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

"Alright. Since Lin Yaodong has voluntarily handed the person over, it largely eliminates the suspicion that he is a member of the fourth group." Yao Ruocheng concluded.

He was well aware of what kind of person Lin Yaodong was now, especially after the Huang Zhicheng incident.

Lin Yaodong isn't someone you can just bring to the police station whenever you want. The consequences of messing with him are huge, so it's best not to provoke him unless absolutely necessary.

Now, let alone taking him back to the police station for questioning, they're even going to give Lin Yaodong a good citizen award for voluntarily handing over the suspect to the police...

"Now we should focus on this place." He pointed to a place name written on the blackboard.

It reads: Tea Fruit Ridge.

"The Vietnamese gang is hard to find, Wang Kun is in a coma, and all his men are dead. Time is of the essence... Our only breakthrough point is the Cha Guo Ling refugee camp..."

"Cha Kwo Ling is the largest refugee camp in Kowloon. It's full of illegal immigrants from all over the world. The situation is very complicated and chaotic... Moreover, they are very xenophobic..." a police officer from the Information Bureau explained.

A hot-blooded young policeman said, "Xenophobia? A bunch of illegal immigrants, daring to be xenophobic on our turf?"

"That's not how it works," Yao Ruocheng said. "Precisely because they are illegally staying, they are even more resistant to law enforcement. We need to be extra careful when we go in."

The officer from the Information Division continued, "There's a gang in Cha Kwo Ling that we've been watching for a long time."

"Their leader is called Ou Wangui, nicknamed 'Fierce Ghost,' and they engage in various illegal human smuggling businesses..."

"Six months ago, after one of our raids failed, he hid in the refugee camp, recruiting and building up his gang. He took in many fake refugees as henchmen and kept a large number of knife-wielding thugs..."

"The smuggling business alone can't support that many people..." Yao Ruocheng frowned slightly.

"It's very likely that the one who double-crossed us this time is the Ghost. Let's start by investigating him."

Zhang Chongbang's expression shifted slightly as he asked, "What about the fourth group..."

Yao Ruocheng said, "Let's take it one step at a time. This time at Chaguo Ridge, will it be Group 1 or Group 2 going?"

The police officers below immediately began to discuss the matter.

"Cha Kwo Ling is a dangerous place. Last time, one of our guys went in to find someone, and he was slashed as soon as he went in. The other side then sent a Southeast Asian minor to take the blame..."

"Yes...I've heard about it too..."

...

Qiu Gang'ao and Zhang Chongbang exchanged a glance and said simultaneously, "I'll go!"

.....

Lin Yaodong, on the other hand, wasn't in a hurry at all.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Lin Yaodong had just sat down at the tea restaurant when his phone rang.

The caller ID showed Jiang Tiansheng's private number.

He put down the milk tea he had just picked up and answered the phone.

"Ah Dong, come to the villa at nine o'clock, I have something to say." Jiang Tiansheng's voice was calm, revealing no emotion.

"Yes, Mr. Jiang."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Yaodong looked at the steaming pineapple bun on the table and suddenly lost his appetite.

Jiang Tiansheng rarely summoned him so early unless it was something urgent.

Could it be that Fang Ting's affair has been exposed?

No... if they were going to explode, they would have already... and Jiang Tiansheng's tone...

He quickly ate a few bites of scrambled eggs, paid the bill, and left.

Lin Yaodong stepped into the company.

The receptionist had just started her job and was touching up her makeup. Makeup was a trend in the 90s, officially invading Hong Kong Island.

Upon seeing him, she quickly stood up and said, "Good morning, Brother Dong."

"Good morning. Has Gao Jin arrived?"

"Manager Gao is in the finance office."

Lin Yaodong nodded and walked straight to the finance office.

The door was ajar, and through the crack, one could see Gao Jin hunched over his desk organizing documents.

"Ah Jin, what are you busy with?" Lin Yaodong pushed open the door and went in.

Gao Jin looked up and adjusted his glasses. "Brother Dong. Are you organizing the fee payment materials? Isn't today the day to pay the fees?"

Lin Yaodong slapped his forehead: "Look at my memory."

According to the rules, 30% of the monthly revenue must be given to the club.

Some clubs pay monthly, while others pay quarterly.

Of course, many clubs pay their dues monthly.

Why do we have to pay it once a month?

There are many reasons. One is that the person in charge suddenly dies, often before they have even collected any money, and then the person in charge of the area is replaced. Another reason is that the territory changes hands and is taken over by another gang.

Hung Hing is considered relatively stable, so it pays its dues quarterly.

"Is everything ready?" Lin Yaodong asked.

Gao Jin closed the folder and picked up a black briefcase from the table: "It's all in there, account details, bank statements, cash, all categorized. The documents that Brother Yao needs to verify are also ready."

Chen Yao is the clerk of the gang, in charge of the accounts.

Lin Yaodong nodded in satisfaction: "Let's go, Jiang Xin is waiting downstairs."

The two went downstairs, where a black Bentley was already parked.

The driver's side window rolled down, and Jiang Xin leaned out, grinning, "Brother Dong, Ah Jin, good morning."

Although Jiang Xin is now Lin Yaodong's special assistant, he was originally a motorcycle thief. After an accident, he was saved by Lin Yaodong and has been devoted to him ever since.

Although his status is different now, he still insists on driving, saying, "Only I am qualified to drive this car."

"Let's go to Hongshan Park." Lin Yaodong got into the back seat.

The car drove off smoothly.

During the morning rush hour, Hong Kong Island was teeming with traffic, but Jiang Xin drove with ease, weaving nimbly between the cars.

Gao Jin sat quietly in the passenger seat, his suitcase resting flat on his lap with his hands folded over it.

Lin Yaodong closed his eyes to rest, mentally checking if there were any oversights in this month's accounts.

At 8:30, the car entered Hongshan Park.

The car was parked in front of the ornate iron gate.

As soon as the three of them got out of the car, a middle-aged man in a butler's uniform was already waiting at the door.

"Mr. Lin, gentlemen, please come in." The butler bowed slightly, his movements as precise as a doorman at a five-star hotel.

"Thanks." Lin Yaodong nodded.

The iron gate slowly opened, and the three followed the butler into the villa.

Although this wasn't Jiang Xin's first visit, she had always waited outside before; this was her first time stepping inside the villa.

Upon entering, you'll find a garden covering nearly a thousand square feet.

Artificial hills and flowing water, several plump Showa Sanshoku koi swimming in the koi pond, precious Japanese red maples planted nearby, and several Podocarpus macrophyllus trees pruned with a Zen-like quality.

The garden path is paved with bluestone slabs transported from Suzhou, with moss dotting the gaps.

Jiang Xin stared wide-eyed, unable to resist looking around.

Before meeting Lin Yaodong, he spent the first half of his life as a motorcycle thief, whose biggest dream was to steal enough money to buy a villa like this.

He had fantasized countless times about living in such a house, barbecuing in the garden, and sunbathing by the pool, instead of hiding like a rat in the street.

"Brother Dong, look at this Podocarpus macrophyllus, it's worth at least 500,000 yuan," Jiang Xin said in a low voice, his tone full of envy.

Lin Yaodong glanced at him: "You've never seen the world. Stick with me for another two years, and I'll think I'll give each of you a set."

Upon hearing this, Gao Jin also turned to look at Lin Yaodong, a flicker of emotion crossing his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

Jiang Xin got excited: "Brother Dong, you said it, you can't go back on your word! I want a house even bigger than this, with a basketball court in the garden, and an open-air cinema..."