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

After a moment of silence.

Then, someone raised their hand: "Hey, can I ask you something? If it's with a club, how's the salary calculated? Is it as much as before?"

(Hey boss, I have a question. If I stay, how will my salary be calculated? Will it be as much as before?)

This is the most practical question.

When you're out in the game, it all comes down to money.

He Yong was well-prepared: "Basic salary plus commission. If the neighbors are satisfied, there will be few complaints and more bonuses. If you do well, earning 20,000 to 30,000 a month is no problem. Plus, there's insurance, so you'll get compensation if you get sick or injured, and you'll have a pension when you retire."

Another commotion erupted below.

Twenty or thirty thousand isn't a lot, but it's not much different from before.

But its advantage lies in its stability, so there's no need to worry.

Moreover, the insurance coverage is simply a pipe dream for gangsters.

Of course, they used to earn more money, mainly from extortion and blackmail, and they made a lot of extra income.

After transforming into a property management company and becoming a legitimate business, they will naturally no longer allow such behavior.

"I have no problem, I'm with the boss!" Ah-Qiang was the first to speak up.

"Me too!"

"Follow the big boss!"

People gradually responded.

However, many people looked hesitant and whispered among themselves.

A young man with dyed yellow hair stepped forward, his neck stiff: "Boss, I'm sorry. I came out here to show off, to avoid being controlled by others."

(Boss, I'm sorry, I'm out here to be powerful, not to be bossed around.)

"You want me to wear a uniform and bow and scrape to people? I can't do that. I'm leaving."

He Yong looked at him and nodded: "Okay. Ah Qiang, give him 20,000 as a resettlement allowance."

The young man with yellow hair took the money, bowed to He Yong, and turned to leave.

Once there's a first one, there will be a second and a third.

One by one, more than twenty people left.

They are all young and energetic, and feel that wearing uniforms to work is "unstylish" and "faceless".

He Yong watched their retreating figures without saying a word.

About 20% of the people left, fewer than he had expected.

Of the remaining people, some genuinely wanted to make a change, some had nowhere else to go, and some believed in He Yong.

"Are there any other people leaving?" Ho Yung asked.

Nobody moved.

"Okay." He Yong nodded. "Those who remain are my brothers. From today onward, we will walk a new path, but our brotherhood will not change!"

(Those who remain are my brothers, He Yong's brothers. From today onward, we will do the right thing, but our brotherhood will never change!)

Applause broke out, initially sparse, but gradually growing more enthusiastic.

Three days later, Yaodong Property sent a training team.

The leader was Manager Chen, in his forties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and had a refined and scholarly demeanor.

He brought a complete set of training materials, covering everything from appearance and service procedures to communication skills and emergency handling.

Lesson 1: How to smile.

Dozens of grown men lined up in rows, practicing smiling in front of a mirror.

The scene was both comical and awkward.

"A smile must come from the heart." Manager Chen demonstrated, flashing a standard eight-tooth smile. "Imagine you've solved a problem for your neighbors, and they're so happy and grateful. You'd be happy too, wouldn't you?"

The people below were making faces and their smiles looked more like cries.

One of the underlings couldn't help but complain: "Manager Chen, we used to greet people by asking, 'What's up? Want to fight?' Now we have to smile and ask, 'How can I help you?' It's so hard."

Manager Chen adjusted his glasses: "You'll get used to it. Remember, we're in the service industry now; the customer is king."

"God..." someone whispered, "God, do you want me to pay the management fee?"

Laugh out loud.

He Yong was also practicing below.

He looked in the mirror and tried to force a smile, but it just looked awkward.

Aqiang, who was standing next to him, poked him: "Boss, you are laughing so hard that you feel like you are constipated."

"Shut up!" He Yong said with a laugh.

I practiced smiling all morning, and then studied grooming and etiquette in the afternoon.

Hair must not extend past the earlobes, must not be dyed in exaggerated colors, must not have visible tattoos, and nails must be short and clean.

Manager Chen took the nail clippers and inspected them one by one.

"Wow, Manager Chen, this tattoo has been with me for over ten years, I can't get rid of it," a tattooed young man said with a bitter face.

"If you haven't washed it thoroughly, wear long sleeves." Manager Chen said expressionlessly. "The company provides uniforms, and they're all long-sleeved in the summer."

"Huh? Wearing long sleeves in the summer? It's unbearably hot!"

"It's hot, so there's no way to control it, it's all up to the rules."

A chorus of wails filled the air.

That evening, He Yong treated Manager Chen to dinner at a nearby seafood restaurant.

In the private room, He Yong personally poured wine for Manager Chen:

"Manager Chen, thank you for your hard work today. My brothers are all rough men, please forgive them if they offend us in any way."

Manager Chen took the wine glass and smiled, "Mr. He, you're too kind. Actually, your brothers are all quite good. They're willing to learn and work hard. I've trained quite a few people, and some of them immediately quit as soon as they hear they have to wear uniforms or smile at people. Although your brothers are talkative, it's already quite rare that no one has left."

(Mr. He, you're too kind. Your brothers are all very eager to learn, willing to learn, and willing to work. I've trained many people, and some of them immediately quit as soon as they heard they had to wear uniforms and smile at people. Although your brothers have a few complaints, it's already very commendable that no one has left.)

He Yong smiled wryly: "It's all for two meals."

The two clinked glasses.

After a few rounds of drinks, Manager Chen lowered his voice and said, "Mr. He, Brother Dong told me to tell you that the first step is the hardest. Once you take that first step, everything else will go smoothly. If you encounter any difficulties, just ask, and Brother Dong will help you."

He Yong felt a warmth in his heart and nodded: "Please thank Brother Dong for me."

The training lasted for a week.

From smiling to posture, from polite language to service procedures.

The younger members of the Changyi Society went from initial resistance to gradual acceptance, and then to starting to learn seriously.

Because they found that what Manager Chen taught them, although trivial, was indeed useful.

For example, you should greet your neighbors and remember their surnames.

If you address people affectionately as Uncle Wang, Aunt Li, or Mrs. Chen, the neighbors will be much more welcoming.

For example, if a neighbor has a complaint, don't rush to refute it; listen first, then apologize, and finally resolve the problem.

Saying "I'm sorry, it's because we didn't do a good job" can often resolve most conflicts.

For example, one should finish what one starts.

After changing a light bulb for a neighbor, I need to check if there are any problems with the other light bulbs; after unclogging the drain, I need to remind the neighbor not to pour grease down there in the future.

These seemingly simple truths were things they had never thought about before.

In the past, when protection money was collected, it was "I want it"; now it's "I give it".

Although both involve receiving money, the mindset is completely different.

The biggest feeling is that the neighbors used to have an undisguised disgust in their eyes when they saw them.

Nobody wants to be disliked.

But now, it's a smiling greeting, a thank you... and even concern.

After the training, the management personnel of Yaodong Property took over the business on the Changyishe site.

Although He Yong was nominally the branch manager, the people who were actually in charge were all from Lin Yaodong's company.

He knew what was going on, but what could he do?

Since Lin Yaodong was willing to share with him, help him get ashore, and even help take care of the brothers and give them a way out, what more could he ask for?

Since then.

Lockhart Road now has an office called "Yao Tung Property Changyi Branch," which is bright and clean, with air conditioning and a water dispenser.

The younger men changed into matching light-colored work clothes, with name tags pinned to their chests, and they actually looked quite professional.