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

The conflicts and clashes of the past few days seem to have been blown away by the sea breeze of Victoria Harbour.

Ba Bi's death was just that, and in the end, Hung Hing still came out on top.

Lin Yaodong temporarily put those fighting and killings out of his mind.

Today, he needs to play a different role—a glamorous, respectable role that allows him to connect with high society.

Inside the luxurious banquet hall of a five-star hotel in Kowloon, Hong Kong Island, the lights were on and the place was bustling with people.

On the huge backdrop, the two large characters "Wolf Fang" are written in a powerful and vigorous style, below which is a line of slightly smaller text: "Press Conference".

Lin Yaodong wore a well-tailored dark blue casual suit without a tie, and the top button of his shirt was casually undone, making him look both formal and relaxed.

He stood under the spotlight, handsome with a confident and composed smile on his lips, chatting and laughing with the bearded, artistic director and several popular leading actors. He looked every bit the promising young film producer and screenwriter.

When you're traveling, you can decide for yourself what kind of identity you want.

Yes, the script for the movie "Wolf Warrior" was indeed "written" by Lin Yaodong.

Of course, in media interviews, the inspiration for this script was a mix of too many shady underworld stories and his accurate understanding of market tastes.

That's what he said to those directors and producers as well.

In fact, the "Wolf Fang" script was the system's reward after he saved Xiao Bu.

He needs this identity, this identity of standing in the spotlight, receiving media adoration and public attention, to wash away the mud of his humble origins and coat himself with a gilded edge called "social celebrity".

The film industry is a quick way to make money, has a great influence, and is the easiest way to interact with the so-called "high society," making it a crucial path in his plan to whitewash his image and enhance his social status.

Movies can "whitewash" not only one's identity, but also one's extravagant spending.

"Mr. Lin, as the screenwriter and producer, what are your box office expectations for 'Wolf Warrior'?" A pretty young woman who looked like a reporter held out a microphone.

Lin Yaodong recognized the TV host, Hai Mimi.

As his name suggests, he is like a turbulent sea, with one wave subsiding only for another to rise.

Today, she actually came in person; otherwise, it would have been her dedicated reporters from below who came.

Lin Yaodong calmly took over the conversation, his voice clearly carried through the microphone throughout the venue: "Of course, I hope the box office is as high as possible, but I value the quality of the film itself and whether it can convey a lone wolf spirit of 'I will go even if there are thousands of people against me'."

I believe that with Director Huang's skill and the brilliant performances of our lead actors, we will definitely bring surprises to the audience.

As he spoke, his gaze swept across the entire room, exuding a natural sense of control.

A barrage of flashes illuminated his face, capturing the charisma of this emerging filmmaker and screenwriter.

Lin Yaodong enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention, which was completely different from being surrounded by his underlings on the street. Here, there was champagne, perfume, hypocritical flattery, and real exchanges of interests. It was a different kind of underworld.

However, this glamorous immersion did not last long.

My phone vibrated continuously and dully in my pocket; it was an incoming call.

Lin Yaodong frowned almost imperceptibly, but the smile on his face remained unchanged.

He gave a slight apologetic nod to the reporters and cameras, made an elegant "wait a moment" gesture, then turned and strode quickly toward a relatively quiet corner of the corridor by the side door of the banquet hall.

He took out his phone, and the name displayed on the screen was "Brother B".

Lin Yaodong took a deep breath and pressed the answer button.

"Brother B." He lowered his voice.

On the other end of the phone came Boss B's distinctive, slightly hoarse voice.

But today, there seemed to be a hint of seriousness and solemnity in his voice: "Adong, be at No. ** in the Hongshan Park Villa Area of ​​the South District at 10:00 AM tomorrow. Don't be late."

Big Brother B gave a specific house number.

Hongshan Park!

These four words, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, suddenly stirred up ripples in Lin Yaodong's heart.

That is a well-known luxury residential area in Wan Chai, Southern District of Hong Kong Island. Backed by the lush Victoria Peak and facing the magnificent South China Sea, it is famous for its extremely quiet environment and excellent privacy. It is a gathering place for the real tycoons and social celebrities.

A piece of information flashed through his mind: Jiang Tiansheng, the leader of Hung Hing, seemed to live in Red Hill Park!

My heart skipped a few beats.

Suppressing the surge of emotions that welled up within him, he asked, "Brother B, is it... Mr. Jiang who wants to see me?"

He needs confirmation, not just a guess.

Boss B chuckled on the other end of the phone, his tone carrying an obvious sense of encouragement and appreciation: "That's right, you're quick-witted. You handled that Babi matter very well. I spoke with Mr. Jiang, and he was very satisfied with your performance."

