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

Mentioning this foot massage... Stephen Chow's expression suddenly became somewhat subtle, and he even subconsciously tugged at his collar.

As he flipped through the bill, he said in a weak voice, "For the foot massage... we only hired employees from Dong Ge's companies, a total of 3028 brothers..."

He paused for a moment before stating the figure: "The cost is HK$6,366,500."

The office fell silent for a moment.

Even the usually composed Xiao Fu raised an eyebrow.

Jiang Xin blurted out, "How much? More than six million? A foot massage costs more than three times as much as treating the entire Hung Hing Society to a meal?"

Zhou Xingxing quickly explained to Lin Yaodong, "Brother Dong, there are detailed bills here. I didn't embezzle a single penny! Every expense has a signed record. You can send someone to check."

"I doubt you have the guts," Lin Yaodong said calmly, but a hint of doubt still flashed in his eyes.

"If each person hires a massage therapist, the cost would be at most a thousand yuan. How could it have cost over six million?"

"Hehe~~" Upon hearing this, Stephen Chow revealed a sly smile that all men would understand.

"Brother Dong~ This is the standard for ordinary employees, of course. But think about it, how hard our brothers work serving the neighborhood during the day, exposed to the wind and sun, and some of them have to deal with neighborhood disputes... Those brothers with positions, such as team leaders, supervisors, and area street leaders, definitely need to provide upgraded services."

He got more and more excited as he spoke: "Brother Dong, I remember you said something...right, 'incentive system'! Employees who perform well should have better treatment."

So I took the initiative, and some guys called two masseuses, while others called three... The services were upgraded as well: a regular massage was 298, an aromatherapy massage was 598, a traditional Thai massage was 798, and there were also VIP packages, the grand slam, and even a double full-service massage experience..."

Stephen Chow began to complain: "You have no idea, last night we booked out all the foot massage parlors and massage parlors in Causeway Bay, and we didn't even have enough technicians!"

There was no other way but to arrange it in batches. Some brothers went to Tsim Sha Tsui, some went to Mong Kok... The transportation costs, waiting fees, extra time fees, and all sorts of other expenses added up to this amount.

Lin Yaodong suddenly stared at him: "So, how many have you arranged for yourself?"

Stephen Chow's words came to an abrupt halt, his face flushed red, and he stammered, "Uh... this... 6..."

"Six?" Jiang Xin couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Brother Xing! Are you sure you can handle that?"

"Six!" Even Gao Jin, unusually, joked, "Ah Xing, take care of your health."

"I'm sure I can do it!" Stephen Chow said, sticking out his neck.

But then several obvious hickeys appeared on her neck, and she subconsciously tugged at her collar.

Then I remembered that he really did get fucked up last night...

There's none left...

I was so embarrassed I wanted to disappear into the ground.

This has made him afraid to go home today. He had to lie to his wife and say that he had to carry out a secret mission for a few days and was staying away from home temporarily.

He inwardly groaned: "It's all Dong-ge's fault. Last time he arranged five foreign women for me... Now there's no turning back..."

Lin Yaodong didn't press further, but gave Gao Jin a wink.

Gao Jin understood, picked up the backpack Zhou Xingxing had brought, and walked to the safe.

The password was entered, the mechanical lock turned, and the heavy safe door slowly opened.

"Wow!" Zhou Xingxing's eyes widened in surprise. It was the first time he had ever seen the inside of Lin Yaodong's safe.

The densely packed cash was neatly stacked, almost filling the entire space, creating a strong visual impact.

"So much money... I've never seen anything like it in my life..."

"Aren't you going to help count the money?" Gao Jin called out.

Stephen Chow immediately jogged over.

Xiao Fu and Jiang Xin also stepped forward to help.

The four of them worked together to count the money, and they were very efficient. They quickly counted out more than 8.2 million yuan in cash and put it into the backpack that Stephen Chow had brought.

Holding the heavy backpack in his hands, Zhou Xingxing felt an unreal sense of satisfaction.

Although the money wasn't his, the feeling of handling such a huge sum of money still made his heart race.

"Brother Dong, I'll go pay the bill first," Zhou Xingxing asked.

"Okay." Lin Yaodong nodded. "Handle it as soon as possible, don't keep the restaurant waiting, lest rumors spread that we, Hung Hing, are dining and dashing."

"clear!"

Lin Yaodong then looked at Gao Jin and the other two: "You guys go help out too, make sure every bill is settled, and don't let those shop owners suffer losses."

"Yes!" the three answered in unison.

Zhou Xingxing, carrying a backpack full of cash, left the office accompanied by Gao Jin, Xiao Fu, and Jiang Xin.

The door closed gently, and the room returned to silence.

Lin Yaodong stood alone in the center of the office, his gaze once again falling on the map on the wall.

His finger slid from Kowloon down to Wan Chai, but then stopped at Tsim Sha Tsui.

"Is this the next one..." he muttered to himself, a sharp glint in his eyes.

The sunlight outside the window gradually slanted westward, casting a long shadow over him.

He took out a cigarette, lit it, and as the smoke swirled around him, his gaze became profound once more.

Lin Yaodong took out his phone and made a call.

"Ah Ren, it's me."

How have you been lately?

.....

Wan Chai Serious Crime Unit.

Because of the assassination of Eiji Tsukamoto by the Seraph yesterday, the Major Crimes Unit also set up roadblocks and searched for a day and a night.

He Wenzhan and Ma Jun, along with a group of colleagues, returned to the police station with dark circles under their eyes.

"Not only did we fail to catch the Seraph, but we also lost track of the three Vietnamese brothers who had been keeping an eye on us!"

He Wenzhan's eyes were bloodshot.

If Huang Zhicheng hadn't suddenly given them an urgent notice to help intercept the Seraphim, they wouldn't have left the boxing gym, which led to them losing track of the Vietnamese gang.

"It's all Huang Zhicheng's fault, that good-for-nothing!"

"Officer Ho, we're all colleagues in the police force..."

"Hmm?" He Wenzhan turned his head and glanced at the bespectacled man who had spoken, and the man immediately fell silent.

He's very polite and refined, clearly a bookworm.

Ma Jun suddenly said, "Inspector He, if you hadn't stopped me from sneaking into the boxing gym, I wouldn't have lost track of the Vietnamese gang."

"How dare you say that? You always act alone and disobey orders!"

He Wenzhan turned to complain to Ma Jun, "This time you're being unusually obedient. If you hadn't followed orders, you could have just gone into the boxing gym to keep watch, wouldn't that have been better?"

"......." Ma Jun was speechless.

So, no matter what I do, I'm wrong?

Just then.

Ring ring ring~~

The office phone rang.

A policewoman answered the phone.

"Inspector Ho, it's the West Kowloon Regional Headquarters calling. They're looking for you about a case."

"A case?" He Wenzhan asked, somewhat puzzled, as he took the phone.

His expression quickly changed from surprise to displeasure, and then to a complex mix of emotions.

After hanging up the phone, he looked at Ma Jun.

"The three Vietnamese gang brothers were arrested by Qiu Gang'ao and his team from the Kowloon Serious Crimes Unit."

"After they informed Situ Sir, they learned that we were also investigating the Vietnamese gang, so they asked if they could provide any clues."

Then, the two of them simultaneously thought of the same person.

Watson.