Midnight.
Ling Yi's figure suddenly vanished from the bed.
When he came to his senses, he found himself in a gray, hazy space.
"Number 9527, congratulations on becoming the actor." A mechanical voice suddenly rang out.
Ling Yi curled his lip. "What era are we living in? Still using the '9527' meme?"
"Current scene: Ip Man 2!"
"Randomly selecting targets... Number 9527, your identity is a beggar on the streets of Hong Kong!"
Name: None (can be customized), Personality: None (can be customized), Gender: Male, Age: 27, Place of Birth: None (can be customized)
Good heavens, this is truly a "three-no" cesium (no gender, no horn) designation! It almost made the gender designation "no" as well.
However... it seems there's a lot of room for maneuver with this kind of cesium horn.
As soon as Ling Yi finished speaking, his clothes changed instantly, transforming from sportswear into a tattered beggar's outfit.
His hairstyle also changed from a buzz cut to long, messy hair.
His face shape and height have changed; he has become a completely different person almost in the blink of an eye.
Ling Yi looked at his hands; they were covered in calluses and were dirty and black.
In addition, the smell emanating from her body made Ling Yi look disgusted.
Your private live stream room is now open.
"Scene Teleport countdown: 10...9...3...2...1!"
Ling Yi's vision blurred, and the next moment, he found himself on an ancient street filled with a modern Aura.
Just then, a foreigner walked over, gave Ling Yi a disgusted look, and then spat in front of Ling Yi.
This is outrageous! I can't tolerate this!
Ling Yi was a scoundrel in his previous life, and the leader of all scoundrels. Do you expect a scoundrel to have a good temper?
Ling Yi quickly took a few steps and stopped the blond foreigner.
"Golden Retriever, apologize!" Ling Yi said, waving his dirty hands in front of the golden retriever.
The blond man quickly took two steps back, clearly not wanting to be touched by Ling Yi; otherwise, his newly bought expensive suit would be wasted.
The golden retriever asked incredulously in broken Chinese, "What are you saying? You want me to apologize?"
Ling Yi looked the blond man up and down, then said with a smile, "Your clothes must have been expensive, right?"
As he spoke, he made a move to return the clothes, but the golden retriever looked disgusted and took two steps back.
"See these hands of mine? I've rummaged through trash cans and grabbed cow dung today. If I were to smear them on you, wouldn't your clothes be ruined?"
The golden retriever retreated again in terror, gagged twice as it looked at Ling Yi's hands.
"Okay, don't come any closer. I apologize for what I did!" The blond man didn't want to get entangled with the beggar in front of him any longer; Ling Yi's hands were just too lethal.
"If apologies were enough, what would we need the police for?" Ling Yi chuckled, rubbing his fingers together as he took two more steps forward.
Golden Hair cursed under his breath, reluctantly took out two silver dollars, and threw them directly to Ling Yi.
Ling Yi swiftly reached out and caught it, but two silver dollars seemed a bit too little. Although he didn't know the value of those two silver dollars, he figured he could get as much as he could.
He didn't want to be known as a beggar forever.
To be honest, even he himself is feeling nauseous, let alone the golden retriever.
Seeing Ling Yi's dissatisfied expression, the golden retriever suddenly became angry and shouted, "Don't push your luck!"
"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Ling Yi said disdainfully, while extending his finger as if to poke the blond-haired man's shoulder.
"Stop, don't move, Faker, Shui Te, I'm out of luck today!" The blond-haired man, his face dark, pulled out a hundred dollars from his shirt pocket and handed it to Ling Yi.
This is my final concession!
Ling Yi knew this was the golden retriever's bottom line, so he stopped making a fuss. He chuckled, snatched the banknotes, waved them in his hand, and said, "See you later!"
After saying that, Ling Yi turned and left, leaving the golden retriever staring at Ling Yi's the Back with a gloomy expression. After a while, the golden retriever spat on the ground and left, cursing.
Ling Yi's actions immediately stunned the few hundred viewers in the live stream, and the previously sparse comments started refreshing rapidly.
[Oh, Xiu'er, you're so incredibly talented!]
[Calculate the area of this NPC's psychological trauma!]
[A beggar's identity? This 9527 is lucky.]
[That's indeed true; the lower your status, the less likely you are to be noticed by NPCs.]
[As long as he doesn't act too outrageously, this beggar will definitely pass the level.]
[However, if your status is low, it's difficult to participate in the main storyline, making it hard to achieve a high rating.]
[What more could you ask for? Just getting through the level is good enough. And if you do, you get 100 diamonds! That's awesome!]
[That's true, I'm envious!]
[Envious +1!]
[9527 was a bit reckless. I have a feeling that the blond foreigner might retaliate. You know, this is old Hong Kong now; nobody cares if a beggar dies.]
[Yeah, if I were 9527, I'd just lie low and wait until the story ends. A hundred dollars plus two silver dollars has a lot of purchasing power; I could easily find a place to live carefree for a month or two.]
[This 9527 case was a lucky one; there just happened to be no one else on this road, and the blond foreigner was clearly a clean person. If it had been someone else, the outcome might have been different.]
[Also, this foreigner probably didn't have any change on him, otherwise he wouldn't have given away a hundred dollars so readily. A hundred dollars is no small sum; this blond guy will probably regret it for a while, and the possibility of him retaliating later is quite high.]
