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

Chan Ho-nam wants to treat Lam Yiu-tung to a late-night snack.

Big Brother B didn't go; he said he wanted to go home and be with his family.

Big Boss B is genuinely scared.

Everyone left the B-Boxing Gym together.

Pheasant asked, "Where to? The usual food stall?"

Chen Haonan immediately planned to go to the food stalls they frequented at night.

He looked at Lin Yaodong.

Lin Yaodong gently shook his head: "Eating too much oily food at night is bad for your health. Let's go to Saigon. I know a seafood congee place that's light and delicious, and the crabs are plump this season."

Chan Ho-nam: "Okay, I'll listen to Ah Tung."

Lin Yaodong didn't want to eat anything too greasy that evening, so he suggested going to Saigon to have seafood porridge.

Chen Haonan took out his car keys, and the lights of the red Toyota MR2 not far away turned on.

"Brother Nan, we..." Da Tian Er looked at the sports car with only two seats and scratched his head.

The foreskin and the frenulum looked at each other, clearly unable to squeeze in.

"I'll take a taxi there with Baopi and Jiaopi," Datian Er offered.

"Take my car," Lin Yaodong said casually, walking towards a black Bentley parked in the shadows by the roadside.

The car's lines are smooth and elegant, and even in dim light, it exudes an undeniable sense of weight and luxury, creating a strong contrast with Chan Ho-nam's bright red MR2.

This also subtly hints at the two people's completely different personalities.

The original driver, Jiang Xin, was called to the police station for questioning and has not yet returned; he needs to drive himself tonight.

Upon hearing this, Da Tian Er, Bao Pi, and Jiao Pi's eyes lit up immediately.

"Thank you so much, Brother Dong!" *3

The three of them were filled with barely suppressed excitement.

They had long been curious about this luxury car, which was rumored to be worth millions, and now that they had the opportunity to experience it firsthand, they were naturally eager to do so.

Lin Yaodong opened the car door and got into the driver's seat.

Da Tian and the other two carefully opened the back door of the car.

"Wow~ This seat is real leather, it's so smooth!" Bao Pi exclaimed as soon as he sat down, rubbing the seat with his hand.

"It smells so good, what is it?" Jiao Pi sniffed, the car was filled with a crisp woody scent, definitely not an ordinary car air freshener.

"It's so comfortable, it feels like sitting on a big bed in a hotel." Da Tian Er adjusted his posture, enjoying the perfect envelopment and support of the seat, a world apart from the taxi rides he usually takes.

Lin Yaodong ignored their whispers and took out his phone to dial a number.

The three people in the back seat immediately fell silent, not daring to make a sound and disturb them.

"Attorney Lin."

"Brother Dong." Lin Liangshui's steady voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Is it done?"

"We're just finishing the final procedures, and we'll be out soon."

"Okay, tell Xiao Fu and Gao Jin to go directly to Sai Kung Pier, to the usual place, 'Hai Kee' Seafood Restaurant."

"Okay, Dong-ge."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Yaodong skillfully started the vehicle, which smoothly glided into traffic.

Only then did the three people in the back seat start talking again.

Unable to contain his curiosity, Jiao Pi leaned forward slightly and asked respectfully, "Brother Dong, I heard that your car cost several million Hong Kong dollars?"

Lin Yaodong kept his eyes on the road, focused on driving, and gave a soft "hmm" in response.

The group exchanged glances. Although they were somewhat prepared, they were still deeply shocked to hear Lin Yaodong confirm it in person.

A few million Hong Kong dollars is undoubtedly an astronomical figure for these gangsters who still rely on collecting debts and running brothels to earn a meager living.

Their boss, Chan Ho-nam, owns a cool MR2, which, even fully equipped, costs no more than 300,000.

However, this was all the wealth their leader had accumulated over many years of hard work.

Bao Pi wasn't good at math, so he counted on his fingers and muttered to himself, "A few million... that could buy so many of Nan Ge's MR2s..."

For gangsters, face and prestige are paramount, and owning a car like this is a symbol of power and status.

A strong sense of envy welled up in their hearts.

Da Tian Er took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement, and asked the most crucial question: "Brother Dong, how much did this car... exactly cost?"

Lin Yaodong glanced at them through the rearview mirror and said in a flat tone, as if he were talking about the weather: "New car, eight million."

"Eight million!?" Jiao Pi exclaimed in shock, his eyes wide open.

Da Tian Er and Bao Pi were completely stunned, their mouths agape, unable to utter a word.

This number far exceeded their wildest expectations.

What Lin Yaodong didn't mention was that the car actually cost over ten million yuan because it underwent comprehensive modifications and reinforcements according to his requirements, including but not limited to bulletproof glass, a reinforced body, and special tires.

For the rest of the journey, the carriage was unusually quiet.

Da Tian Er, Bao Pi, and Jiao Pi sat upright, even their breathing became much lighter, and their hands and feet were held back cautiously, as if they were afraid of accidentally damaging any of the seemingly valuable decorations in the car, which they couldn't afford to pay for even if they sold themselves.

Less than twenty minutes later, the Bentley came to a smooth stop in front of a seafood restaurant called "Hai Kee" near Sai Kung Pier.

The restaurant looked old, but it was brightly lit and very popular, with the air filled with the salty sea breeze and the aroma of food.

Chan Ho-nam's MR2 arrived almost simultaneously.

The group got out of the car. Lin Yaodong was clearly a regular customer. The owner, a slightly overweight, smiling middle-aged man, had already come out to greet them warmly: "Brother Dong! How many are in your party today?"

Lin Yaodong nodded slightly: "About ten people, please arrange a quiet private room."

"Okay, okay, please come in, Brother Dong!" The boss personally led the way, taking everyone to a spacious private room on the second floor.

One side of the private room has a floor-to-ceiling window, and outside the window is a dock full of fishing boats.

After everyone was seated, Chan Ho-nam checked the time and asked, "Ah Tung, are there any more friends coming?"

"Xiao Fu, Gao Jin, Jiang Xin, and Attorney Lin, they should be arriving soon."

Lin Yaodong explained, "I'm used to having someone with me when I go out at night."

His tone was natural, yet it conveyed an undeniable sense of caution.

Chan Ho-nam nodded knowingly, though he was somewhat dismissive of it.

Being afraid of this and that when venturing out into the world is not his style.

In his opinion, Lin Yaodong was being overly cautious.

Soon, signature dishes such as seafood congee, steamed lobster, and steamed grouper with black bean sauce were served one after another, filling the air with their aroma.

Just then, the door to the private room was pushed open, and Xiao Fu, Gao Jin, Jiang Xin, and Lin Liangshui, who was carrying a briefcase, walked in, looking travel-worn.

"Brother Dong."

"Brother Nan."

The group greeted each other.

"Sit down, we've been waiting for you." Lin Yaodong gestured for them to sit down.

Chan Ho-nam raised his overflowing beer glass first, looking solemnly at Lam Yiu-tung: "Ah-tung! Thanks to you for mediating this, we brothers were able to get through this. This drink is for you!"

Shanji, Datian'er, Baopi, and Jiaopi immediately raised their glasses and said in unison, "Thank you, Brother Dong!"

Even Chicken, who had always been somewhat resentful of Lin Yaodong, now called him "Brother Dong," though his tone was a little stiff, his attitude was different.