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

There's a hidden meaning in those words; Lin Yaodong has a triad background.

"Hehe~~ Yes and no," Lin Yaodong said without changing his expression, "It's mainly that Councilor Feng's honest remarks left a deep impression..."

He immediately pictured Feng Zhigang angrily criticizing the Hong Kong Island government in the legislature for its inaction and allowing triads to grow and expand.

That was during a parliamentary debate last year, when a legislator expressed his opinion that Hong Kong Island's community groups have a long history and have penetrated into all aspects of society. Forcibly cleaning them up would only cause greater chaos, and it would be better to strengthen supervision and guide them to "develop healthily".

Feng Zhigang immediately retorted to these remarks.

Feng Zhigang slammed his fist on the table and launched into a scathing critique of the legislator's views from multiple perspectives, including history, law, and social impact, lasting for half an hour.

When the speaker tried to mediate, Feng Zhigang attacked him as well, leaving anyone who disagreed speechless.

The video and photos of that debate were circulated in the news, and Fung Chi-kong earned the nickname "Iron-tongued legislator" as a result.

However, it cannot be denied that the triads on Hong Kong Island have a long history and deep roots, and are no longer simply triads.

They have infiltrated all walks of life and have countless connections with the political and business circles. If they are to be thoroughly cleaned up, it will have a ripple effect.

Feng Zhigang's proposal ultimately failed to pass, but his popularity among "law-abiding" citizens reached its peak.

"You flatter me. I just said what I needed to say." Feng Zhigang waved his hand modestly, but the pride in his eyes was undeniable.

The group sat down again.

Chen Wanting brought over another wine glass, and Feng Zhigang naturally sat down next to Chen Guozhong; the tacit understanding between the two was obvious.

Chen Guozhong's intention in having Feng Zhigang appear here is self-evident.

Considering Feng Zhigang's radical remarks and his almost obsessive pursuit of "justice," Lin Yaodong already had a guess in his mind.

Presumably, Feng Zhigang was also one of the people who knew about Chen Guozhong's involvement with Seraphim, and may even have been a participant or supporter.

"What's going on with Councilor Feng here?" Lin Yaodong asked tentatively.

Feng Zhigang took the wine glass handed to him by Chen Guozhong and said with a smile, "Old Chen and I have been old friends for many years. We met when we were involved in the student movement. Later, he went his own way and I went mine, but our goals have always been the same."

He paused, then looked at Lin Yaodong, his gaze becoming meaningful: "Mr. Lin's private efforts to have someone pull strings to establish a welfare organization are no secret in our circle. After all, to get those things done, you always have to go through a few people."

Lin Yaodong's heart stirred.

Feng Zhigang knew, and Chen Guozhong, the representative, also knew.

Once you've achieved a certain status, some things you consider secrets are actually no longer considered secrets by others.

"I didn't expect you two to know each other, and to have such a deep relationship..." Lin Yaodong smiled, his tone relaxed, but his mind was racing.

Chen Guozhong: "Hehe~~"

"Haha~~" Feng Zhigang laughed even harder and patted Chen Guozhong on the shoulder.

"If I weren't lacking Old Chen's skills and stamina, I might have been wearing a mask and going off to right wrongs with him too. You have no idea, every time I see those bastards sitting there so hypocritically in the council, I just want to..."

He made a throat-slitting gesture, though it was a joke, a flash of ruthlessness crossed his eyes.

Lin Yaodong was slightly startled.

This congressman, known for his integrity, is actually so... radical in private?

Yes, after all, he's someone who can sit at the same table as Chen Guozhong...

As Feng Zhigang spoke, he looked at Lin Yaodong and continued, "Speaking of which, thanks to Mr. Lin's help last time, Old Chen was able to successfully kill that little Japanese devil, Tsukamoto."

That guy ran underground casinos and smuggling operations on Hong Kong Island, ruining countless families. He should have died long ago.

"It's nothing..." Lin Yaodong said with a smile, "I'd love to be like Old Chen, wearing a hood and going out to kill Japanese devils at night..."

These words made Chen Guozhong's lips twitch.

"Hahahaha~~~" Feng Zhigang burst into laughter, as if he had heard some funny joke. "Mr. Lin is indeed a straightforward person! Come, let me toast you."

He picked up the glass of wine that Chen Guozhong had just poured, made a toasting gesture towards Lin Yaodong, and then drank it all in one gulp.

Now that things had come to this point, Lin Yaodong couldn't refuse any longer.

He picked up his glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp.

The group exchanged a few pleasantries.

After two glasses of wine, Feng Zhigang felt the effects of the alcohol.

"Damn it, it's much more comfortable here!" Feng Zhigang put down his wine glass and started swearing.

"During the day, I feel uncomfortable facing those hypocritical bastards in the council, pretending to discuss this and that! A bunch of useless scum, all they know is how to fight for power and profit. How many of them truly care about the people of Hong Kong Island?"

His voice grew louder and louder, and his emotions became more and more agitated, completely abandoning his usual gentle and refined demeanor in public.

"I wish I could grab an AK and shoot them all during the parliamentary session!" Feng Zhigang waved his arms, his face slightly flushed with excitement.

"..." Lin Yaodong was speechless.

He had met many politicians—some hypocritical, some greedy, some cowardly—but he had never met one as straightforward as Feng Zhigang.

"......" Chen Guozhong was speechless, but he seemed to have gotten used to Feng Zhigang's behavior. He just shook his head helplessly, picked up his wine glass and took a sip.

Even Xiao Fu and Gao Jin, who were standing behind Lin Yaodong, were moved.

Gao Jin's right hand unconsciously moved towards his waist. He wondered if Feng Zhigang had gone mad or drunk too much.

But Feng Zhi had just drunk two glasses of red wine, which shouldn't be the case.

Chen Guozhong let Feng Zhigang vent his anger, and when Feng Zhigang asked him if he agreed with him, he immediately nodded in agreement: "Old Feng is right, the parliament does need more people like you who dare to speak the truth."

"Right! You think so too, right!" Feng Zhigang became even more excited and poured himself another glass of wine, this time filling it to the brim.

Having gained Chen Guozhong's approval, he immediately turned to Lin Yaodong.

"Mr. Lin, let me tell you, the problem in Hong Kong isn't outside, it's inside us! Nine out of ten of those in high positions deserve to die! And the last one should be in jail!"

"Look at them now, they've forced someone like you, who's involved in a triad, to do charity work. Don't you think so?"

The news said you were crazy, but it seems they were being conservative... Lin Yaodong could only force a dry laugh: "Yes, yes, yes..."

At the same time, I silently reminded myself: if I ever run into Lao Feng at a restaurant in the future, I must never let him drink alcohol...

Soon, perhaps due to excessive emotion or the effects of alcohol, Feng Zhigang began to lose his balance and his speech became slurred.

"Lin...Lin Yaodong, no, Mr. Lin," he slurred.

"Old Chen is my staunch supporter. If we cooperate, there won't be any problems... If you're elected, he'll be the Director, and I'll cover for you in the Legislative Council... Let's help each other out and clean up Hong Kong Island... Let's bury those bastards..."