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

a new day.

The sunshine on Hong Kong Island always carries an impatient intensity, as if it wants to expose every inch of the city's prosperity and darkness to the light of day.

The glass curtain walls of the towering skyscrapers reflected dazzling light, and the streets were bustling with traffic and crowds, everything was full of restless vitality.

Superintendent Cheung Man-yiu, dressed in casual sportswear, had just finished tying his running shoelaces.

Today is his day off, and he plans to go for a 10-kilometer jog along the familiar seaside track to work up a sweat and temporarily forget about the infighting and mountains of case files in the police force.

He took a deep breath of the still-fresh morning air and was about to leave when his personal cell phone in his pocket vibrated at an inopportune moment.

The number is unfamiliar.

Zhang Wenyao frowned. Not many people knew the private phone number of a police officer of his rank.

A professional sense of caution made him hesitate for a moment, but thinking of his certain circle of friends, he still pressed the answer button.

"Feed?" His voice carried a hint of annoyance at being disturbed.

A calm and gentle male voice came from the other end of the phone: "Officer Zhang, good morning. I apologize for bothering you. This is Lin Yaodong."

Lin Yaodong?

Who is the newly appointed leader of the Mong Kok branch of Hung Hing?

The "Master of Stock Gods" who has been making headlines in the stock market and media lately?

Zhang Wenyao's heart skipped a beat.

Of course he knew Lin Yaodong, but why did he come to him?

In fact, he had already vaguely thought of a possibility in his heart: that Lin Yaodong wanted to be "friends" with him.

"Mr. Lin?" Zhang Wenyao asked, maintaining a distance. "Is there something you need?"

"I heard that Officer Zhang is off today. Would you do me the honor of meeting me at that little bay called 'Shelter Point' on the east side of Victoria Harbour? It's quiet there and perfect for a chat." Lin Yaodong's voice remained calm, as if he were simply inviting an old friend to meet.

Wind-sheltered corner?

That place is indeed secluded; apart from a few anglers, almost no one goes there.

Zhang Wenyao's first reaction was to refuse; contacting such a complex triad leader in private was extremely risky.

On the other hand, a hidden curiosity and a long-standing dependence on extra income scratched at his heart like a kitten's claws.

He had heard that Lin Yaodong was generous and that the man seemed to be trying hard to shed the traditional image of a gangster... The weighing of the pros and cons happened in an instant.

"Okay, I'll be there in half an hour," Zhang Wenyao finally agreed in a deep voice.

He wanted to see what Lin Yaodong was really up to.

Half an hour later, at the sheltered corner.

The waves relentlessly crashed against the jagged rocks, making a loud splashing sound, and the sea breeze carried a salty, fishy smell.

This place is completely different from the bustling heart of Victoria Harbour; it's deserted and truly a good place to discuss private matters.

Zhang Wenyao parked his car some distance away and walked to the shore.

He spotted the figure standing by the water immediately—Lin Yaodong.

He was dressed in a decent casual outfit, holding a fishing rod in his hand, casting the fishing line far into the sea, and watching the float intently, as if he really was just a leisurely person who came here to fish.

"Officer Zhang, you're here." Lin Yaodong didn't turn around, but greeted him casually as if he had eyes in the back of his head.

Zhang Wenyao walked to his side, the sea breeze ruffling his hair.

He had no time for pleasantries and cut straight to the point, his tone even deliberately stern: "Mr. Lin, you didn't invite me to meet in a place like this to test me, did you?"

When testing cadres, shouldn't we show some sincerity?

He straightened his back, trying to make his posture appear upright and dignified. "I, Zhang Wenyao, have served in the police force for so many years, always abiding by the law and wholeheartedly serving the people. Fighting crime is my sacred duty..."

His words were impassioned and righteous; anyone who didn't know the situation would surely think he was a rare and excellent policeman.

But to Lin Yaodong, this performance was like watching a clumsy one-man show.

He knew this tactic all too well. His self-aggrandizing words were nothing more than an emphasis on his own value and risks, with the ultimate goal being just two words: more money.

If Zhang Wenyao were truly as innocent and selfless as he claims, he would never have appeared in this secluded bay just because of a phone call.

The body is often more honest than words.

This was something Lin Yaodong, who had weathered many storms, understood perfectly.

Women use coquetry to conceal their intentions, and men use righteousness to mask their desires; essentially, they are no different.

Zhang Wenyao was just a police superintendent, not a top-ranking officer, and Lin Yaodong didn't want to waste too much time playing guessing games with him.

He waited for Zhang Wenyao to finish his declaration, then interrupted him directly, calmly stating a number:

20.

These two seemingly insignificant words were like a boulder thrown into Zhang Wenyao's seemingly calm heart, instantly stirring up a monstrous wave.

Holy crap!

He just casually asked for 20?

Zhang Wenyao's performance of justice came to an abrupt end, as if something was blocking his throat.

He was indeed a man with flexible principles. During his rise through the ranks of the police force, he used his authority to help some "friends," build connections, and collect service fees.

But most of those are small amounts, only a few thousand or tens of thousands at most.

Moreover, he often encounters stingy people who want to do things that cost tens of thousands of dollars for a few thousand dollars. Although he despises them, he often puts in his shoes and does things quickly in order to accumulate wealth and realize his dream of owning a real home in Hong Kong Island, where land is so expensive.

This was the first time he had ever encountered someone like Lin Yaodong who asked for HK$20 right off the bat.

This scale far exceeded that of the ordinary businessmen or small gang leaders he had encountered.

Beneath the immense temptation lies a deeper vigilance.

Zhang Wenyao has been able to hold this position for so many years because of his "stability".

He quickly calmed down.

The other party is being so generous; their intentions must be quite significant!

Could it be that they're asking me to do things that could get me killed?

Moreover, how can the internal investigation department explain the source of HK$20 that was suddenly received?

Storing cash is also a big problem; you can easily get yourself into trouble if you're not careful!

Thinking of the potentially huge risks, Zhang Wenyao's feverish mind quickly cooled down.

But 20...

Zhang Wenyao shook his head decisively, his face regaining its serious, even slightly insulted expression: "I'm sorry, Mr. Lin, I've already made myself very clear. I'm a fair and impartial person! You've openly bribed a serving police superintendent like this; I can sue you..."

"Officer Zhang, you've completely misunderstood." Lin Yaodong looked at his blustering but cowardly appearance and sneered inwardly, but his face showed a surprised expression as he shook his head.

What a show-off...

He put away his fishing rod, turned around, and looked directly at Zhang Wenyao, his tone as sincere as if he were explaining a huge misunderstanding, "How could a law-abiding citizen like me, enthusiastic about public welfare, and currently preparing to establish a legitimate property management company, do such a thing as illegal and criminal activity?"

Zhang Wenyao was truly confused.

It wasn't a bribe?

So, are you kidding me with my 20?