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The three looked at each other.

Bao Pi said, "Brother Dong isn't that kind of person! He's so good to his men, why don't we... go ask him? What if Brother Dong is willing to help?"

Da Tian Er nodded vigorously, his eyes filled with longing.

Chan Ho-nam pondered for a moment.

He knew it was a bit abrupt, but with the opportunity before him, he couldn't bear not to give it a try.

Thinking to myself: If it's really that profitable, I'll pawn my car first, and then redeem it after I make the money.

He made a decision: "Let's go! We'll go to Brother B's boxing gym first. If Brother Dong really has this kind of way to make money, he definitely won't forget Brother B. Let's talk to Brother B first and see what he has to say."

At this time.

Lin Yaodong's phone had been ringing off the hook.

But because he was managing two things at once, the battery was already low, and just as he was about to answer the call, the phone turned off.

After seeing the news, the leaders and elders of the Hung Hing Society all became quite interested in something.

Unable to get through to Lin Yaodong, they naturally turned to Boss B.

After all, Lin Yaodong was his man.

In Boss B's boxing gym office.

That old-fashioned landline phone had been ringing almost nonstop since morning.

"Hey? Fatty Lai! What? You want Ah Tung to help you with stock trading? I don't know what he's thinking... His phone's off? Maybe it's out of battery. I'll try contacting him later..."

I had just hung up when the phone rang again.

"Brother Bucky! Good morning! You want to invest too? Haha, well... I'll put in a word with Ah Dong for you, but I can't guarantee it will work out..."

"Your Highness? You're interested in stocks too? I can't get through to Ah Dong on the phone, he's probably busy... I'll tell him as soon as he gets back!"

"Brother Yao, it's me, Boss B. I know, I know, Mr. Jiang asked about it too? Don't worry, as soon as Ah Dong gets back, I'll have him contact you!"

Boss B smiled, holding a microphone in one hand and a cigarette between the other.

From Fat Lai, Bucky, and Prince to the gang's elder Yao Ge, and even the gang leader Jiang Tiansheng, they all called personally, inquiring about Lin Yaodong's situation and probing whether they could also invest in the stock market and let this newly crowned "stock god" lead them to wealth.

While Big Brother B smiled and tried to appease him, he was also feeling very uneasy inside.

He felt proud that such a prominent figure had emerged from his ranks, but he also felt a vague unease.

He didn't understand the stock market, but he knew it was extremely risky.

Ah Dong made a lot of money this time, but what if he loses it later?

Will these currently enthusiastic elders and patriarchs turn their backs on us later?

More importantly, Jiang Tiansheng personally intervened, which makes the implications even more complex.

But on the other hand, if he could make money with those gang leaders and uncles, then the position of the person in charge of Mong Kok...

Boss B hung up another phone call, leaned back wearily in his chair, lit a cigarette, looked out the window, and muttered to himself, "Ah Dong, you've really stirred up a big scandal this time, turning this place into Hung Hing's switchboard... When are you coming back?"

.....

The name Lin Yaodong, along with his myth of "making 1400 million in three days," swept through every corner of the city in a very short time, thanks to the promotion of financial newspapers and television news.

Especially those gangs that operate in the gray and black areas.

The situation within Hung Hing goes without saying.

From Sham Shui Po to Causeway Bay, from elderly uncles to newly recruited red poles, the conversations over tea and meals almost always revolve around this popular candidate for Mong Kok's "Fit" (a term used to describe someone who is considered a "fit person" in Mong Kok).

Previously, some people may have had reservations about his rapid rise to power, but in the face of real money, those issues of being out of step with them seem less important.

People kept calling Boss B's territory, both openly and secretly inquiring about information, and trying to use their connections to invite Lam Yiu-tung for tea.

Boss B has been receiving so many phone calls these past two days that his hands are sore. Although he has a wry smile on his face, he knows in his heart that Lin Yaodong's move is not only to create momentum for his election as the leader of Mong Kok, but also to weave a huge network of personal connections with amazing power.

However, this trend was by no means limited to Hung Hing.

In the underworld, it's customary to fight for territory and grab business, but when it comes to making money, especially something that seems both easy and legal, no one wants to let it slip by easily.

The news spread throughout the territories of various triads in Hong Kong, Kowloon, and the New Territories.

Although they belong to different organizations and may even have old grudges against each other... making money is not shameful.

This principle applies universally.

...

Shanghai Street.

A famous street with a unique atmosphere, it runs through the bustling and down-to-earth areas of Yau Ma Tei and Mong Kok, and is roughly parallel to the well-known Temple Street and Portland Street not far away.

During the day, the streets of Shanghai lack the dazzling lights of the night, and instead are filled with the hustle and bustle of daily life.

In an old-fashioned teahouse facing the street.

Jimmy sat alone by the window, holding a copy of the latest Hong Kong Island Financial Daily.

The newspaper's front page headline, in striking bold black font, read: "Ordinary Hero Becomes Stock Market Guru, Earning 1400 Million in Three Days!"

The accompanying photo is a candid shot of Lin Yaodong. The man in the photo is dressed in a suit and tie, with sharp and calm eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses. Standing in front of the trading hall, he has a strange sense of harmony, completely unlike the gangsters who usually shout and fight.

Jimmy looked very carefully, not missing a single word.

Today he was wearing a well-fitting light gray suit, a dark tie, and his hair was neatly combed. He looked more like a young bank manager or small business owner than a gangster with a winning streak.

In his eyes, besides the instinctive amazement at the staggering numbers, there was a deeper, undisguised envy, and a subtle resonance... as if he had found a kindred spirit.

In a way, Jimmy and Lam Yiu-tung's situations in their respective triads were indeed somewhat similar.

They were all outcasts in the group.

Jimmy joined the gang out of necessity. Deep down, he desperately wanted to clear his name, escape the days of fighting and killing, and become an honest businessman.

Therefore, whenever he has free time, he attends various finance courses and management lectures, striving to absorb all the knowledge he considers useful.

At this moment, Lin Yaodong's success in the stock market is like a bright light, illuminating another seemingly feasible path—it turns out that by relying on one's brain and using legal means, one can also accumulate such a huge fortune in a short period of time.

"Three days, fourteen million..." Jimmy put down the newspaper, muttering to himself, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the table.

"This is faster than a money printing machine."

Moreover, it is clean.

Making clean money is fatally attractive to gangsters.

He couldn't help but think of the recent rumors circulating in the underworld: the position of leader of Hung Hing in Mong Kok was vacant, and Lam Yiu-tung was a popular candidate.

If Lam Yiu-tung is elected, Mong Kok and Shanghai Street are adjacent to each other, wouldn't they become neighbors?

This thought stirred something within him.

Just then.

A swaying figure approached, accompanied by a strong smell of tobacco and alcohol and a slight odor.

Jimmy didn't need to look up to know who was coming.

He sighed almost imperceptibly, concealing all the emotions in his eyes.

The person who came was his boss, Guan Zisen.