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

The car drove up to the apartment building where Su Jianqiu lived.

As he got out of the car, Gao Jin called out to him, "A Qiu."

Su Jianqiu turned around.

"Dong-ge is a good person," Gao Jin said, his tone unusually serious. "He had no choice but to take this path. But deep down, he always wanted to be a good person. Do you understand?"

Su Jianqiu nodded and turned to go upstairs.

When he got home, he collapsed on the sofa, not wanting to move at all.

My mind was a jumbled mess; Chen Yongren's face, Lin Yaodong's face, and the children's smiling faces flashed through my mind.

The phone rang; it was Ma Haotian.

"Hey, Brother Tian."

"Ah Qiu, are you alright? I heard you were released on bail." Ma Haotian's voice was somewhat anxious.

"It's alright, it's a lawyer sent by Brother Dong."

"That's good." Ma Haotian breathed a sigh of relief. "Are you free to talk now?"

Su Jianqiu looked around, got up, walked to the balcony, and closed the glass door. "Go ahead."

"There's a meeting up higher up about Lin Yaodong's candidacy for councilor," Ma Haotian said in a low voice. "The higher-ups are taking this very seriously and have specifically asked us to find evidence of Lin Yaodong's crimes as soon as possible. Ah Qiu, you'd better hurry."

Su Jianqiu gave a wry smile. "Brother Tian, ​​it's not that I'm not trying, it's just that I really can't find it."

"What do you mean?"

"I've been undercover for so long, and let alone committing any crimes, Dong Ge doesn't even litter after smoking on the street; he insists on finding a trash can before throwing it away. Tell me, what kind of criminal evidence could there be against someone like that?"

Ma Haotian fell silent.

Su Jianqiu continued, "And what is he doing now? Charity! Public service! Building orphanages, repairing roads, delivering rice and oil to elderly people living alone! I even went with him to visit the neighborhood yesterday, and those old people held his hands, saying 'Ah Dong is such a good person.' How am I supposed to investigate?"

"What about the noodles?" Ma Haotian asked, unwilling to give up. "Didn't he take over Liang Kun's territory, and also Liang Kun's noodle stall?"

"Powder?" Su Jianqiu laughed, his laughter full of helplessness. "Where would there be powder in Dong Ge's territory in Mong Kok now? Dong Ge said long ago that no powder can be found in his territory."

And every time he sees it, he reports it. As far as I know, he's reported it more than ten times already. You guys remember when Brother Dong was cleaning up the poisonous insects on his territory, right?

Ma Haotian certainly knew.

Lam Yiu-tung carried out a "major crackdown" in Mong Kok, driving all drug addicts out of his territory and even paying to send some of them to drug rehabilitation centers.

At the time, the police force even discussed what Lam Yiu-tung was up to.

"Have you ever seen a drug dealer chase away drug addicts?" Su Jianqiu asked.

Ma Haotian remained silent.

Indeed, drug addicts are a stable customer base for drug dealers, and no drug dealer would actively drive away a customer.

"Now it's not just Mong Kok," Su Jianqiu continued, "After Dong Ge appeared on the Causeway Bay voter list, he even promised to turn Causeway Bay into a drug-free zone. Tian Ge, tell me, how am I supposed to investigate? How am I supposed to find out why he's doing so many good deeds?"

A sigh came from the other end of the phone from Ma Haotian.

"Forced prostitution? Money laundering? Extortion? Loan sharking? Running a gambling den? What about these?"

"I've checked, but I can't find anything," Su Jianqiu said. "Dong Ge's properties include a legitimate property management company, a legitimate construction company, and even his bar pays taxes properly."

Those former henchmen who followed him are now either working on construction sites, as security guards at property management companies, or tightening screws in factories. They all wear uniforms and ties, looking more respectable than I do.

"Then where does he get so much money to do charity?"

"I don't know about that. But the tax authorities checked, and his money came from legitimate sources; it was all earned through legal business."

Ma Haotian fell silent again, this time for an even longer period.

Su Jianqiu could imagine his expression at that moment—a policeman investigating a gangster, only to find out after a long investigation that the other party was actually a great philanthropist; that feeling must be absurd.

"Ah Qiu," Ma Haotian finally spoke, a hint of weariness in his voice, "Do you... not want to investigate anymore?"

Su Jianqiu's heart tightened.

"Brother Tian, ​​what do you mean by this?"

"What I mean is, you seem to be really protective of Lin Yaodong right now. You keep calling him 'Brother Dong' and you're even speaking up for him."

Su Jianqiu opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but swallowed the words back.

Yeah, when did he start calling Lin Yaodong "Brother Dong"?

When did I start to genuinely think that Lin Yaodong was a good person?

When did you start to forget that you're a police officer?

"Brother Tian, ​​I..."

"Never mind," Ma Haotian interrupted him. "I know you're under pressure. After being undercover for so long, it's inevitable that you'll develop feelings."

Okay, just do your best. If you can find out, then do it; if you can't, then forget it.

Now that you're about to have a wife and become the director of an orphanage, there's really no need to take dangerous risks. I, Ma Haotian, am not the kind of person who forces you to take risks just to gain merit.

Su Jianqiu breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Brother Tian."

"But Ah Qiu," Ma Haotian's tone turned serious, "you must remember, you are a policeman. No matter how good Lin Yaodong is to you, you and I both know what he has done in the past. Don't let your feelings blind you."

"I see."

"Okay, that's settled then. Contact me anytime if anything comes up."

After hanging up the phone, Su Jianqiu stood on the balcony, looking at the city's night view.

Behind every light in a home lies a family and a story.

He suddenly remembered Ya Ya's painting, the three people holding hands.

After some time, when things had calmed down, he prepared to propose to his girlfriend.

He'll have a home then...

The phone rang again; this time it was Zhang Ziwei.

"Hey, Qiu, how's it going? Did Tian-ge scold you?" Zhang Ziwei's voice was always so energetic.

"No, Brother Tian understands."

"That's good. Let me tell you, I encountered something really funny while investigating a case today..."

Zhang Ziwei began to recount the bizarre things that had happened to him that day, and as Su Jianqiu listened, the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.

Zhang Ziwei is like that, always carefree, like a child who never grows up.

"By the way, Qiu," Zhang Ziwei suddenly became serious, "what you just told Brother Tian, ​​is it true? Is Lin Yaodong really that clean?"

Why would I lie to you?

"He really is a weirdo," Zhang Ziwei clicked his tongue in amazement. "A gangster who doesn't fight for territory or collect protection money, spending all his time doing charity. What's in it for him?"

"I don't know either," Su Jianqiu said. "But one thing I'm sure of is that he genuinely cares for the children in the orphanage. Every time he comes, he brings gifts, plays with them, and remembers each child's name and birthday. One child had congenital heart disease, and the surgery would cost 200,000 yuan, which he paid without batting an eye."

Zhang Ziwei remained silent for a long while before saying, "It seems this person isn't entirely bad."

"I remember last time, when I tried to arrest him, I almost couldn't stop Jesus..."

Su Jianqiu twitched the corner of his mouth. "Alright, that's enough. My wife is calling me for dinner."

"Okay, you go ahead with your work. Let's get together for drinks another day."

"it is good."