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

At 8:00 AM sharp, in Causeway Bay, Wan Chai District, Hong Kong Island.

The morning sunlight shone through the gaps between the dense buildings and onto the bustling streets.

The newsstand had just opened when the milkman rode his bicycle, its jingling sound filling the air, and the aroma of milk tea and pineapple buns wafted from the tea restaurant.

As usual, many families turned on their televisions, tuned to TVB, and enjoyed breakfast while listening to the morning news to start their day.

"...Six staff members were injured in the mahjong parlor and have all been sent to Ruttonjee Hospital for treatment. Fortunately, none of them are in life-threatening condition. However, this heinous armed robbery has undoubtedly become the focus of attention today..."

The news anchor calmly recounted the thrilling events that happened around him last night.

The old lady who was mopping the floor stopped what she was doing, and the old man holding a bowl of porridge perked up his ears.

The armed robbery happened on Qingfeng Street, just a few blocks from my home, which made the neighbors feel a sense of fear and concern.

The road was blocked yesterday, and they don't know what's going on.

"During this robbery, many kind-hearted citizens emerged. Some immediately used debris and trash cans to block the exit of the mahjong parlor, preventing the robbers from escaping... But the most eye-catching was this citizen..."

The television screen switched to a live recording.

A close-up of the young man in a blood-stained white shirt and broken gold-rimmed glasses appeared on the screen.

"After the patrol officers arrived, the Flying Tigers were unable to reach the scene immediately due to traffic congestion. It was he who took the lead and risked his life to sneak into the mahjong parlor from the rooftop next door..."

The video, accompanied by narration, was somewhat shaky, but the man's decisive actions and his slightly tired yet calm gaze when facing the camera left a deep impression on the audience.

"Thanks to his heroic action, the four armed robbers were unable to cause further harm to the citizens... The blood on his shirt is a medal for his courage and bravery, and the scars on his body are marks of his bravery and fearlessness... This spirit of stepping forward in times of crisis to assist the police is worthy of our learning and praise..."

The anchor's words were full of praise, almost portraying Lin Yaodong as a commoner hero.

Many neighbors who were having breakfast put down their chopsticks without prior arrangement.

"We already know part of this helpful citizen's identity; he is a film editor and producer... His notable works include the upcoming film 'Wolf Fang'..."

Movie promotion?

Why did it suddenly switch to a movie?

Some viewers felt a little taken aback, but their attention was still drawn to the "hero".

"We cannot reveal his full name without his permission... but we have learned that this heroic citizen has another identity... he is a member of a community organization."

The words "club member" were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake!

"Wow! No way?"

"Triad members helping the cops catch thieves?"

"Are you kidding me?"

Exclamations of surprise echoed in countless homes.

For residents of areas like Wan Chai and Causeway Bay, triads are not a distant concept. Their protection money, the venues they manage, and even the mahjong parlors and arcades downstairs may all be intricately connected to triads.

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People have mixed feelings about the community; they despise its violence and harassment, yet sometimes they have to rely on it to maintain a kind of underground order.

Hearing that a member of a triad had done what the police should have done, the intense sense of identity dislocation left everyone feeling incredulous and extremely curious.

"This unexpected cooperation between the police and gang members..." the announcer's voice continued, but many residents were no longer paying attention to what followed.

Their eyes were fixed on the frozen close-up shot on the screen, on that handsome face with its scars.

Suddenly, a sharp-eyed neighbor recognized him.

"Hey! Wait a minute! This handsome guy... he looks familiar!"

"Yes, yes, I feel like I've seen you somewhere before..."

"It's Brother Dong! It's Lin Yaodong!" a young man who was eating rice noodle rolls suddenly shouted.

This sound was like lighting a fuse.

"Ah Dong? It really is Ah Dong!"

"Honey! Come quick, come see the news! Ah Dong's on TV!"

"Hey kid! Wake up! Your idol, Lam Yiu-tung, who you always talk about, is on TVB news! How awesome is that!"

"Quick, check TVB news! Dong Ge is on TV!"

Exclamations and shouts rose and fell across the floors and units.

