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

Qiu Gang'ao's smile became more sincere: "Mr. Lin, you flatter me. I was just doing my job. On the contrary, I have long heard of Mr. Lin's enthusiasm for public welfare and his contributions to the community. It is my honor to meet Mr. Lin today."

The two shook hands and exchanged pleasantries, creating a harmonious atmosphere.

The young master following behind Qiu Gang'ao slightly pursed his lips, seemingly unimpressed by such "politeness".

The jutsu remained expressionless, its eyes warily scanning its surroundings.

Uncle maintained a polite smile.

"The person is inside, Qiu Sir, please follow me." Lin Yaodong stepped aside and led the way, taking Qiu Gang'ao and the other three to a small conference room on the side.

Zhou Xingxing, Jiang Xin, and others were already waiting there. The two drug dealers were tied up and thrown in the corner.

When he saw the police enter, Guan Li trembled and suddenly raised his head.

When his gaze met that of Qiu Gang'ao, who was dressed in a crisp uniform and exuded a heroic air, a complex expression flashed across his eyes—despair, a hint of instinctive plea for help, shame, and deep bewilderment.

Back in the police force, this is what it means to be imposing and awe-inspiring...

But now, he is mired in a quagmire, his future uncertain.

It's risky to expose your identity and end your undercover career, but it could also mean losing all your previous efforts and even being held accountable by the police.

Or should we continue to tough it out and endure the unknown punishment?

Just as Guan Li was struggling internally, the young master impatiently stepped forward and roughly kicked Guan Li in the shoulder: "What are you looking at! Get up!"

Guan Li groaned as he was kicked and fell to the side, glaring angrily at the young master.

The young master's anger was ignited by the resentment and fury in his eyes, and he made a kicking motion: "You dare glare at me again? You're asking for death!"

"Young Master!" Qiu Gang'ao frowned and called out to stop him. His voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

He glared at the young master, his eyes stern.

The young master reluctantly withdrew his foot, muttering something under his breath, but still obediently took a step back.

Qiu Gang'ao turned to Lin Yaodong and smiled apologetically: "My men were reckless; please forgive them, Mr. Lin."

"It's alright, young people are hot-tempered, I understand." Lin Yaodong waved his hand generously, then pointed to the canvas bag and ID card on the table.

"Chief Qiu, this is the stolen goods and the identification of one of the suspects. The suspects are Mr. Zhou Xingxing from our company and Mr. Chen Yongren, who were discovered during a routine patrol at the pier. There are also several local residents who can testify to this. This is their contact information."

Lin Yaodong's presentation was clear and logical, attributing the credit for the "heroic act" to Zhou Xingxing and Chen Yongren, while also highlighting the legality and rationality of the "routine patrol" and providing "witness testimony," leaving no room for error.

Qiu Gangao nodded, signaling Baozhu and Uncle Quan to examine the evidence, take photos, and seal the evidence bags.

He then took out his notebook and said to Zhou Xingxing and Chen Yongren, "Mr. Zhou, Mr. Chen, could you please briefly describe the process of discovering and apprehending the suspect? We need to take a statement."

Zhou Xingxing glanced at Lin Yaodong, and after receiving a slight nod from the latter, he cleared his throat and recounted the process he had previously told Lin Yaodong, slightly "embellishing" the part about personal heroism and giving a more objective account.

Chen Yongren added briefly, confirming Zhou Xingxing's statement.

Qiu Gang'ao listened attentively while taking quick notes, occasionally asking one or two detailed questions.

His questioning was professional and efficient, without being deliberately difficult or perfunctory.

The entire questioning process was conducted directly in the conference room, without any suggestion to take Zhou Xingxing and Chen Yongren back to the police station. This clearly gave Lin Yaodong a great deal of face and was also a manifestation of his "flexible bottom line".

Lin Yaodong watched quietly from the side, secretly nodding in approval of Qiu Gang'ao's handling of the situation.

Just as expected, she was tactful, considerate, and knew how to adapt.

Such people often rise higher in the police force, but they are also prone to losing their way on matters of principle.

Situ Jie's relationship was ultimately just a superficial exchange of interests, and besides, he had already reached a high position... making him difficult to control...

If I were to push someone up there... As soon as the thought popped into Lin Yaodong's head, he stared straight at Qiu Gang'ao, the rising star of the police force.

About half an hour later, the initial on-site evidence collection and record taking were completed.

Baozhu and Uncle Quan carefully put away the sealed white powder and Guan Li's ID card and other items.

Reluctantly, the young master and Uncle Quan dragged up Guan Li, whose face was ashen, and another drug dealer who was so scared he almost wet his pants, and prepared to take them away.

Qiu Gang'ao closed his notebook, extended his hand to Lin Yaodong again, his smile even more genuine than before:

"Mr. Lin, thank you very much for your and your colleagues' assistance. This arrest with the drugs on the spot is very helpful to our fight against drug crimes. I will report the situation truthfully to Superintendent Situ. I hope to invite you for tea another day to express my gratitude."

Lin Yaodong smiled and shook hands with him: "Inspector Qiu is too kind. Maintaining community safety is everyone's responsibility. It is our honor to assist the police in their investigation."

He paused for a moment, then casually took out a simply designed business card from the inside pocket of his suit and handed it over.

"Mr. Qiu is young and promising, with a bright future. I wonder if I would have the honor of becoming friends with you? If there's anything we can do together in Causeway Bay in the future, feel free to contact me anytime."

The gesture of handing out the business card was natural and fluid, and the tone was sincere without being deliberate.

It both expresses the desire to befriend someone and makes it clear that the person is willing to "cooperate with the police," making it hard to refuse.

A hint of surprise flashed in Qiu Gang'ao's eyes again, but this time he reacted quickly.

He accepted the business card with both hands, his attitude respectful—this respect stemmed not only from consideration of Lin Yaodong's "status" but also from a degree of recognition of Lin Yaodong's skill in handling affairs.

"Mr. Lin, you flatter me. It is my honor, Qiu Gang'ao, to be friends with an entrepreneur like you who is so dedicated to public welfare and community service." He immediately took out a police uniform business card from his police uniform pocket and handed it to Lin Yaodong with both hands.

The two exchanged business cards, smiled at each other, and a tacit understanding seemed to be established at that moment.

"Well then, Mr. Lin, I won't bother you any longer. We need to take these two suspects back for further interrogation," Qiu Gang'ao said seriously, his smile fading.

"Please go ahead, Mr. Qiu. Thank you for your hard work." Lin Yaodong nodded.

Qiu Gang'ao turned around and waved to the young master and the others: "Take them away!"

Young Master and Uncle Quan escorted the dejected Guan Li and his accomplices, while Bao Zhu carried the evidence bag. After nodding to Lin Yaodong and the others, the four left Yaodong Property.

Watching the police car leave, Zhou Xingxing sidled up to Lin Yaodong and clicked his tongue, "Brother Dong, this Qiu Sir seems to know how to handle people. He's much better than those cops who always have a stern face and act like everyone owes them millions."

Jiang Xin snorted: "You can know a person's face but not their heart. A cop is a cop; he's polite on the surface, but who knows what he's really thinking."

As he spoke, he thought to himself: Aren't you a cop too...?

"Achoo~~" Stephen Chow couldn't help but yawn. "Who's talking about me behind my back...."