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

the other side.

Inside a private room at a nightclub in Tuen Mun.

Smoke swirled around the amber liquid of whiskey, which swayed gently in an iced glass.

The three brothers, Han Bin, Dinosaur, and Thin Eyes, along with Thirteen Sister, Han Bin's confidante, and Sheng Fan, sat around a table.

There was an unspoken understanding in the air. The four hall masters had long formed a unified entity among the twelve hall masters of Hung Hing, sharing both glory and ruin.

Dinosaur tilted his head back and gulped down half a glass of wine, then said in a gruff voice, "The barbarians have been with me for years. They're brave and loyal. It's time for them to go up there."

He patted the burly shoulder of the savage beside him, and the savage immediately straightened his back, his face taut with a fierce expression, and his eyes gleaming with a desire for power.

Han Bin was the most composed. He pushed up his glasses, revealing a sharp gaze behind the lenses.

He analyzed slowly and methodically: "The four of us are the votes. With Liang Kun gone, there are eleven seats left out of twelve gangs. A majority requires six votes, and we're currently short three crucial votes..."

He paused, then looked at Thirteen Sister, "What do you think?"

Thirteen Sister, with a slender cigarette dangling from her lips, exhaled a smoke ring: "If a barbarian rises to power, Jiang Sheng's side probably won't be too happy."

She was referring, of course, to Chiang Tin-sang, the leader of the Hung Hing triad.

The growing power of the four of them had long been a thorn in Jiang Tiansheng's side, but for certain reasons, he had not yet acted upon it.

If Mong Kok is acquired now, the balance will be completely tipped.

He narrowed his signature small eyes and replied in a sinister tone, "What can you do if you're unhappy? Are you suggesting he help up another disobedient person like Liang Kun?"

"Triads make a living through strength and money. Without strength, like Handsome Kun, no one will even claim your body after you die."

That gets to the heart of the matter.

In this line of work, loyalty is the facade, but profit is the ultimate goal.

Without strength, one doesn't even qualify to be a pawn; one will only become a discarded piece.

After a brief silence, the four reached a consensus: they must put the aborigines in power, not only for the sake of the aborigines, but also for the future survival of their faction.

"The pretty mom is getting old and wants to play it safe. She's too close to Mr. Jiang, so we shouldn't even consider her," Han Bin said, eliminating one candidate immediately.

"Where is the prince?" the dinosaur asked.

Han Bin pondered for a moment and said, "The Crown Prince has connections with Jiang Tianyang. The two Jiang brothers are outwardly friendly but inwardly at odds, which could be a breakthrough point... The Crown Prince is fond of martial arts and also of pomp and circumstance. He needs both face and substance, so we can try to make contact with him."

"King Ma is a compulsive gambler, and I heard he owes a lot of money to outsiders recently," Thirteen Sister added.

"Fatty Li, that lewd guy, is making a fortune with his Category III films and erotic magazines, and he's always trying to expand his distribution channels." Slim Eyes knows everyone's background very well.

"And then there's Bucky, simple-minded and physically strong, the easiest to handle, he only cares about money and territory." Dinosaurs knew Bucky and his ilk best.

After some analysis, the situation gradually became clear.

Of the four votes—Prince, King Ma, Fat Li, and Baki—if the savage can secure any one of them, they can sit back and relax their grip on power.

Furthermore, if they could secure two votes, they would gain an overwhelming advantage, leaving Jiang Tiansheng speechless.

"Let's not talk about money," Han Bin concluded. "Talking about money hurts feelings and makes us seem narrow-minded. Let's talk about cooperation, win-win situations, and feelings... but in the end, we must let them see real benefits."

With the plan set, the dinosaurs took the lead.

He knew that this kind of thing had to be done quickly, accurately, and ruthlessly.

The first target was Bucky.

Dinosaur and the aborigine personally invited Bucky to the most luxurious sauna and bath center in Tuen Mun.

After the all-inclusive service, Pakistani felt completely relaxed and his face was glowing.

In the VIP lounge, Dinosaur put his arm around Bucky's shoulder, pointed to a newly renovated luxury foot massage parlor outside the window, and said in a warm tone, "Brother Bucky, since we're brothers, I'll give you half of the shares of this newly opened place, and we'll make money together from now on."

Bucky may be muscular, but he's not entirely brainless; he knows it's a dinosaur campaigning for votes.