The news spread rapidly among the neighborhoods in Wan Chai, like a virus.

Grocery stores, tea restaurants, building lobbies... wherever there was a television on, small groups of people quickly gathered, pointing and discussing the screen.

At the entrance of a corner grocery store near Laugh Tale Road in Causeway Bay, the owner, Mr. Chen, deliberately turned up the volume of the television.

A group of elderly people who had just finished grocery shopping or were returning from a walk gathered around the TV, watching with great interest.

"Ah Dong, I know him!" said an elderly woman with a full head of silver hair, smiling with pride, as if she were talking about her own nephew.

"A few days ago, my gas cylinder ran out, and I called the gas company to deliver it. Those two bastards wouldn't even help me carry it upstairs. Luckily, Ah Dong happened to be passing by, and without saying a word, he carried the cylinder up to the fourth floor for me! That young man is really something!"

"Yes, yes!" Grandpa Li next to him quickly chimed in, patting his own waist.

"Ah Dong's son is really great! Half a month ago, my back hurt, and when I got to the street corner, I suddenly couldn't stand up. I sat there for a few hours, and people walked by without even glancing at me. Ah Dong saw me, not only helped me up, but also took a taxi to take me to the hospital and paid for my registration fee..."

He even came to visit me a few more times after that, and helped me fetch water to wash my feet... Sigh... He's really much better than my lousy son!

My son has been in Canada for several years, and we barely even talk on the phone. If he doesn't come back this Chinese New Year, I'll just transfer the two properties under my name to Ah Dong!

If Lin Yaodong were there at that moment... (Lin Yaodong: Grandpa, you have to keep your word!)

The surrounding old neighbors nodded in agreement, chattering about how good Lin Yaodong was.

"My grandson's sneakers fell into the drain last time, and it was Ah Dong who helped him get them out!"

"The streetlights in our building were broken at night, and it was Ah Dong who found someone to fix them!"

"Ah Dong is such a good person!"

His words were filled with gratitude and affection for Lin Yaodong.

Lin Yaodong was always friendly to his neighbors and would help them whenever he could. The goodwill he had built up over these small acts was now amplified by the television news.

Everyone who mentions him gives him a thumbs up. The image of the brave hero who subdued the bandits on the TV news overlaps with that of Ah Dong, the kind and helpful young man in their daily lives, instantly making him a "community hero" and a source of pride for the neighborhood.

......

At the same time.

Inside the B-Boxing Gym.

After the previous incident involving the closure of the mahjong parlor and the recent robbery of his own mahjong parlor, Boss B tightened his management, requiring his underlings to report to the boxing gym every morning to receive instructions before going to guard their assigned areas.

Otherwise, there would be too many lackeys who just sit around doing nothing.

He took the money he was supposed to give for managing the venue, and then, without anyone knowing, he went to some barbershop and got a white rabbit.

at this time.

The boxing gym was filled with twenty or thirty gangsters dressed in vests and sweatpants. Some were hitting the punching bag, some were lifting weights, and most were just chatting and joking around.

One of the henchmen casually turned on the television hanging on the wall and tuned it to the TVB channel.

"Hey, look! Isn't that Brother Dong?" one of the henchmen pointed at the TV screen and shouted.

Instantly, everyone's attention was drawn to it.

"Really? Dong-ge is on TV?"

"Don't you guys know? Yesterday, the mahjong parlor we saw on Qingfeng Street was robbed! Dong Ge single-handedly took down those four armed thugs!"

"Wow! Dong Ge Ba Bi is on TV!"

On the television screen, the beautiful anchor was praising Lin Yaodong's "heroic act" in an impassioned tone, calling him "leading the charge" and "assisting the police."

In the footage, Lin Yaodong's broken glasses, blood-stained shirt, and the wound on the corner of his mouth all carry a strange sense of accomplishment.

However, the expressions of the gangsters in the boxing gym became somewhat strange and subtle.

Help the police catch the robbers?

This...sounds so awkward.

They are gangsters, and their relationship with the police, while not entirely adversarial, is at least like cat and mouse, maintaining a delicate distance and vigilance.