Hong Kong variety show: Hung Hing, are you contributing to society?

Early morning, Lockhart Road, Causeway Bay.

The steam from the steamed dim sum, mixed with the aroma of tea and smoke, paints a vivid picture of the vibrant everyday life on Hong Kong Island.

At a large table by the window, Boss B, the leader of Hung Hing Causeway Bay, was having morning tea with several gang uncles and Fat Lai.

This gathering was initiated by Fatty Li.

Since making a fortune by following Lin Yaodong in stock trading, Fatty Li and Boss B have become much closer.

In a community, shared interests are always the strongest bond.

Although Fat Lai's "Art" magazine relies on gimmicks to attract attention, it is ultimately not the right path.

He is very shrewd and has a keen sense of smell.

After Lam Yiu-tung took over as the head of Mong Kok, he made a lot of moves, from listing Oriental Property to secretly contacting construction companies to get involved in real estate. This made him feel like he was being scratched by a cat.

"Brother B, have some tea, have some tea." Fatty Li smiled and took the initiative to pick up the purple clay teapot and fill it with the finest Pu'er tea for Big Brother B.

He specifically chose this time-honored restaurant today to make it seem like a solemn occasion.

"Ah Tung has been making a name for himself in Mong Kok lately. I heard he's opening a big company and buying up land, making quite a splash. Is he trying to emulate those tycoons and get into real estate to make an even bigger fortune?"

Boss B was in a great mood, his face glowing.

Although he used to be a leader in the triad, Causeway Bay was a bustling area with many gangs, making the competition fierce and the pressure considerable.

Since Lin Yaodong became one of his subordinates, and his title as "former boss" was confirmed, his status within the gang has risen accordingly.

Those uncles and patriarchs who used to only show him politeness or even ignore him now greet him warmly and often invite him for tea or meals.

This feeling of being respected and valued is something that Boss B really enjoys.

He slowly picked up his teacup, blew on it, took a sip, and then said unhurriedly, "Brother Li, I'm not very knowledgeable about the specifics of real estate. But Ah Dong mentioned it to me, saying that the first thing to do is... set up a property management company."

"Property management company?" Fat Li put down the teapot, leaning forward unconsciously, his eyes gleaming.

"The kind that charges management fees? How is it different from the protection money we collect? Little B, tell us about it, even if it's just gossip."

He runs a magazine and can be considered a "cultural businessman." He understands company operations better and is more interested in them than the average gangster.

"That's how it is..." Boss B cleared his throat and vividly described the story Lin Yaodong had told Jiang Tiansheng, adding his own interpretation.

What about turning street vendors into legitimate security guards, packaging protection fees as property management fees and issuing invoices, and integrating Mong Kok's hawker, rental, and labor markets to provide one-stop services? The ultimate goal is to make the triad's income transparent so that it can be deposited in banks and used for business in a respectable manner.

Although what the expert B said was a bit disorganized, he conveyed the core meaning clearly.

Fatty Li's eyes widened as he listened, and he forgot to dip the shrimp dumplings in vinegar before stuffing them directly into his mouth.

"Holy crap! You can do that?!" Fatty Li couldn't help but swear, deeply shocked.

As someone who runs an art magazine, he is acutely aware of the pain and risks of walking the line between right and wrong.

If we really follow Lin Yaodong's model, wouldn't all the money collected by Hung Hing be able to be laundered?

This is no longer a simple upgrade of a community, but a game-changer in terms of business model!

He quickly calculated in his mind whether, if this model were implemented on his turf, his magazine could use this network to conduct more covert distribution and fund transfers...

The uncles and elders at the table, though old and somewhat rigid in their thinking, realized the immense value of keywords like "legal income," "issue invoices," and "deposit in the bank." They whispered among themselves, their faces showing surprise and keen interest.

"That young man, Ah Dong, is really sharp-witted!"

"If this works out, we old folks won't have to worry about the police checking our accounts all the time!"

"I'm afraid it'll be all bark and no bite..."

"What would you like to say, Mr. Jiang?"

"Mr. Chiang seems very supportive, saying he'd like to set up a model in Mong Kok for him to see."

Before they had even finished their morning tea, the news that Lin Yaodong was going to set up a property management company to reform the triads spread like wildfire throughout the entire Hung Hing organization.

For the next few days, the phone in Lin Yaodong's office was ringing almost non-stop.

The heads of various branches, influential uncles, and even some lower-level leaders with some ideas all called to sound out the situation and inquire about the details.

Some were simply curious, while others, like Fat Lai, sensed a business opportunity and wanted to see if they could get a piece of the pie.

Lin Yaodong showed great patience towards those who took the initiative to contact him and showed interest.

He patiently explained Oriental Property's operating philosophy, short-term goals, and long-term plans.

Of course, he was referring to versions that had been filtered.

He knew in his heart that these people were the ones he could unite and even assimilate in the future.

His grand ambitions require manpower and supporters. These people who can understand trends and are willing to accept new things are the nutrients he needs to absorb.

However, where there is light, there is also shadow.

Within Hung Hing, there were also many conservatives.

Some of the hall masters and uncles, whose thinking was rigid or whose own interests were deeply tied to the existing model, scoffed at Lin Yaodong's approach.

Property management company?

Collect management fees?

You idiot! We're gangsters!

Gangsters shouldn't be talking about fighting and killing, or collecting debts at the movies.

What kind of company are you running? What kind of systematic management? What kind of high society are you pretending to be? Aren't you happy just collecting protection money legitimately?

These remarks naturally reached Lin Yaodong's ears.

He simply smiled faintly, picked up a pen, and wrote down the names and main points of these people in an exquisite leather notebook.

In his plan, these stumbling blocks are not needed in the future.

Since their philosophies differ and they cannot work together to make money and achieve a brighter future, the best solution is to find a way to help them retire early and enjoy a peaceful retirement.

He will invite them to retire there, in his own way.

Lin Yaodong has exceptional drive and efficiency.

While engaging in high-level public relations and disseminating his ideas, he was also working diligently to integrate the Mong Kok area.

Today, he personally led a team to visit the streets and alleys of Mong Kok to extend his greetings and best wishes to the people.

This is both a necessary public relations effort to establish a friendly image for the new leader and an important part of his overall strategy—he wants to thoroughly understand and control the capillaries of Mong Kok.

The group, dressed in understated but well-made casual clothes, walked through the narrow and crowded streets of Mong Kok.

Lin Yaodong personally carried rice, oil and other daily necessities to visit some neighborhood families in need, showing concern and understanding their actual needs. He also promised that Dongfang Property Management Company would improve the community's environmental sanitation and security as soon as possible.

Following behind Lin Yaodong was Su Jianqiu.

The undercover agent planted by the police was experiencing mixed feelings.

He watched as Lin Yaodong patiently listened to an old woman complain about the garbage pile downstairs, earnestly promising to add more garbage bins and increase the frequency of garbage collection...

Watching him chat idly with the owner of the newsstand on the street, inquiring about business...

Su Jianqiu was filled with confusion: What exactly does Lin Yaodong want to do?

Is it to win people's hearts? Or does he genuinely want to be a good community steward?