Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 393

The New Tales of Old Shanghai
St. Paul's Convent School, Fung, Natalie - 13
"I
t's your turn. "
Yin nodded at the sentence, smiling politely at the man before him, he walked into the toilet.
He stood there looking at the strange and weird thing in front of him, and contemplated his choices before opening
the door again, and he saw a man in a suit staring at him.
"I'm sorry sir, how am I suppose to... use this thing? " Yin looked at the floor in embarrassment, and looked back up again when
he heard a deep chuckle.
"Must have grown up in a village, haven't you?" The man chuckled again and pushed past him, and pointing out the part that he
was supposed to use. Yin nodded and thanked the man profusely, before shutting the door.
Yin was on a train to Shanghai, and having grown up in a small village where your business is everyone's business, everything felt
weird. He was unused to seeing so many strangers together, but at the same time, felt a thrill of excitement fill him at the thought
of exploring the world before him.
//Shanghai, 1931//
The streets were full of people in suits, couples on dates, and there were a lot of women in so little clothing that it shocked him.
Were they only wearing their undergarments? Yin blushed and looked away, because somehow it did not felt polite to stare at
these ladies who were near naked and the way they were staring and winking at every man that walked past was... weird to say at
least. They were crossing their legs and pouting their lips, and one of them even kissed a man on the lips, and in public!
Feeling a sudden presence next to him, he looked and saw the man from earlier. The man, with a slightly chubby built, grinned
at him and stuck out a hand.
"Ming Lee. You?"
Yin stared at the offered hand, before taking and shaking it.
"Yin Long." He replied.
"Dragon, huh. So what you say, friend, come with me and explore the depths of Shanghai? I know some people that can help
you fly to the top of the pyramid like a dragon." Ming said.
Yin considered it for a moment before nodding, because after all, what was there to lose?
//Shanghai,1933//
"Mister Long, Mister Lee is here to see you. " Bruce, his bodyguard announced, a stoic expression on his face.
"I want you to find this man called John Warner. He has a list of all the reformed names in his hand of all the undercover traitors
in Shanghai and I want ." Ming said, cutting straight to the case.
Yin looked out of his window, taking a drag of his cigarette.
If you were one of the people in suits, there was no way on earth that you have never heard of Yin Long, the dragon of Shanghai.