo handed over the money and said, "No, but I'm confident I'll find one today."

Seeing Li Bo's young and determined spirit, the old man smiled and said, "It's good to have confidence. You'll get rich sooner or later."

"Thank you for your good words, Uncle Fu. If I get rich, I'll definitely buy you a bun shop for your retirement," Li Bo said, taking a bite of the bun with a confident tone.

The old man didn't take Li Bo's words seriously and laughed, "I'll wait for you to get rich."

After saying goodbye to Uncle Fu, Li Bo took a bus to the *South China Morning Post*.

In the past month, Li Bo had submitted manuscripts to the *Oriental Daily* and the *Ming Pao*, but he couldn't even meet the editors. When he went to smaller newspapers, as soon as he mentioned submitting a manuscript, they would look at his appearance and kick him out. This visit to the *South China Morning Post* was his last chance.

Currently, in Hong Kong, there were three major newspapers with daily sales of over 100,000 copies: the *Ming Pao*, the *South China Morning Post*, and the *Oriental Daily*. These three were the top three.

Although the *South China Morning Post* was not primarily focused on publishing novels, it still published one novel in each issue, as novels were a powerful tool to attract readers.

The *South China Morning Post* mainly reported on financial news, with entertainment news and novels as supplements.

Li Bo didn't care whether the *South China Morning Post* was primarily focused on novels; he just hoped to use it to earn his first pot of gold.

With the first pot of gold, he could start his plans.

Entering the *South China Morning Post*, he explained his purpose to the receptionist. This time, the receptionist was quite nice and didn't kick him out or say the editor wasn't in. Instead, she led him to the editorial department.

The person in charge of the serialized novel section at the *South China Morning Post* was named Liu Guan, just one character away from becoming Liu Guan and Zhang Fei, the sworn brothers of the Peach Garden.

At that moment, Liu Guan was sitting in his office chair, frowning as he read the manuscript of *The Snowy Blade*.

The novel Li Bo had printed was *The Snowy Blade*. As a classic novel that had been adapted into a film in his previous life, its success was unquestionable.

Li Bo stood in front of the desk, motionless, suppressing his heart that was about to leap out of his chest. He quietly waited for Liu Guan's judgment.