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

Mong Kok.

At the intersection of streets, an inconspicuous old-style commercial building stands between neon signs.

The four large, gold-plated characters "Oriental Architecture" are embedded in the frosted glass door, exuding an understated yet undeniable confidence.

Inside the office, Lin Yaodong, behind his mahogany desk, had just finished reading the news.

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The knocking was urgent, accompanied by obvious panting.

"Come in." Lin Yaodong casually turned off the TV.

The door opened, and Stephen Chow's iconic face peeked in, sweat beading on his forehead, his eyes still showing the shock from before: "Brother Dong!"

"What's wrong?" Lin Yaodong looked up and saw that Zhou Xingxing, the usually jovial veteran actor, looked anxious and flustered, so he couldn't help but frown slightly.

"This is terrible, Brother Dong!" Stephen Chow strode to his desk, placing his hands on the edge. "My wife and I were watching a movie at Taikoo Shing, and when we came out, we passed the ice rink. Guess what I saw? Someone was shooting! Two people were chasing a fat guy and shooting him. The fat guy collapsed on the spot! Blood was everywhere..."

He spoke while gesturing wildly, as if the scene was still playing out before his eyes.

"An ice rink? Fatty?" Lin Yaodong's relaxed expression tightened slightly.

This description... why does it feel so familiar?

A picture flashed through his mind.

That was the movie "Hong Kong Godfather" that he had seen in his previous life. There was a similar shooting scene in it, and the location, characters, and plot were almost perfectly matched.

Without hesitation, Lin Yaodong immediately turned the black-and-white television back on and tuned it to the news replay channel.

The female anchor's voice rang out again, and the scene switched to a reporter's on-site report: "...It is understood that this gang is extremely dangerous, and the police are making every effort to apprehend them..."

"Take a look, is this the killer?" Lin Yaodong pointed at the screen.

In the footage, the background behind the reporter is Taikoo Shing, while in the surveillance screenshot inserted next to it, an unmasked man is pointing a gun.

What defines a ruthless bandit? Even wearing a mask doesn't quite capture the essence; only those who dare to show their faces are true outlaws.

Stephen Chow leaned closer to the television and exclaimed in surprise after just one glance: "Yes, yes, yes! It's him! Brother Dong, he's the one who fired the shot!"

Lin Yaodong abruptly stood up, walked around the desk to the window, and looked down at the bustling traffic of Mong Kok below. His voice deepened: "When you left, did you notice which direction they ran in?"

Stephen Chow blinked, trying hard to recall: "The skating rink was in complete chaos, with screams everywhere. As I was protecting my wife, I glanced back... and those people took advantage of the confusion to run onto a bus that happened to be parked there... I think it was a bus heading to Causeway Bay!"

"Causeway Bay?" Lin Yaodong's brows furrowed even more.

Causeway Bay, that's where his roots are.

He is currently running for Causeway Bay District Councillor, and voter registration, neighborhood visits, and community liaison are all underway. If a ruthless criminal were to enter the country at this time, it would be tantamount to planting a time bomb on his territory.

"Brother Dong, should we call the police? Should I go and talk to them?" Zhou Xingxing asked tentatively.

In fact, he had already made everything clear when he called the police earlier.

Now he's telling Lin Yaodong to "call the police," but it's just because of his undercover identity.

"We definitely need to call the police..." Lin Yaodong nodded, and at the same time reached for the phone on the table and dialed the internal line.

"Ah Xin".

"Brother Dong." On the other end of the phone, Assistant Jiang Xin's voice was respectful and capable.

Lin Yaodong briefly explained the situation, then lowered his voice and instructed, "Da Dong and his gang of thugs may have entered Causeway Bay. Have your men keep an eye out for them."

By the way, don't make any sudden moves if you see any suspicious people—they have guns, let the police handle that.

"Understood." Jiang Xin paused. "Should we instruct Billy to do it?"

Lin Yaodong's eyes flickered slightly.

Billy is also an undercover police officer. He is hardworking, doesn't talk much, and is "deeply trusted".

Several of Lin Yaodong's trusted confidants had long suspected that Billy was an undercover agent, but only Lin Yaodong himself and Huang Zhicheng, who sent him, were unaware of it.

Lin Yaodong glanced at Zhou Xingxing in front of him.

This person is also an undercover agent.

Zhou Xingxing himself was unaware that Lin Yaodong had already thoroughly investigated his identity.

We kept him around for two reasons: first, we valued his quick wit and competence; second, sometimes letting the police know a little information would actually save us trouble.

"Okay," Lin Yaodong replied into the phone and hung up.

"Oh, right..."

He turned to Zhou Xingxing, his gaze meaningful: "Come with me to Shanghai Street tonight. Jimmy has an appointment to discuss business. Isn't that batch of goods from Dongfang Electronics stuck at the dock? You'll want to hear what's going on."

Stephen Chow's expression tightened, and he nodded hastily, "Okay, Brother Dong."

He had vaguely heard that things had gone wrong with the business on the mainland, but as the production manager, he hadn't had time to inquire about the specific details.

Evening came quickly.

As night falls, the neon lights in Mong Kok illuminate one after another.

The entrance to the "Cloud Palace" nightclub on Shanghai Street wasn't particularly ostentatious. Several henchmen in suits bowed and greeted Lin Yaodong as soon as his car stopped.

The private room was on the second floor, decorated in a lavish style, with crystal chandeliers reflecting an ambiguous light.

Only one person was sitting on the sofa—Li Jiayuan.

Known in the business world as Jimmy, he is a key figure in Wo Shing Pharma, a partner of Oriental Electronics, and also serves as the head of its mainland distribution channels.

"Brother Dong." Jimmy stood up, his smile tinged with caution.

"Sit down." Lin Yaodong sat down in the middle, and Zhou Xingxing automatically sat down on the right.

Jimmy poured drinks for the two of them, then hesitated for a moment.

Finally, he cleared his throat somewhat resentfully and began to report: "Brother Dong, this is what happened... A couple of days ago, I was in the mainland when Director Shi set me up."

"Shi Yong?" Lin Yaodong raised an eyebrow.

"Yes." Jimmy recounted the events of that day in detail.

After he was arrested and released, he found that the containers had been seized, the dock was blocked, and Shi Yong personally led a team to inspect the goods. In the end, he implied that business could continue, but Lin Yaodong had to negotiate in person.

Of course, he swallowed back the words, "I can talk, and I can love my country."

He hadn't figured out Dong Ge's attitude towards that side yet.

After listening, Lin Yaodong's eyes suddenly sharpened: "That's not right."

He put down his wine glass, his voice turning cold: "Our business has all the necessary permits and licenses. Every batch of goods is properly declared and taxed, and there have never been any problems with customs inspections. Who does Shi Yong think he is?"

"I'll call him 'Director' out of courtesy; otherwise, he's nothing to me."

He paused, then glanced at Jimmy and Stephen Chow. "It's definitely about business. You two, are you hiding something from me?"

Both of them froze at the same time.

That moment of silence spoke volumes more than any answer.

Jimmy and Stephen Chow exchanged a glance, their eyes meeting in mid-air.

"This... Ah Xing, you tell me?" Jimmy declined.

Stephen Chow immediately glared back: "You came up with the idea, of course you should say so!"

"Speak." Lin Yaodong uttered only one word, yet it carried the weight of a thousand pounds.

Jimmy swallowed hard and lowered his eyes: "Brother Dong... it's like this."

He paused for a moment, then finally spoke: "Didn't I start out with 'art films'...?"