He paused, his tone becoming even more serious, "Adong, this is a rare opportunity, seize it. Be clever in front of Jiang Sheng, but also be honest."

As expected! It was Jiang Tiansheng who personally summoned him!

Lin Yaodong immediately suppressed all distracting thoughts, and his tone became extremely respectful and sincere: "Thank you, Brother B! Thank you for your guidance and recommendation, Brother B. I, Lin Yaodong, will remember this kindness."

He knew the rules of the underworld well. Without the recommendation and behind-the-scenes maneuvering of his direct superior, Boss B, there was absolutely no way he, a small leader from humble beginnings who had just begun to make a name for himself, could have directly entered the sights of the gang's top leader.

These expressions of social etiquette must be done properly and must appear genuine.

Boss B was clearly satisfied with his reaction, and his laughter became more hearty: "Hehe, it's all because you're hardworking and quick-witted that you earned this reputation. Remember, dress smartly tomorrow, arrive early, and don't be late. First impressions are the most important."

"Understood, Brother B, don't worry, I know what's important," Lin Yaodong replied in a deep voice.

After hanging up the phone, he gripped it tightly in his hand, his fingertips even turning slightly white from the force.

He did not immediately return to the press conference venue, but stood there, looking out at the bustling street scene through the glass window of the corridor.

But at this moment, the flashing neon lights and the clamor of the city seem to be separated by a transparent film, becoming somewhat blurry and distant.

The invitation from Hongshan Park serves as a clear dividing line.

His rise to power meant he was no longer just a lowly underling or a shady character; he had truly entered another level of the underworld.

This level of the martial arts world reduces the naked violence on the streets and alleys, and is filled with more complex rules, more subtle wits, and more dangerous power struggles.

This is about business, territory, people's hearts, and the future direction of the gang. Its danger level is far higher than that of killing.

The success of the movie "Wolf Warrior" is the bright path he planned to take to clear his name, get back on his feet, and improve his social status.

The power hierarchy within the organization was the foundation upon which he could survive and wield true power in this chaotic world.

He must walk both paths simultaneously, and do so steadily and quickly.

After a moment of contemplation, Lin Yaodong took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

When he turned around and pushed open the well-insulated door, walking back to the noisy press conference venue, his face once again displayed that producer-like, calm and confident smile.

He continued to navigate relationships with directors, celebrities, and reporters with ease.

But deep within those seemingly calm eyes, all thoughts were already racing.

She began meticulously planning how to say every word and how to control every expression when she met Jiang Tiansheng, the leader of the vast Hung Hing empire, at ten o'clock tomorrow morning in that luxurious villa nestled against the mountains and facing the sea.

How can one demonstrate their abilities and value without appearing aggressive, and leave the deepest impression on this influential person?

Just then, a delicate fragrance wafted by, and a young woman dressed in a well-fitting suit quietly walked up to him. She was a movie actress, Rinko Aoyama.

She spoke softly in Japanese mixed with broken Chinese, "Yaodong-san, those Tang Dynasty-style costumes ordered from Suzhou in mainland China arrived this afternoon... The workmanship is exquisite. Would you like to try them on tonight?"

Her eyes held a hint of ambiguous expectation.

She knew that Lin Yaodong had certain special "role-playing" fetishes, and those gorgeous period costumes were often excellent props to enhance the experience.

Normally, Lin Yaodong might have been quite interested.

But at this moment, his mind was filled with thoughts of Jiang Tiansheng, Hongshan Park, and gang intrigue. Aoyama Rinko's suggestion seemed to come from another world and appeared somewhat impractical.

This sudden interruption caused his thoughts to jump to a very natural point—from Jiang Tiansheng, he instantly thought of Fang Ting, who was rumored to have been a sex symbol and was now Mrs. Jiang.

Even to Lin Yaodong, the various scandalous rumors about Fang Ting and her alluring figure were quite intriguing.

He shook his head, almost instinctively blurting out, "No, I'm not in the mood for those things tonight... I'd rather play with my sister-in-law..."

The voice was kept extremely low, so low that only Aoyama Rinko could hear it.

Aoyama Rinko was taken aback at first, then a complex and unreadable expression flashed across her face, but she immediately lowered her head and respectfully replied, "I understand."

She automatically interpreted the phrase "playing with the eldest sister-in-law" as some kind of more private and cryptic instruction or code from Lin Yaodong, and dared not ask any more questions.

The command will only take effect when the two are alone together.

The press conference finally ended in what seemed like a lively atmosphere.

That night, the imported king-size bed in Lin Yaodong's spacious bedroom indeed shook until midnight.