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

Five days after the typhoon, Lin Yaodong received a call from Wen Huixin at the Yaodong Property office.

"Mr. Lin, have you seen the reaction to the report?" Wen Huixin's voice was filled with laughter.

"I saw it. Thank you for the truthful report, Reporter Wen." Lin Yaodong stood by the window, looking at the cleaned-up streets below.

Sunlight shone on the wet pavement, reflecting a golden glow.

"No need to thank me, I was just doing what a journalist should do—reporting the truth." Wen Huixin paused, "But Mr. Lin, I must remind you that public opinion is a double-edged sword. Everyone is praising you highly now, but if you make any mistake, the backlash will be severe."

"I understand, thank you for reminding me," Lin Yaodong said sincerely.

"Furthermore," Wen Huixin's voice became somewhat formal, "our news department is planning a feature on 'community self-help,' using the Russell Street sewer project as an example. Would you be willing to participate in a more in-depth interview?"

Lin Yaodong thought for a few seconds: "Okay, but I have two conditions."

"Please speak."

"First, don't just interview me; interview the neighbors, the drain cleaning company workers, and everyone involved. This isn't just my business; it's the business of the whole neighborhood."

"No problem. What's the second one?"

"Secondly, the report should emphasize that this model of community self-help is replicable... Our property management company excels at this..."

"I will develop a complete plan—how to organize, how to raise funds, how to contact professional companies, and how to supervise the quality of the project. We can provide free consultations to other neighborhoods if needed..."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, then Wen Huixin said softly, "Mr. Lin, you are really... very special. I have interviewed many politicians, businessmen, and celebrities, but you are the first person who, while doing practical things, also thinks about how to share the methods."

"It's better to benefit the world than to just mind your own business," Lin Yaodong smiled. "If my experience can help other neighborhoods, then this matter will be even more meaningful... just like my property management company..."

"I understand. Then it's settled. I'll bring my team over next week for in-depth interviews."

"Okay, you're welcome anytime."

........

As the new day dawned, low-hanging clouds blanketed Hong Kong Island, adding a damp chill to the streets and alleys of late autumn.

After the typhoon, Causeway Bay was busier than usual in the morning, with the clanging of trams mingling with the cries of vendors, and the aroma of pineapple buns and milk tea wafting from the tea restaurants along the street.

10:00 AM.

Inside the B-Boxing gym, the atmosphere was already boiling over.

On the ring, two figures faced each other like cheetahs.

On the left, Gao Jin wore a black training uniform, with neat short hair and sharp eyes like a hawk; on the right, Xiao Fu wore a faded gray vest, with a stocky build and an innocent smile on his honest face, only his slightly narrowed eyes occasionally flashing with a sharp light.

"Keep it up, Fu Ge!"

"Brother Jin, attack his lower body!"

More than thirty henchmen surrounded the stage, some shirtless with tattoos, others smoking and pointing. Cheers, shouts, and muffled thuds from hitting the edge of the stage blended together.

"call--"

Gao Jin was the first to make a move.

He shifted his feet, his body surging forward like a spring, his left fist feinting while his right fist shot out like a venomous snake aimed straight for Xiao Fu's face.

The punch was both fast and cunning, and a gasp of surprise erupted from the audience.

Xiao Fu, however, seemed to have anticipated this.

He smiled sheepishly, neither dodging nor avoiding, but simply turned slightly to the side, his right hand gripping Gao Jin's wrist with the precision of an iron clamp, and pulled him along.

Gao Jin leaned forward, his expression changed slightly, and his left knee suddenly lifted and rammed into Xiao Fu's abdomen.

"Bang!"

A dull thud.

Xiao Fu actually used his other elbow to block the knee strike, and both of them took a half step back at the same time.

"Bravo!" The audience erupted in even more enthusiastic cheers.

Gao Jin shook his numb wrist, his expression becoming even more serious.

This was their fifth sparring session this month, and each time he felt that Xiao Fu was stronger than the last.

This seemingly simple-minded guy has terrifyingly rich combat experience. His moves are not fancy at all; they are all deadly techniques honed in street fighting.

"Again," Xiao Fu grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

The two clashed again.

Fists and kicks flew, back and forth.

Gao Jin's moves were fierce and swift, bearing obvious traces of Muay Thai and military combat; Xiao Fu, on the other hand, was as steady as a rock, seemingly on the defensive, but in fact, every counterattack struck a vital point.

"Brother Jin seems to be having a tough time today," a group of underlings whispered from below the stage.

"Nonsense, do you know what Brother Fu used to do? I heard he was a mercenary in Southeast Asia, someone who fought his way up from the bottom."

"No wonder..."

Gao Jin, standing on the stage, naturally felt the pressure.

He excels at fast attacks and likes to end the fight before his opponent can react.

But Xiao Fu's defense was watertight, and his stamina was astonishing. The longer the game dragged on, the worse it would be for him.

We must change our tactics.

Gao Jin's eyes sharpened, and he suddenly changed his pace.

He stopped rushing to attack and began to circle around Little Fu, his steps becoming unpredictable.

This is what he learned from Lin Yaodong—when it's difficult to win head-on, you have to find a new breakthrough.

Xiao Fu frowned slightly, clearly having also noticed the change.

Just then, Gao Jin suddenly ducked down, not attacking Xiao Fu's upper body, but instead aiming straight for Xiao Fu's lower body.

This change of tactics was extremely fast. Before the audience could react, Gao Jin's sweeping leg had already kicked Xiao Fu's ankle hard.

"Huh?" Xiao Fu let out a soft exclamation, finally having no choice but to jump up and dodge.

opportunity!

Gao Jin had been waiting for this moment.

He sprang up and delivered an elbow strike straight to Xiao Fu's chest.

If that hits, at least two ribs will break.

However, the rich man in mid-air actually twisted his body and crossed his arms to protect his chest.

"Bang!"

Another muffled sound.

Xiao Fu was jolted backward, crashing into the ropes on the edge of the ring, causing the ropes to shake violently.

Gao Jin, seizing the advantage, pressed forward, gathering power in his right fist, ready to deliver the final blow.

"stop!"

A low shout came from the side of the arena.

The two stopped simultaneously and turned to look.

They saw that the door to Boss B's office had opened at some point, and Lin Yaodong was standing there, looking at them expressionlessly.

"Brother Dong." Gao Jin immediately stopped and stood up straight.

Xiao Fu rubbed his chest and chuckled, "Brother Dong."

Lin Yaodong nodded, his gaze sweeping over the two men: "Well done. Ah Jin, your last change of move showed improvement. Xiao Fu, your rich combat experience is an advantage, but you can't let your guard down."

He spoke calmly, but those familiar with Lin Yaodong know that this is already a very high compliment.

"Thank you, Brother Dong."

"I see."

The two said in unison.

Lin Yaodong said no more and turned back to his office.

The moment the door closed, the calm on his face vanished, replaced by a look of solemnity.

The reason he came to discuss business and even opened the door to watch Gao Jin and Xiao Fu fight was to deliberately avoid Big Boss B's terrible tea ceremony skills.

Brother B, is this even fit for human consumption when brewing tea?

They even kept adding tea leaves...

But Boss B just happens to like drinking the first brew...