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

After washing up, Jiang Xin had already driven the Bentley downstairs to wait for him.

Although Xiao Fu and Gao Jin lived on the same floor as him, they had been busy at work lately and went to the company early.

Lin Yaodong called the two men and also notified his personal lawyer, Lin Liangshui, to go to the Tsukamoto Building in Tsim Sha Tsui together.

In the car, Lin Yaodong briefly explained the contract to Lin Liangshui so that he could be mentally prepared.

"Looking at the contract is no problem," Lin Liangshui said, flipping through the documents. "It's just that you might face some obstacles in taking over the Tsukamoto Building. The Japanese certainly won't let go easily."

"Obstacles?" Lin Yaodong chuckled. "They think they can just stay put? Don't forget, I'm running a legitimate business now, but I'm still a leader of the Hung Hing triad. On my own turf in Hong Kong Island, can't I outmaneuver the Japanese?"

He spoke calmly, but Lin Liangshui sensed a certainty in his voice.

This certainty is not blind confidence, but a clear assessment of the situation.

With Eiji Tsukamoto dead, the Tsukamoto family's backer has fallen. No matter how strong the Yamaguchi-gumi is, its influence is not in Hong Kong, and its reach cannot extend that far.

This is Hung Hing's territory.

Xiao Fu and Gao Jin continued to report the information they had found to Lin Yaodong.

After Eiji Tsukamoto's father died, his family's influence in Japan was targeted by the Yamaguchi-gumi. With Eiji Tsukamoto's death, the Tsukamoto Group is now basically under the control of the Yamaguchi-gumi.

soon.

We've arrived at our destination.

44 Nathan Road, Tsukamoto Building.

Lin Yaodong got out of the car, looked at the twenty-plus-story building, and made up his mind.

Eiji Tsukamoto and his father were killed by the Seraphim, but the merchants and tenants in the building seemed to be unaffected.

The flow of people in and out was as usual, and the shops on the ground floor remained open for business.

The five of them entered the building together.

Upon arriving at the front desk, Lin Yaodong surveyed the surroundings.

The receptionist politely asked them what they needed.

Xin stepped forward and said, "Just have your manager come out and see my boss."

"May I ask who your boss is?" The receptionist was very perceptive and didn't say anything like "you can't see me without an appointment."

Jiang Xin said, "Lin Yaodong."

The receptionist immediately made a phone call.

Soon, three men came out of the elevator.

The two men were dressed in black suits; they were clearly bodyguards.

The one in the middle is wearing a kimono and wooden clogs, a typical Japanese outfit.

"Mr. Lin, I've heard so much about you." The Japanese man greeted Lin Yaodong with a smile and extended his hand. "I am Watanabe Seiichi."

"I am Lin Yaodong," Lin Yaodong shook hands with him, "Mr. Watanabe, you dog-raising dog-raising."

"Lin-san has heard of me?" Watanabe Seiichi was somewhat surprised.

"The son of the fifth Yamaguchi-gumi, of course I've heard of him," Lin Yaodong smiled. "Mr. Watanabe, are you planning to talk to me here?"

"Oh, that was my oversight. This way, please."

They took the elevator to Watanabe Seiichi's office.

The words "Tsukamoto" on the office door haven't been removed yet.

Looking at those two characters, Lin Yaodong thought to himself that "Tsukamoto Building" should also be renamed.

Let's call it the Oriental Building!

It sounds so good.

Once inside the office, they exchanged a series of probing questions.

Watanabe Seiichi was very polite, but Lin Yaodong could see the wariness in his eyes.

This Japanese man is no ordinary person; he's at least much smarter than that arrogant fellow Eiji Tsukamoto.

"Mr. Watanabe, I don't care what your relationship with Mr. Tsukamoto is, but there's something I think you should know." Lin Yaodong gave Lin Liangshui a look.

Lin Liangshui immediately placed the transfer contract in front of Watanabe Seiichi, along with a copy of the betting agreement.

"This is a betting agreement that Eiji Tsukamoto and I signed before his death. The outcome of the boxing match will determine the ownership of the Tsukamoto Building. If I lose, the property company under my name will go to him. If he loses, the Tsukamoto Building will go to me."

Lin Yaodong leaned back on the sofa, speaking as casually as if he were discussing the weather, "As you know, I won. Tsukamoto Eiji was unfortunately assassinated by the Seraph. According to the agreement, this building is now mine."

Watanabe Aoko's face turned grim after reading the contract.

"How come I didn't know about this?" He stared at Lin Yaodong.

Lin Yaodong shrugged: "Do you know that's not the point?" He glanced at Watanabe Seiichi's seat, which was the main seat behind the desk.

"The point is, Mr. Watanabe, you're sitting in my seat. Shouldn't you move it?"

Watanabe Ao's face was ashen, and his fists were clenched tightly.

He is not Eiji Tsukamoto.

Eiji Tsukamoto was arrogant and conceited, and ultimately died.

He, Watanabe Seiichi, will not make the same mistake.

This is not Japan, it's Hong Kong Island.

Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake.

"Lin Sang, I need to verify this matter." He took a deep breath, suppressing his anger.

"Whatever." Lin Yaodong stood up. "I can give you five days. After five days, you will voluntarily withdraw from the Tsukamoto Building."

"By the way, from now on this place will be called the Oriental Building. If Mr. Watanabe is still here in five days, then we..."

Just then, his personal cell phone rang.

Lin Yaodong frowned slightly.

Not many people know this number; they are either people he personally gave him contact information for, or people he is close to.

He took it out and saw that it was a call from Han Bin.

"Mr. Watanabe, let's talk again next time."

Watanabe Seiichi stood up: "Take care, Lin-san..."

Lin Liangshui put away the contract, and the group left the office.

As soon as the door closed, they heard the sound of something breaking inside.

Lin Yaodong smiled but didn't turn around.

He answered the phone: "Hey? What brings you here, Brother Bin?"

"Ah Dong! Thirteen Sister is in trouble!" Han Bin's tone was urgent.

"She's been tricked by the Associated Press's Hua Fu and is trapped in a nightclub on Kang Le Street. I'm on my way there now. You're closer, could you help me out and rescue her?"

Han Bin is the head of the Kuiqing Hall, which is quite far away.

The first person he thought of was Lam Yiu-tung, who was also in Mong Kok.

Lin Yaodong's heart skipped a beat.

Hua Fu?

A lewd face flashed through his mind.

At the same time, some fragments about the movie "Hung Hing Sister Thirteen" have appeared.

People called him "Hua Tuo of the pleasure quarters," but he was actually a low-class pimp who made a living by exploiting the women under his command.

How dare this kind of person mess with a leader of Hung Hing?

"Don't be so polite, I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, he said to Jiang Xin, "Go to Kangle Street, it's the fastest way."

Jiang Xin nodded.

After leaving the building, we got into the car, and the Bentley made a sharp turn and drove towards Kang Le Street.

On the bus, Lin Yaodong thought about many things.

He didn't have much contact with Thirteen Sister, but he knew she was loyal, responsible, and had a good reputation on Portland Street.

Although she appears to be in that business, she never pressures anyone; it's all voluntary.

She was both a beneficiary and a victim of the Hung Hing Reforms.

She benefits because after most of the trendy shops closed down, all the high-quality young women flocked to her place; she suffers because the very nature of her street makes it incredibly difficult to completely clear her name.

Unless they stop.