[The answer above is correct!]
Why do I feel like this 9527 isn't someone who's content to stay put?
Ling Yi had no idea that his outburst had generated considerable buzz for him.
But even if I knew, I wouldn't care.
After getting the money, Ling Yi went straight to the bathhouse to clean himself up.
The bathhouse was easy to find; Ling Yi turned a corner and found one. However, the owner, seeing Ling Yi as such a dirty beggar, naturally refused to let Ling Yi in.
Ling Yi slammed the two silver dollars on the table and asked, "Is that enough?"
The boss glanced at Ling Yi, then at Da Yang, before reaching out to grab Da Yang and tapping it near his ear. He then revealed an extremely fake smile.
"Enough, enough, enough!"
Ling Yi ultimately underestimated the purchasing power of the silver dollar. At the prices of that era, one silver dollar could buy fifty catties of Dami, and one silver dollar was roughly equivalent to one hundred yuan.
How could the owner refuse a bath that costs 200 yuan?
He paused for a moment, then added, "How about I arrange a private room for you? Don't worry, the private room has a large bathtub, and I'll also bring you a plate of snacks, how about that?"
This boss doesn't mean any harm.
If Ling Yi were to go to the public bathhouse dressed like that, the other guests would probably all be driven away by the stench.
If it's a single room, it'll just be Ling Yi. He can do whatever he wants with the tub. He can just wash it again later, or throw it away and replace it with a new one.
Ling Yi didn't mind; it was convenient for him to be alone.
An hour later, Ling Yi walked out of the bathhouse feeling refreshed.
The boss, however, kept pursing his lips as he watched Ling Yi's the Back.
Ling Yi changed the water three times during his wash, and the owner had already had the Nam thrown away.
After leaving the bathhouse, Ling Yi went to a clothing store and spent two silver dollars to get a black long gown and a black top hat.
One hundred US dollars were exchanged for 75 silver dollars.
Ling Yi had gained a rough understanding of the prices of goods in this era.
After all this commotion, Ling Yi transformed from a beggar into a tall, thin scholar.
With his slightly simple and honest appearance, he finally looked somewhat presentable.
Afterwards, Ling Yi found a restaurant, ordered a pot of liquor, a roast chicken, and a few steamed buns. While eating, he activated his cheat system, Passive Role-Playing Aura System.
Looking at the three options above: Zhao Yun, Ip Man, Conan.
Conan is out of the question. Asking a grown man to play a primary school student would be a recipe for disaster; his acting skills would be questionable.
Logically, choosing Zhao Yun would be the most beneficial option, but Zhao Yun is somewhat mismatched with this scenario.
However, after much hesitation, Ling Yi still chose to play Ip Man.
Host: Ling Yi!
Currently playing the role of: Ip Man (10%)!
Cultivation level: Entry-Level Martial Artist!
Activate skills: Wing Chun (Entry level), Eight Slashing Knives (Entry level).
Ling Yi clearly felt that his body had become much stronger, and his mind was filled with more Wing Chun and Eight Slashing Knives Technique moves and power generation techniques.
"But where does this 10% acting percentage come from? Is it because my current image and clothing match Ip Man's?"
It seems like that's the only reason.
No, I'm still missing a cigarette.
After finishing his meal, Ling Yi found a shop and bought a pack of cigarettes and a box of matches.
When Ling Yi ignited his boredom by imitating Ip Man, sure enough, the role-playing progress reached 15%!
Feeling his body grow even stronger, Ling Yi couldn't help but smile sheepishly.
After all this trouble, it's almost dark now.
Ling Yi Liuliu and started looking for a place to stay. Ling Yi didn't want to stay in a hotel; instead, he wanted to rent a small courtyard.
Just then, a rickshaw came speeding by, pulled by a burly middle-aged man. As it passed Ling Yi, the man deliberately slowed down and asked, "Boss, need a ride?"
Ling Yi's eyes lit up, and he laughed, "Great!"
After Ling Yi was seated, the rickshaw the Final Master asked, "Boss, where are you going?"
Do you know where I can rent a place nearby?
As a rickshaw Siji, he travels through the streets and alleys and must be very familiar with the environment of Hong Kong, which is why Ling Yi asked this question.
"Does the landlord want a long-term or short-term lease?"
"It might take one or two months. Ideally, it would be a small, independent courtyard with a decent environment."
"That counts as a long-term rental. I happen to know a landlord who has a small courtyard house available for rent these days. It's not big, but it's quite quiet."
"Then let's go take a look!"
"Okay!"
Feeling the speed of the rickshaw, Ling Yi couldn't help but praise himself for his cleverness.
If I were to search for it myself, I would be completely lost.
The rental process went surprisingly smoothly. Although the courtyard was not in the city center, it wasn't exactly in the suburbs either.
The courtyard was very clean and tidy. Although the two main houses were somewhat dilapidated, they looked quite sturdy and solid.
Ling Yi readily paid five silver dollars, thus securing a place to stay in this storyline.
Meanwhile, in Hung Chun-nam's mansion, Hung Chun-nam's eldest daughter Hung Yuet-kiu, was leaning on the windowsill, gazing blankly at the moon.
Just then, a servant who was delivering tea to Hung Chun-nam's room passed by the window.
Hung Yuet-kiu hesitated for a moment, then shouted, "Heavenly King covers the Earth Tiger!"