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

Lin Yaodong put down his chopsticks, his expression turned serious, and the private room immediately fell silent.

"I just heard about it too..."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to everyone's ears. The reporters immediately turned on their recording equipment and raised their cameras.

"I am not aware of the specifics, but I want to state one thing: today's boxing match was an open, fair, and legal competition. Mr. Tsukamoto and I were simply sparring in the ring. Off the ring, we have no personal grudges."

Lin Yaodong paused, his gaze sweeping over each reporter present, and continued, "As for the news of Mr. Tsukamoto's incident, I believe the police will find out the truth. I cannot comment before the official conclusion is released."

These words were perfectly worded, both disclaiming any involvement and expressing respect for the law. The reporters exchanged glances; some nodded, while others quickly took notes.

A female reporter from Ming Pao spoke first, her voice clear and crisp: "Mr. Lin, there are also reports that three brothers from a Vietnamese gang have been arrested, and they have identified you as the mastermind behind the drug trafficking. What is your response to this?"

The questions were sharp as knives, and the air in the private room seemed to freeze.

Su Jianqiu stood behind Lin Yaodong, her palms sweating.

Lin Yaodong remained calm, even revealing a hint of helpless smile: "Miss reporter, do you think this is possible? I am currently a candidate for councilor, and I own several legitimate companies..."

He spread his hands, his expression sincere: "Although it's just starting out, we've already paid over 500 million in taxes. What reason would I have to get involved with something as harmful as drugs?"

Lin Yaodong looked directly into the reporters' eyes, his tone even more sincere: "The three Vietnamese brothers were hired by Mr. Tsukamoto to help me fight. They lost the match today and may hold a grudge against me, so they framed me. I believe the police will find out the truth and clear my name."

"If necessary, I will actively cooperate with the police investigation..." he added, then his voice suddenly rose.

"Furthermore, I hereby formally announce: from today onwards, all drug transactions are strictly prohibited in all Hung Hing-owned establishments. If anyone is found guilty, I will personally hand them over to the police station. I, Lam Yiu Tung, mean what I say!"

His words were forceful and, combined with his sincere gaze, they were easily convincing.

He used to only say it in certain places, which is very different from now when he directly states it in the newspaper.

The reporters nodded in agreement and quickly took notes in their notebooks.

"Mr. Lin truly deserves to be called a pioneer in the fight against drugs!" Wen Huixin, as a reporter, did not explicitly say that she believed in Lin Yaodong, but her words already spoke volumes.

"Anti-drug pioneer?" Lin Yaodong was somewhat surprised. "When did I get another nickname?"

A Ming Pao reporter laughed and said, "Mr. Lin, you probably don't know this, but you've had this nickname in our journalist circle for a long time."

"Yes," a reporter who was conducting on-site interviews chimed in, "Since you arrived in Mong Kok and strictly enforced the ban on drugs, and thoroughly eradicated drug addicts, the security situation in Mong Kok has improved a lot."

Another female reporter nodded, her face full of admiration: "Later, you returned to Causeway Bay to start a company, and then swept away the noodle stalls and gambling dens in Causeway Bay with lightning speed... The locals all say that you are the upright and just magistrate of Causeway Bay."

"Hehe~~ Is that so..." Lin Yaodong waved his hand with a smile, "The neighbors are too kind, it's just what I should do..."

The subsequent interviews went much more smoothly.

Reporters asked Lin Yaodong questions about his candidacy for parliament, company development, and future plans, to which he gave appropriate and specific answers.

He discussed the planned community center construction, mentioned the need to secure more educational resources for Causeway Bay, and even detailed the development plan for his company over the next three years.

They specifically mentioned their desire to build a Hope Primary School.

This proposal, unsurprisingly, received widespread praise.

The reporters all said they would write a separate article on this topic.

The interview ended an hour later.

Lin Yaodong personally escorted the reporters to the restaurant entrance, while Zhou Xingxing secretly slipped each of them a thick red envelope.

"Mr. Lin, rest assured, tomorrow's report will definitely be objective and positive," the reporter from Sing Tao Daily assured him.

"Thank you all for your hard work." Lin Yaodong smiled and nodded.

After seeing the reporter off, Lin Yaodong's smile gradually disappeared.

He turned and walked back to the restaurant, with Su Jianqiu and Gao Jin following closely behind.

"Brother Dong, are you really alright?" Su Jianqiu asked in a low voice, her voice filled with worry. "The Vietnamese gang..."

"Just a clown jumping around," Lin Yaodong said calmly, without stopping. "What he said was nothing more than trying to drag me down with him before he died."

"But what about the police..." Su Jianqiu knew that after this incident, the police would definitely continue to pay attention to Lin Yaodong, or rather, keep an eye on him.

He quit his undercover job and chose to follow Lin Yaodong, naturally because he didn't want Lin Yaodong to get into trouble, and even less did he want him to get involved in those things.

Lin Yaodong stopped and patted Su Jianqiu on the shoulder: "I'm a good guy, let them investigate."

He flashed that confident smile again. "Let's go back and have a drink..."

Seeing Lin Yaodong's open and honest attitude, Su Jianqiu immediately felt relieved.

The celebration banquet lasted until 11 p.m.

Lin Yaodong and the others did not participate in the second half of the massage and foot bath. He asked Zhou Xingxing and the others to register and get reimbursed later.

Why entrust this matter to Stephen Chow?

Because he's the guy who's single-handedly taken on five big foreign women, he's quite the expert in this area...

After everyone left, Lin Yaodong suddenly lowered his voice and said to Gao Jin, "I have something for you to do. Find a suitable time and go to 17 Nathan Road as soon as possible to retrieve the things inside."

17 Nathan Road?

That's a commercial area...not within our sphere of influence, and Brother Dong never instructed us to hide anything there...

However, Gao Jin didn't ask, he just nodded.

Lin Yaodong patted him on the shoulder and added, "Remember, bring a few more people; you might have a lot of stuff."

"clear."

Lin Yaodong looked up at the night sky, the lights of Victoria Harbour reflected in his eyes, dazzling yet cold.

He was unaware of the secret meeting held on the top floor of the Peninsula Hotel.

But he could guess that the 60 billion wouldn't be so easy to get his hands on.

The fact that Emperor Jiaqing knew so much about it must be related to the powerful figures behind him.

Since he has shown an attempt to win them over, that is enough to explain the attitude of the people behind the scenes.

However, 60 billion... Lin Yaodong's heart sank.

In this day and age, 100 yuan can get you a thug to make up the numbers, and 200 yuan can get one armed and ready to fight...

With 10 yuan, you could hire a slightly more professional scalpel surgeon to dissect a human body.

Thinking about it this way, with 60 billion, it's not surprising that they can do anything...

"After all, it's the He family... they wouldn't ruin their reputation, would they..." Lin Yaodong muttered to himself.

He dared to bet 5 million, so he must have investigated the bookmakers who opened the betting odds. However, he stopped investigating after reaching the Ho family in New Macau.

Because that's enough.

The Ho family's gambling den has a century-long reputation and has never defaulted on its debts.

If they really want to renege on their debt... then we'll just have to confront them directly!

Once in the car, Jiang Xin started the engine, and the car drove smoothly toward the tenement building.

The streets of Hong Kong Island remain bustling at night, with neon lights painting the city in a mesmerizing hue.

The police officers at the intersection were a bit of an eyesore.

"Brother Dong, shouldn't you consider moving to a different place?" Jiang Xin said while driving. "I see the other bosses all live in villas..."