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

"Boss, about this... the protection fees and tips my underlings receive are to be paid out every two weeks..."

"You know, after the crackdown, the chicken stalls lost a lot of money... My little brother lost his entertainment options and had to gamble..."

The management fees they collected were sitting in their hands, and it was inevitable that they'd get the urge to gamble... They couldn't resist taking a few rounds of gambling...

The savage stammered, "Then... when the day came to pay up, all the money was gone..."

"Including family assets!!"

Seeing that the dinosaur was about to lash out again, Shengfan quickly said, "Don't worry, boss, I'll deduct the amount from the wages of those who didn't pay enough..."

"Damn! How can that be the same?" The dinosaur looked at the savage, somewhat disappointed.

"I'm just hanging around with us to make a living. I gambled away all my money, and when it came time to get my salary, I had no money left. In the end, I still didn't live a happy life..."

It was when he started working with Lin Yaodong that he first encountered the word "happiness".

"They can't even make a living following me, the dinosaurs, so how can they be expected to risk their lives for me?"

As the leader, he naturally knew that if he had taken decisive action from the beginning to stop his underlings from behaving this way, things would never have developed into what they are now.

"But boss..." Shengfan said cautiously, "They lost all their money at our own place..."

"Uh... huh??" The dinosaur scratched its head, smiling as it said, "Is that so??"

The money, after going through a roundabout way, seems to have returned to his own hands, so it's not necessarily a bad thing... he thought to himself.

Seeing his boss laugh, Shengfan laughed along, "Yeah, boss, this way we'll be the ones making all the money..."

"wrong!"

The dinosaur then thought: The management fees that his younger brother collected were the company's legitimate revenue, something that could be seen in the open... it was clean money!

The underlings lost their management fees—that is, their clean money—to the casino...isn't that turning clean money into dirty money again?!

Why did I switch careers and start my own company?

Isn't it just about whitewashing their image, making money openly and legitimately, and then spending it openly and legitimately?

After the dinosaur figured it out, its face suddenly darkened.

"You damn bastard!!!"

The dinosaur roared, "Tell your underlings... workers, from today onwards, hand over all payments you receive!"

"If I ever find any scoundrel daring to gamble at the casino, I'll break his legs... no, every time I see him, I'll cut off a finger!!"

"Um..." the savage said, "Boss, this means our casino's business..."

"Damn it, casino business is nowhere near as important as company business!"

"The money the casino makes, in the end, goes back to be used as a mattress, and it's not comfortable to sleep on at all."

"I have so much money, but I can't spend it... I'm even afraid of being investigated if I buy a decent mattress..."

The dinosaur had long wanted to buy a villa, but not knowing where the money would come from was a big problem.

However, it's not impossible to buy it, but it would cost twice as much money, and naturally, professionals would handle it for him.

But on what grounds?

Are they taking advantage of honest, uneducated people?

He didn't want to lose half the money he had worked so hard to earn just by washing it.

"Now that I'm running a company, my goal is to make clean money so I can spend it however I want!"

"Got it... Boss..."

Just as the savage was about to leave, the dinosaur called out to him again.

"If you don't understand something, go to Causeway Bay and learn from their experience..." Dinosaur was naturally too proud to ask Lin Yaodong for advice.

This... you should learn more from someone who's not a pro... I just think it in my mind, I don't dare say it out loud.

"understood."

...........

the other side.

Lin Yaodong left Jiang Tiansheng's place.

As the car drove along the winding mountain road, Lin Yaodong closed his eyes to rest.

In the driver's seat, Jiang Xin drove quietly, occasionally glancing at her boss's expression in the rearview mirror.

"Brother Dong, shall we go straight back to Mong Kok?" Jiang Xin asked softly.

Just as Lin Yaodong was about to nod, both phones vibrated almost simultaneously.

One was his everyday black phone, and the other was a silver encrypted phone known only to a few people, whose number was not widely available.

He first picked up the black phone, the screen of which displayed "Dongxing Crow".

Almost simultaneously, the silver phone lit up—"Changyi Society He Yong".

It must be because the crow was on the line that He Yong was playing another game...

Lin Yaodong frowned.

This made him realize that it was definitely not a good thing that these two people were looking for him at the same time.

He answered the crow's call first.

"Brother Dong!" On the other end of the phone, Crow's voice was somewhat urgent, but he remained respectful.

"Excuse me for bothering you. We've run into a bit of trouble in Causeway Bay. He Yong from the Cheung Yee Society and I are both at Boss B's boxing gym. Our people got into a conflict over business matters, and we'd like to ask you to come and mediate."

Before Lin Yaodong could answer, his silver phone was still vibrating.

He gestured for Jiang Xin to pull over and then answered He Yong's call.

"Brother Dong, this is He Yong." He Yong's voice was more composed than Crow's, but it also carried a hint of anxiety. "Crow from Dongxing and I are with Brother B. Our people have gotten into a fight over taking orders, and we need you to set some rules."

Both sides are saying the same thing, so it seems there's a big problem.

"Okay, I'll be right there," Lin Yaodong replied briefly before hanging up the phone.

After exiting the intersection, Jiang Xin turned the car around and drove towards Causeway Bay.

"Brother Dong, should we call more people?" Jiang Xin asked.

Lin Yaodong shook his head: "No need. We're all on the same side."

Despite saying that, he knew in his heart that Tung Sing and Chang Yi Society were originally two different organizations.

Although they are now affiliated with "Oriental Property", and have each established "Yaodong Property Dongxing Branch" and "Yaodong Property Changyi Branch" respectively from "Yaodong Property", which is legally represented by Boss B, the old grudges and territorial consciousness cannot be eliminated in a short time.

As the car entered Causeway Bay, the streets gradually became lively.

At this time of day, the streets are already preparing to welcome Causeway Bay's nightlife.

But today, Lin Yaodong noticed that the atmosphere on the street was a little different—many people wearing property management uniforms were gathered in twos and threes, some smoking, and some talking in hushed tones.

Their uniforms bore different logos printed on the back: "Dongfang Property", "Yaodong Property", "Yaodong Property Changyi Branch", "Yaodong Property Dongxing Branch"...

Even employees from Mong Kok came to join in the fun; the people wearing the "Oriental Property" uniforms were from the Mong Kok area.

Jiang Xin also noticed: "Brother Dong, it seems this matter has escalated quite a bit."

Lin Yaodong did not respond, but his eyes became even more profound.

Big Boss B's boxing gym was originally a warehouse. After Big Boss B transformed it into a boxing gym, it became a place for young people in the neighborhood to practice boxing and resolve disputes.

Later, at Lin Yaodong's suggestion, the boxing gym was renovated, and now its appearance is quite professional.

Before the car even arrived at the boxing gym, Lin Yaodong could see a dark mass of people in the distance.

At least a hundred people were gathered around the boxing gym, all dressed in property management uniforms, except for the lettering on the back.