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

Jimmy was having a headache from thinking about it, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

He looked down at himself.

His suit was wrinkled, his tie was askew, his shoes had been taken away, and he was barefoot on the cold cement floor.

Cell phones, watches, belts—all were confiscated.

There was no time, no communication, and no contact with the outside world.

The entire detention center was oppressive, giving people a strange sense of suffocation.

"Dinner's ready."

The iron gate was pushed open, and two guards came in carrying several large trays, on which were placed bowls of rice and vegetables.

They placed the tray in front of the fence and turned to leave.

Zheng Zhili was the first to react. He got up, went over and picked up two bowls, handing one to Jimmy.

"What are you doing?!" The guard outside the fence turned around abruptly and shouted sternly, "Take what you want to eat!"

Zheng Zhili paused and looked at Jimmy.

Jimmy stood up, patted him on the shoulder, and walked to the fence.

The guard pointed at him and said, "Line up."

Jimmy looked at him without saying a word.

The guard also looked at him, expressionless.

A few seconds later, Jimmy looked away, walked to the back of the line, and joined the queue.

When it was his turn, the rice in his bowl was no longer very hot.

After he arrived here, the people there always intentionally conveyed the message to him: "Follow the rules."

He took the bowl back to the corner, squatted down, and ate it bite by bite.

After finishing my meal, I continued squatting.

No one came to ask any questions.

There is no opportunity to say, "I request to see a lawyer."

There were no statements like, "I won't say anything until I see my lawyer."

No one told him what he had done wrong or how long he would be locked up.

It seems like people outside don't care about these things at all.

It seems that once you get here, you're just a number, a pile of meat, waiting to be processed.

"It's alright." The clerk, Su, had somehow gotten next to him and said in a low voice, "I know the deputy director of the Provincial Public Security Bureau... I'll just talk to him."

Jimmy turned his head to the side: "Is his last name Shi?"

The advisor, Su, widened his eyes: "How did you know?"

Jimmy did not answer.

Just then, the iron gate was pushed open again, and three police officers in uniform walked in.

The leader glanced around the room and shouted, "Li Jiayuan! Who is Li Jiayuan?"

Jimmy stood up.

"come out."

He followed the police out of the detention center, his bare feet stepping onto the cement ground.

The wind was cool on a cloudy day, making the soles of his feet go numb.

He asked for the shoes, but was refused.

After passing through several doors and around several buildings, we finally entered a Chinese-style building.

There were sentries at the entrance, dressed in uniforms and standing ramrod straight.

Upon entering, there is a long corridor with calligraphy and paintings hanging on both sides, porcelain on display, and a dark red carpet on the floor.

Jimmy was led into a reception room.

A mahogany sofa, a tea set on the coffee table, and a landscape painting hanging on the wall.

He stood at the doorway, looked down at his dusty socks, then at the elegant room, and suddenly felt it was all unreal.

After waiting for about five minutes, the door opened.

A middle-aged man in a dark suit walked in, his steps steady and his face smiling.

He walked straight to Jimmy and extended his hand.

Jimmy's hand was a little stiff when he grasped it.

He knew this person; the deputy director that his advisor Su had mentioned, Shi Yong.

"Sit down." Shi Yong raised his hand to indicate that he would sit down in the main seat first.

He glanced at Jimmy's feet and asked, "Do you want someone to get you a pair of shoes?"

Jimmy: "No need."

Shi Yong smiled and did not insist.

He got up, walked to the table next to him, picked up a few documents, came back, and placed them in front of Jimmy Noodles.

"Your case is complicated; you were originally supposed to be arrested. But considering you're compatriots... it's alright." He said casually, as if he were commenting on the nice weather. "You, along with your advisor Su and Zheng Zhili, can go back to Hong Kong Island."

Jimmy looked at the documents in front of him without saying a word.

"We welcome you to come for sightseeing in the future. But doing business..." Shi Yong paused, "...is not an option."

Jimmy looked up: "Why do you do this?"

Shi Yong pondered for a moment: "This is our policy."

Jimmy stared at him for over ten seconds: "Old Xu is also a gangster, so why is he allowed to do business here?"

Shi Yong lit a cigarette, took a drag, and slowly exhaled: "We've already talked to Lao Xu. Besides... he's patriotic."

Jimmy practically blurted out, "I can talk, I can be patriotic!"

Shi Yong paused for a moment while smoking.

He turned his head to look at Jimmy, his gaze carrying a hint of amusement and scrutiny.

Suddenly, the image of another person appeared in his mind: Lin Yaodong.

That gangster with an outrageously good reputation in Causeway Bay, that man who is about to become a legislator.

Shi Yong was shocked when he first heard that Lin Yaodong was going to run for office.

But later he investigated what Lin Yaodong had done in Causeway Bay.

Road construction, school building, and funding for nursing homes—every single one of these initiatives is substantial and practical.

He even considered contacting Lin Yaodong on his own initiative.

He had the number, but he never made the call.

Given Lin Yaodong's current status, he can't be the one to make that call first...

The organization seeks dialogue between superiors and subordinates, with the superiors being the ones in charge.

"You're different from Lao Xu." Shi Yong snapped out of his thoughts.

"What's different?"

Shi Yong exhaled a puff of smoke and looked at Jimmy: "What is your role in Wo Shing?"

Jimmy opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

"He's the head of the new branch," Shi Yong countered. "And you?"

Jimmy paused for a few seconds: "Does it mean that if I'm chosen, it's okay?"

Shi Yong raised an eyebrow: "If I remember correctly, Wo Shing just elected its leader not long ago, right? How are you going to choose?"

"That's none of your concern," Jimmy said calmly. "I want to know, is it enough if I get elected?"

Shi Yong did not answer.

He turned his head to the side and continued smoking.

Jimmy looked at his profile and nodded.

enough.

Jimmy believed that this silence was the best answer.

Having money without status or power means you're nothing in front of these people...

Shi Yong had achieved half of his goal. After finishing the last puff of his cigarette, he stubbed it out in the ashtray, stood up, walked to the door, and opened it.

"I'll get someone to handle the paperwork for you right away. What you decide to do is up to you."

Jimmy stood up from the sofa and walked towards the door.

As he reached the door, he paused, turned back, and glanced at Shi Yong.

Shi Yong stood by the door, his face expressionless, only nodding slightly.

Jimmy turned and walked down the stairs.

He walked very slowly, one step at a time.

Shi Yong stood upstairs, his gaze following him the whole time.

The two people's gazes gradually shifted from looking straight ahead to looking down and then looking up.

"Oh, right," Shi Yong suddenly said.

Jimmy stopped in his tracks.

"Your DVD and disc business has all stopped. Remember to clean up the mess." He said it casually, as if instructing Jimmy to clean up the remaining trash.

Jimmy clenched his fists at his sides.

He only owned a small portion of those businesses; the lion's share belonged to Lin Yaodong.

If business stops, how will we explain it to Brother Dong...?