Chapter 1 My Identity Hong Kong Island, the pearl of Pan-Asia, is now submerged in the smoke emitted by steam engines, looking hazy.
Ever since the English "borrowed" Hong Kong Island from the emperor, it has become the brightest trading port in the East, lively and noisy.
It's eight o'clock in the evening, the time when the early shift workers get off work.
After twelve hours of work, the workers poured out of the gate, their feet tired and hurried, with no room for delay - to make room for the night shift workers.
The red-haired supervisor sitting at the door was coldly examining every worker passing in front of him with his hawk-like brown eyes.
He has a bad temper, but he is very careful. No worker has ever taken away the factory's property under his eyes.
But these cold and sharp eyes occasionally become gentler, such as when meeting Yin Xiu.
"Hey! Yin Xiu, how is your day going?"
"Same as usual, not that good, not that bad, what about you Mike?"
As Yin Xiu spoke, he put all the wrenches and pliers he had on the examination table, leaving nothing behind. This is something that must be done every day after get off work.
But the supervisor named Mike didn't even look at it, he just stared at Yin Xiu happily.
"My job? What's there to mention? I work for four hours, then get off work, go drinking, find women, it's like this every day."
He blinked his brown eyes and stared at the other worker like a knife as he put away the tools, then turned back and continued chatting with Yin Xiu.
Mike's voice lowered slightly, "I heard that the Alchemist Guild wants to recruit you?"
Yin Xiu didn't say anything, just nodded in acquiescence.
"Congratulations, brother!" Mike hugged his shoulders, "You will become the first Tang person in the Alchemist's Guild!"
Yin Xiu looked calm, "I didn't promise them."
Mike opened his mouth wide, "Why? You have to know how many people are trying to join. They take the initiative to recruit you. You don't have to spend a penny, just nod. You know, it's just the 5000 yuan membership fee." , you can’t even save it even if you work in this factory for 100 years.”
"No, it's 200 years. The intermediary who sold me to the factory takes half of my commission every month."
Yin Xiu clapped her fingers and said, "The Alchemist Guild wants an assistant, not an alchemist."
"Assistant? With your ability, you want to be an assistant without qualifications? These bastards are..."
Mike swallowed back his words mid-sentence. He suddenly remembered Yin Xiu's identity, a Tang man.
Although there is no explicit rule, there has never been a yellow-skinned alchemist in the Alchemist Guild. This is probably not only because of the difference in ability.
"Those arrogant white-skinned bastards, they don't know what they're missing."
Mike was indignant and quite angry at what happened to Yin Xiu.
Although assistants do similar work to magicians, their salaries are not high and they are not qualified to sign their works. They can only act as tools behind the scenes and have no name.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help sighing again.
"What a pity, Yin Xiu, you are the most qualified among these workers."
Yin Xiu himself didn't take it seriously and just smiled and said: "Alchemist is not suitable for me in the first place. It is smoky and not good for the respiratory tract."
Although he understood what he was thinking, Mike was still worried.
"You'd better find a guild to join as soon as possible. I heard that Hong Kong Island will soon issue a new law. People who have not obtained legal status within a year will be deported. When I think of those deserted islands in the South Pacific, I just My scalp feels numb.”
If it weren't written in black and white, he would never have imagined that the young man in front of him with a handsome face and superb mechanical skills would be a slave laborer with no personal because he is a slave laborer, he has also been cut off from obtaining a normal identity.
After thinking about it, Mike added: "Otherwise, join the Beggar Clan. There seems to be no restrictions there, and your life experience is quite miserable. As long as you darken your face, it is not difficult to pretend to be a member."
Seeing that Yin Xiu was silent, Mike raised his head and glanced at the gray night sky. Just when he was about to comfort him a few more words, Yin Xiu had already run away and her figure merged into the crowd...
"Two hundred and one, two hundred and two, two and three..."
Under the moonlight, Yin Xiu was sweating profusely. Every time he punched, there was a sharp sound of breaking wind.
After traveling into this world for a year, he has been practicing this set of exercises called [Guiyuan Gong] every day in the past. The wind and rain never stop, and the small rooftop is his secret practice ground.
This is a set of exercises for martial arts to strengthen the body. The apostles in the West cannot understand its essence, and the Qigong practitioners in the East do not like it.
And the warriors who really need it have long been accustomed to using muskets and metal prosthetics to enhance their combat power.
This kind of basic skill that requires a long time to study and is not significantly improved in a short period of time has gradually become uninterested.
For Yin Xiu, who has no martial arts foundation, this set of exercises is very suitable for him.
Not to mention having more self-defense skills, at least through practice, his physique has improved a lot, and even long hours of work will not cause any burden to him.
But which idiot gets stronger just to work overtime better? After pouring a bowl of water into his stomach, Yin Xiu closed his eyes and entered a state of inward vision, where various body information appeared in front of him in the form of text.
[Name]: Yin Xiu [Level]: Entrance Level [-] [Strength]: 13 (the value for ordinary people is 5)
【Speed】: 11 [Spiritual Power]: 8 [Defense]: 8 After this period of practice, my strength and speed have improved a bit.
However, it seems difficult to improve spirit and defense through simple practice.
If you want to improve your strength now, your body's attribute values are of course crucial, but finding a suitable set of martial arts is also very important.
Although he can now hold down a few gangsters by himself, it is still too difficult to deal with those martial artists and even Qi practitioners with the basic boxing techniques that come with Guiyuan Gong.
[If I can take on some more private work this month, I should be able to earn a few more dollars. 】
In addition to the money saved originally, I can't afford those martial arts classics from famous schools, but it should be enough to buy some popular martial arts injectors on the market, such as Hong Quan and Cai Lifu.
However, the most important thing at the moment was to establish his identity. Without a legal identity, at least he would have no chance to join those formal companies.
After all, in the eyes of patrol officers, undocumented people are no different than stowaways.
Just as he was thinking, there was a rush of footsteps on the stairs leading to the rooftop.
Yin Xiu took the clothes from the side and quickly put them on himself. As soon as he put them on, a teenage girl ran up, panting.
"Ahua, aren't you afraid of falling if you run so fast?"
"Brother Daxiu, brother Daxiu, come out, come out..."
The little girl's chest was heaving violently, and she could hardly speak a complete sentence.
"Don't worry." Yin Xiu patted her on the back, "Besides, I told you, don't call me Brother Daxiu. Forget it. What's going on?"
Ahua took a deep breath and finally stabilized her breathing.
"Something happened. She Zaiwei is dead. He was sucked dry by the monster."
(End of this chapter)