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

Zhou Xingxing dared not hide anything, and knowing that this information could be easily found, he replied, "She is a teacher at a middle school."

"Teacher? That's great. It's a stable and respected profession." Lin Yaodong nodded approvingly, then asked the most crucial question.

"So... have you bought a house yet? You can't just get married and let your wife squeeze into a small rented apartment in a tenement building, can you? A man shouldn't let his woman suffer."

This sentence really hit Stephen Chow right in the heart!

He's so worried about this that he's almost gone bald.

He sighed and complained sincerely, "Brother Dong, of course I want to buy! I dream of having my own home! But... I don't have the money! You know how outrageous the property prices in Hong Kong Island are right now, they're practically skyrocketing."

Lin Yaodong immediately said, "Is money a problem? If you need money, you can talk to Brother Dong... Those who follow me know that I'm the easiest person to talk to."

Stephen Chow's expression shifted; his worry was precisely that he had no money, his savings were all gone, and he had no way to explain himself to his wife.

But he opened his mouth and no words came out.

He remembered that he was an undercover agent planted by the police next to Lin Yaodong. How could an undercover agent borrow money from his own target?

While it wouldn't be considered a violation of discipline, it was still inappropriate.

Lin Yaodong asked, "Are you really having difficulties? Tell me about it?"

Stephen Chow shook his head sadly: "I'm just afraid that Brother Dong is kind enough to lend me money, but I won't be able to pay it back."

Even if he borrows money from Lin Yaodong to pay off the 20 yuan hole, what about the future?

What to do about the mortgage?

As an undercover agent, he only earns two or three thousand a month. How is he going to pay off his mortgage?

Lin Yaodong said, "We're all good brothers. I'll lend you money at a lower interest rate than the bank. You can pay it back slowly over ten, twenty, or even thirty years."

"Really?!" Stephen Chow's eyes lit up.

But reason prevailed over desire. "Let me think about it some more..."

.....

On one side of Taiping Road, a construction site enclosed by a wall was emitting a deafening noise.

The pile driver rhythmically struck the ground, producing a dull, loud noise. The framework of reinforced concrete was beginning to take shape, foreshadowing that another high-rise building would soon rise from the ground here.

The hustle and bustle of the construction site contrasts sharply with the surrounding old tenement buildings, as if a silent struggle between the old and new eras is taking place here.

Just then, a sleek, jet-black Bentley silently glided across the slightly bumpy road and came to a precise stop at the construction site entrance.

Its understated yet luxurious aura stood out from the chaotic surroundings, attracting curious yet somewhat awe-inspiring glances from a few idle thugs on the roadside.

The car door opened, and the first thing to step out was a pair of gleaming Italian handmade leather shoes, followed by Lin Yaodong himself.

Almost simultaneously, another young man, Stephen Chow, jumped out of the passenger seat.

His movements were somewhat hasty, contrasting with Lin Yaodong's composure.

He was wearing a relatively casual jacket, his eyes scanning his surroundings warily, his body posture maintaining an unconscious state of alertness.

As an undercover agent placed next to Lin Yaodong, Zhou Xingxing was always on edge, having to play the role of a henchman while also constantly observing and recording Lin Yaodong's every word and action.

Before the car was even turned off, a slightly jarring sound broke the brief silence.

"Hey! Can't you see the sign? Parking is prohibited here!"

A young man with a head full of dry, yellow hair, wearing a helmet askew and smoking a half-smoked cigarette, swaggered over.

His floral shirt was wrinkled, the top few buttons were missing, revealing his slightly thin chest. His clothes were stained with oil and dust, and he exuded an air of slovenliness, as if he hadn't groomed himself properly for days.

He walked to the front of the car, impatiently tapped the hood with his fingers holding a cigarette, his movements flippant, his eyes filled with the arrogance and bluster typical of a low-level gangster.

Lin Yaodong was not angry, and the smile on his face did not diminish in the slightest.

He simply turned his head slightly, his gaze calmly falling on the blond-haired man, scrutinizing him from his non-compliant helmet to the cigarette he was smoking and his slovenly clothes.

This calm gaze, ironically, made the blond-haired man, who was used to loud and boisterous environments, feel slightly uncomfortable.

"You don't recognize me?" Lin Yaodong asked.

Huang Mao was taken aback by the question. He subconsciously looked at Lin Yaodong carefully, and then glanced at the magnificent black Bentley that was rarely seen on the street. He felt a little uneasy, but he still refused to back down.

He curled his lip and said in an exaggerated tone, "Do I need to know you? Who are you? You've got quite the entourage, are you here to cause trouble? Do you know who my boss is? The newly appointed leader of Hung Hing, the boss of Mong Kok, the rising stock market god, the pride of our gangsters—Lam Yiu-tung!"

He rattled off a long list of names as if reciting a tongue twister, trying to overwhelm his opponent with his imposing manner.

Stephen Chow couldn't help but step forward, and said in a tone that was both mocking and serious, "Hey! You blondie, you keep saying your boss is Brother Tung, don't you know that the person standing in front of you right now is Brother Tung himself?!"

"Huh?!" The arrogant expression on the blond-haired man's face froze instantly.

He stared wide-eyed, looking at Lin Yaodong with disbelief.

Dressed in a suit and tie, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, refined and handsome, with a smile on his face... this image certainly matched the description he had heard in the underworld recently.

He had just switched sides from the East Star Gang yesterday, and was recruited based on his cleverness and daring spirit. How could he have had the chance to meet this legendary big boss in person?

When Lin Yaodong heard the ridiculously long list of titles, his lips twitched almost imperceptibly, and he muttered to himself.

What bastard gave me that name? It's so long, I can't even breathe after reading it.

"You...you really are Brother Dong?" The blond-haired man's voice trembled as he asked again, his tone softening.

Lin Yaodong pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, a hint of amusement in his eyes behind the lenses: "Could it be that someone else dares to impersonate me?"

"Oh dear! Brother Dong! I was blind to your greatness! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!"

Huang Mao's attitude underwent a complete 180-degree turn. His previous arrogance vanished without a trace, replaced by extreme fear and excitement. He suddenly bent over, almost into a deep bow of 90 degrees, his head nearly touching his knees.

Lin Yaodong waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to do that: "New here?"

The blond-haired man excitedly raised his head, his face plastered with a fawning smile: "Yeah, Brother Dong! Everyone in the underworld says you're loyal and generous, Brother Dong. I was tempted after hearing that, so I immediately switched from Dongxing yesterday. I'll be working for you from now on!"

Did you switch from another organization?

Lin Yaodong's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly, just about to ask for some details.