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

It was noon.

Lin Yaodong's first inspection of the construction site naturally required some gestures, both to reward his subordinates and to unite the team, allowing new employees to get acquainted with the company and experience its benefits and culture.

So, the group of over a hundred people left the construction site in a grand procession and headed to the Peninsula Hotel, a famous luxury hotel on Hong Kong Island.

The group was quite impressive, with most of the workers still wearing mud-stained work clothes, creating a stark contrast with the Peninsula Hotel's opulent and elegant lobby.

They walked somewhat awkwardly on the gleaming marble floor, their eyes filled with both curiosity and a hint of self-consciousness.

The hotel's front desk manager had already been notified. Although he and his staff could not hide their disdain for the group of "peasant" guests, their faces were plastered with professional, almost obsequious smiles.

There was no other reason than that the leader was Lam Yiu-tung, a figure who had recently gained considerable influence in Hong Kong and was respected by both the underworld and legitimate society.

"Mr. Lin, welcome! The private room has been prepared according to your request. Please follow me." The manager bowed and led the way, his attitude extremely respectful.

Lin Yaodong nodded slightly and walked calmly at the front amidst the respectful gazes of his subordinates.

He booked the entire floor of the hotel's Chinese restaurant.

When the workers entered the restaurant, which was more luxurious than they could have imagined, they couldn't help but let out low gasps of amazement and began to whisper among themselves.

"This is my first time eating at such a high-end place..."

"Is this Lam Yiu-tung of Hung Hing? He's really generous..."

"What's your name, Hung Hing? What's your name, Lam Yiu Tung? From now on, you're a member of Hung Hing, so call me Brother Tung!"

"Yes, yes, it's still us, Brother Dong! If we had continued following Crow of Tung Sing, we might not even have lunch boxes to eat right now..."

The discussions were filled with anticipation for the future and approval of the current leader.

The food and drinks were served quickly, a dazzling array of dishes, many of which were delicacies that these low-level gangsters and workers had never tasted before.

......

the other side.

Several vans pulled up in a flurry at a construction site on Tai Ping Road in Kowloon.

Crow and his henchmen swarmed off the bread cart, with Crow flicking his bangs.

Where are they?!

The construction site was empty except for an old man guarding the gate.

One of the underlings, after finding out what happened, returned and reported: "Boss, the gatekeeper said that Lin Yaodong took the workers to the Peninsula Hotel for a big meal."

"What?!" The crow exclaimed in surprise.

At that moment, his stomach started growling.

They originally planned to have a meal before coming to cause trouble for Lin Yaodong.

But on the way here, because his younger brother had switched jobs, Crow got angrier and angrier, so he came directly to Lin Yaodong's construction site.

"Perfect! Let's go to the Peninsula Hotel to settle accounts with Lin Yaodong and have a meal while we're at it!!"

So, the group got back into the car, slammed the doors, and rushed off to the Peninsula Hotel.

The van sped along, running several red lights, and soon arrived at the Peninsula Hotel.

A large group of people rushed in.

.....

The Peninsula Hotel.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Lin Yaodong picked up his wine glass and slowly stood up.

The moment he stood up, the noisy restaurant fell silent, and everyone's eyes were on him.

Lin Yaodong looked around at the more than one hundred faces, including core members who had followed him for a long time, as well as new blood like Huang Mao who had just joined.

He cleared his throat and used the mobilization techniques of "corporate culture" that he had been exposed to before his transmigration: "Brothers, some of you are veterans of Hung Hing, and there are also many new comrades who have joined us."

But no matter what, since you've followed me, Lin Yaodong, we're all brothers, family!

"Come on, let me raise a glass to everyone! To celebrate you all joining our big family!"

"Respect, Brother Dong!"

"Respect Dong-ge!!"

"....."

The crowd below was in high spirits, and everyone stood up in unison, raising their glasses.

At this moment, regardless of where they came from or what their intentions were, at least on the surface, a strong sense of collective belonging permeated the atmosphere.

"Cheers!" Lin Yaodong was the first to down his drink in one gulp.

"Cheers!!!" The crowd responded enthusiastically, tilting their heads back to drink, and the atmosphere reached its peak.

However, it was at this moment when the atmosphere was most enthusiastic and people were most united.

boom! ! !

The restaurant's heavy doors were kicked open from the outside with extreme force.

The crows have arrived.

He was carrying the front desk manager.

A group of about ten henchmen followed behind, rushing in with the crow.

"Lin Yaodong! You son of a bitch..."

The crow's cursing suddenly stopped, and the expressions on the faces of his previously fierce-looking henchmen also froze.

Because compared to their dozen or so people.

There were over a hundred people in the dining hall at that time.

The two groups stared at each other,

The scene fell silent for a moment.

It was the front desk manager who broke the silence by turning to Lin Yaodong: "Mr. Lin, this Mr. Crow says he needs to speak with you..."

So it was a crow...no wonder it looked familiar...Lin Yaodong looked at the lead crow, "You want to see me?"

Lin Yaodong's side had over a hundred people, while their side only had a dozen or so... Crow was speechless for a moment, "Uh..."

He immediately thought of his usual excuse for running away when something happened: "Excuse me, I've gone to the wrong place..."

The crow immediately turned around, winked at its henchmen, and whispered, "Go, go, go... hurry up..."

At this time.

Realizing the visitors had ill intentions, Xiao Fu had already closed the door.

It's over...

The crow had a sudden inspiration, turned to face Lin Yaodong, and suddenly laughed loudly as it walked over.

"Hahaha~~~ Isn't this Hung Hing's stock market guru, Brother Tung?"

He approached Lin Yaodong, took out a few empty packs of cigarettes from his pocket, and then pulled out a crumpled cigarette and handed it to Lin Yaodong.

"Brother Dong, want a smoke?"

The henchmen that Crow brought stared dumbfounded at their boss's series of smooth and reverse maneuvers, their mouths agape, their minds completely blank.

Boss... what are you doing?

Didn't they say they came to settle scores with Lin Yaodong?

Now you're bowing and scraping as you offer someone a cigarette?

Lin Yaodong was also impressed by Crow's smooth change in attitude.

The martial arts world is not just about fighting and killing.

Judging from the way the crow came in, it was easy to tell that he was there to cause trouble.

Lin Yaodong quickly realized why the crow had come; it was simply because of his underling's job-hopping.

"Brother Crow, have you eaten yet? Why don't you sit down and have something to eat with us?"

"Um...is this...appropriate?" Crow felt a little embarrassed when he saw Lin Yaodong being so polite and giving him face, and when he remembered that he had come to cause trouble.

But... I am indeed hungry...

"Then shall we eat something...?"

He turned to look at the henchmen he had brought with him.

Lin Yaodong smiled and said to the manager, "Add two more tables!"

The manager quickly replied, "Yes!"

He immediately arranged for the Dongxing underlings to sit down.

"Come on, Brother Crow, have a seat." Lin Yaodong smiled and arranged for Crow to sit next to him.

Then he shouted, "Everyone, welcome the brothers from Tung Sing!"

He took the lead in clapping, and then more than a hundred people followed suit.

The crow reluctantly, somewhat embarrassed, and unwillingly sat down. To show off his power, he shouted to his underlings, "Are you mute? Aren't you going to thank Brother Dong?!"

Dongxing underlings: "Thank you, Brother Dong!!" *12.