But the temptation of half a share was too great; it was like giving him a stable source of income for free.

He grinned widely and patted his chest vigorously: "Dinosaur Bro, you're a true friend! Leave the matter of the new brother taking over to me to handle! Anyone who dares to object, I'll be the first to get revenge!"

Next up is Fat Man Li.

Dinosaur hosted a banquet at a high-end private restaurant in Kowloon Tong.

During the meeting, Dinosaur promised that as long as the savages took over, all the newsstands and video stores in the four areas under the jurisdiction of Hanbin, Dinosaur, Slim Eyes, and Thirteen Sister—Kwai Tsing, Tuen Mun, Kowloon Tong, and Portland Street—would give the green light to Fat Lao Lai's "art films" and "art magazines," and would only charge a friendly channel fee.

Fat Li's small eyes suddenly lit up like light bulbs, which meant that his gray business empire had more than doubled.

He raised his glass, his smile both lewd and sincere: "Dinosaur Bro, you two are definitely men of great things. I, Fatty Li, will definitely stick with you to the end!"

The most difficult one to deal with is the crown prince.

The Crown Prince is the God of War of Hung Hing, holding a transcendent position, and is not easily swayed by ordinary interests.

Han Bin personally took action and sparred with the Crown Prince at the boxing gym.

Afterwards, Han Bin hinted that if the savages came to power, the underground boxing matches and related industries in Mong Kok could be handed over to Prince's people to manage, and that their faction would support Prince's proposal to expand the fighting arena in Tsim Sha Tsui at the next triad meeting.

This not only provided the crown prince with tangible benefits but also gave him the face he valued most.

The prince wiped his sweat with a towel and nodded proudly: "These barbarians have guts. They'd rather support their own brothers than an outsider."

On Ma Wangjian's side, Thirteen Sister secretly sent someone to help him settle a considerable gambling debt. Ma Wangjian was extremely grateful and naturally returned the favor.

After a round of discussions about "relationships," Paki, Fat Lai, Prince, and even Ma Wangjian all clearly expressed their support.

With four votes plus four, the aborigines hold eight votes, more than half of the eleven votes, and victory is assured.

Throughout the entire process, the dinosaur never let up on its surveillance of its rival, Lin Yaodong.

In his view, Lin Yaodong, this great philanthropist, was always out of step with the traditional underworld.

That evening, Dinosaur was celebrating his successful campaign with the local savages and a few trusted henchmen in Tuen Mun when one of his henchmen strode in and whispered the latest news.

"Brother Bin, Brother Dinosaur, we have news about Lin Yaodong." The underling's expression was somewhat strange.

"Speak!" The dinosaur waved its hand, in a good mood.

After the younger brother finished speaking, the private room fell silent for a moment, then burst into a loud, mocking laugh.

"Hahaha!! Stock trading? Going to a hotel with a stock manager to have a good time? I'm in awe!" Dinosaur laughed so hard he almost fell over, slapping the sofa armrest.

"I told you long ago, Lin Yaodong is completely out of our league! At this crucial moment in the fight for position, he actually has the time to play the stock market and chase girls? He's insane!"

In the eyes of dinosaurs and all traditional江湖人 (jianghu people, a term referring to people from all walks of life), this is the time to act like them, to build relationships, negotiate territories, and flex muscles in a real, hard-fought manner.

Speculating in stocks? That's a crooked and unethical practice.

Going to a hotel? That would be an absurd act, showing a complete lack of understanding of priorities.

The dinosaur's confidence reached its peak at this moment.

He stopped laughing, picked up a full glass of beer, shoved it heavily into the stranger's hand, then picked up another glass for himself, glanced around at his trusted confidants, and spoke with an undeniable certainty:

"You bastard, did you see that? Even the heavens are on our side! Lin Yaodong brought this on himself; this time, we're guaranteed to win!"

He was the first to smash his wine glass against the savage's glass, causing the golden wine to splash out.

"Cheers! Wishing Brother Shengfan all the best in securing his position as the leader of Mong Kok!"

Inside the private room, cheers, clinking glasses, and fawning congratulations filled the air, creating an atmosphere so enthusiastic it was almost overwhelming.

No one cared about Lin Yaodong anymore, who was wandering between the stock exchange and the hotel. In the eyes of the Dinosaurs, the battle was over ahead of schedule.

Mong Kok is already theirs.