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

Stephen Chow quickly took a deep breath, trying his best to appear as a righteous and virtuous sage who had worked tirelessly for the country and its people, and said in a slightly tired and serious tone:

"Oh dear, honey, next time, next time for sure! Look at the time, it's almost time for work, being late means a pay cut! Our boss has been really strict lately!"

"Hmph~ How boring!" He Min lightly pinched his waist in dissatisfaction. "When we first started dating, you were incredibly proactive. Now you've turned into a saint?"

Suddenly remembering something, she let go of his hand, turned to Zhou Xingxing, and asked, "By the way, I remember you were transferred to be a traffic cop a while ago, right? How come I haven't seen you on duty at any of the major intersections these past few days?"

Stephen Chow's heart skipped a beat, and he knew something was wrong.

He was secretly sent back as an undercover agent by his superiors through a combination of coaxing, deception, and threats, without He Min's knowledge.

He Min once threatened that if he dared to do such a dangerous job as an undercover agent again, she would divorce him immediately.

If this gets exposed, a family tragedy is imminent...

His mind raced, and he quickly managed to force a look that seemed both helpless and slightly smug: "Oh, you mean that one!"

Hey, our boss thinks I'm a real talent, and it would be a waste to leave me out in the sun and wind on the street!

So a few days ago I was transferred back to the Flying Tigers! It's still the same old unit, right?

He tried to mask his guilty conscience with a relaxed tone.

"Really?! You've been transferred back to the Flying Tigers?!" He Min believed it without hesitation and was overjoyed. She excitedly hugged Zhou Xingxing's neck and gave him a big kiss on the cheek.

"Great! I don't have to worry about you standing on the road breathing in exhaust fumes every day anymore! The Flying Tigers are dangerous too, but at least they're an elite force, and it's much more promising than being a traffic cop! Most importantly, the salary is high."

She excitedly started planning: "Now that you've been transferred back to the Flying Tigers and your job is stable, can we start thinking about buying a house?"

We've been looking at that small two-bedroom apartment for ages, and we have just enough for a down payment of 20 yuan. We can't delay any longer, or the price will go up again!

He Min looked up, her eyes sparkling with anticipation: "I've been having you keep that 20 yuan down payment in your account, right? If there's no problem, I'll make an appointment with the real estate agent, and we'll go look at apartments together the day after tomorrow at noon. If it's suitable, we'll make a decision!"

"Huh? The day after tomorrow?" When Zhou Xingxing heard "20" and "viewing the house", he was thunderstruck and cried out in panic.

That 20... is long gone!

He misappropriated the money in an emergency during his last undercover mission, and now only a few hundred dollars are left in that card...

He hadn't dared to tell He Min about this, thinking he'd wait until the mission was over and he received the reward money or figure out how to raise the money before telling her. He never expected the death knell to come so quickly.

"What's wrong? Honey, is there a problem?" He Min keenly noticed Zhou Xingxing's unusual behavior, her smile faded slightly, and she looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Stephen Chow broke out in a cold sweat instantly. He quickly waved his hand, forcing out a smile that looked worse than a grimace.

"No...no! What could be wrong? Haha, it's just 20, it's all in my account! I'm just...I'm just wondering if noon the day after tomorrow would be too rushed? Let me check the schedule..."

"What's the rush? I've already talked to the agent! It's settled. You have to take a day off to come out the day after tomorrow at noon!" He Min's tone was firm, filled with undeniable joy, and she didn't think of anything bad at all.

Stephen Chow had no choice but to agree, though his heart was filled with despair.

Oh no, oh no, I'm doomed... Where am I supposed to conjure up 20 before the day after tomorrow?

After washing up, Zhou Xingxing walked out of the rented room listlessly, looking like a wilted eggplant.

Despite the bright sunshine, he felt a sense of gloom before his eyes.

He dawdled as he arrived at "Oriental Property Management Co., Ltd."

The company's facade has been renovated, and the people coming in and out all look respectable. Who would have thought that its boss is Lin Yaodong, the head of the Hung Hing Society?

And he himself, a dignified Flying Tigers elite, was actually working as an undercover agent here.

"Good morning, Brother Xing! Brother Dong wants you to go straight to his office after you arrive." A young henchman dressed in a suit and tie, who looked more like a high-level white-collar worker than a gangster, walked up to Zhou Xingxing and said politely.

"Okay, thank you." Zhou Xingxing replied weakly and walked towards Lin Yaodong's office.

He was filled with anxiety, worried about the 20 yuan down payment and also concerned that Lin Yaodong might be looking for him.

Every time he faced Lin Yaodong, he felt that this "Brother Dong's" eyes seemed to see through everything, putting him, the undercover agent, under immense pressure.

After knocking on the door and receiving permission, Zhou Xingxing pushed it open and immediately put on a warm, slightly obsequious, and loyal smile, shouting loudly, "Brother Dong! Good morning! Did you need something?"

Lin Yaodong was sitting behind his large boss's chair reading documents when he heard the sound. He looked up and a warm smile appeared on his face.

Today he was wearing a light gray casual suit, looking refined and approachable, not at all like a gangster boss.

He stood up, walked over naturally, and affectionately put his arm around Stephen Chow's shoulder, looking like two good buddies.

"Ah Xing is here. Come on, let's go check out the construction site of the new building I just acquired," Lin Yaodong said with a smile, his tone as relaxed as if he were inviting a friend for tea.

Going to a construction site? To carry bricks?

Or should we go and inspect?

Zhou Xingxing was completely bewildered, but dared not ask any questions. He could only nod and bow as he followed Lin Yaodong out of the company and into his luxurious and comfortable Bentley.

The car drove smoothly on the streets of Mong Kok.

Lin Yaodong sat in the back row, relaxed, and began to chat with Zhou Xingxing, asking him about his well-being: "Xing, at your age, do you have a girlfriend yet?"

Stephen Chow honestly replied, "Brother Dong, I'm married."

"Married? That's great!" Lin Yaodong's smile widened, and he patted Zhou Xingxing on the shoulder, but his tone carried a deeper meaning.

"Once a man is married, he has a sense of belonging, and he becomes more stable and responsible in his work."

He continued casually, "The three of you haven't been with me the longest, but I feel we get along the best. Now, only Ah Ren is still single... I need to find an opportunity to find him someone, that would make things more perfect..."

Zhou Xingxing didn't know why Lin Yaodong would mention the number '3'.

At this moment, he didn't quite understand the deeper meaning of Lin Yaodong's words—that having a family means having more worries and weaknesses, making one easier to control.

Lin Yaodong is subtly weaving his control network through appeasement.

"By the way, what does your wife do for a living?" Lin Yaodong continued to ask, seemingly in casual conversation, but each question actually pointed to the core information.