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

Inside a quiet bar on Portland Street, under the protection of Sister Thirteen.

Although it was afternoon, the bar was dimly lit and played soothing music, a stark contrast to the atmosphere of the Tuen Mun Billiards Hall.

Han Bin, his brother Xi Yan, and Thirteen Sister were sitting together having breakfast—or rather, afternoon tea.

They had just passed a newsstand when they were also drawn to a financial newspaper about Lin Yaodong.

While eating a pineapple bun, the man with narrow eyes clicked his tongue in amazement: "Wow, this Lin Yaodong, I never would have guessed he had this kind of ability! Fourteen million, that's enough for us to run countless venues and collect protection money for a long time!"

Thirteen Sister, with a cigarette dangling from her lips, remained relatively calm: "Being in the limelight too much may not be a good thing. Right now, all the triads in Hong Kong are watching him. It's hard to say whether it's a blessing or a curse."

Han Bin did not immediately join the discussion. He carefully read every word of the report, his brows furrowed, and he fell into deep thought.

Unlike the carefree dinosaurs and the meticulous eye that focuses more on numbers, Han Bin thinks much deeper.

He recalled the rumors he had vaguely heard a few days ago that someone in Causeway Bay was deliberately spreading the news that Lin Yaodong was good at stock trading.

I didn't pay much attention at the time, but now, considering the overwhelming news reports...

Han Bin put down his newspaper, took a sip of milk tea, and slowly said, "Lin Yaodong has made his move."

Both the narrow-eyed girl and Thirteen Sister looked at him.

Han Bin said: "With the election for the leader of Mong Kok approaching, the 'Shengfan' has the support of dinosaurs and us, so their momentum is not small."

Although Lin Yaodong is capable, his foundation is still shallow. What do those Hung Hing uncles value most?

It's about interests.

Now, Lin Yaodong has not only demonstrated his fists, but also his ability to turn lead into gold.

Fourteen million in three days—how many people in Hung Hing could resist such a temptation?

They also approached Fatty Li and Bucky.

But when it comes to stock trading.....

The man with narrow eyes suddenly realized: "You mean, he's using money to buy people's hearts?"

"It's not entirely about bribery," Han Bin corrected, "it's about demonstrating value."

He was telling everyone that by following him, they would not only have territory, but also make a lot of money.

Moreover, it's legal and clean money.

This tactic is far more sophisticated than simply resorting to fighting and killing.

Those uncles and elders, being older, crave stability and a comfortable retirement. Lin Yaodong's move hit their sweet spot.

Thirteen Sister exhaled a smoke ring: "So, the savages are in big trouble this time?"

Han Bin nodded gravely: "I'm afraid so. Dinosaur and the Wild Barbarians have probably seen the newspapers too. I'll give Dinosaur a call; we need to discuss this in person."

That's why I made that phone call to the dinosaur earlier.

Han Bin knew perfectly well that Lin Yaodong's open scheme was brilliant.

This not only establishes an advantage within Hung Hing, but may even disrupt the ecosystem of all Hong Kong Island's community organizations.

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Wan Chai Police Station, Major Crime Unit Office.

Senior Inspector Wong Chi-shing had only recently moved his office from headquarters.

The bright and clean new environment did not make him feel much more relaxed; his brows remained furrowed, and the ashtray was already overflowing with cigarette butts.

He had been eyeing Lin Yaodong for quite some time. This suddenly rising Hung Hing elite was ruthless and decisive in his actions, yet he also possessed an unusual calmness and methodicalness that made him very uneasy.

On the table was the same financial newspaper that reported on Lin Yaodong.

The number 1400 million was like a thorn in Huang Zhicheng's eye.

Even if a gangster is incredibly skilled and capable, where would he get such a huge amount of capital to invest in the stock market in such a short period of time, and how could he so accurately obtain such high returns?

Huang Zhicheng absolutely does not believe that this is simply a matter of luck or talent.

His keen police intuition told him that there was definitely something wrong behind this.

"Money laundering..." Huang Zhicheng muttered to himself. This was the first and most reasonable suspicion that popped into his mind.

Using the complex trading processes and relatively lax regulations of the stock market to launder illicit gains is a common money laundering method internationally.

Of Lin Yaodong's 1400 million, how much was genuine stock market winnings, and how much was illicit money from drug addicts, casinos, and protection money?

He immediately picked up the landline phone on the table and dialed a number.

That was a call from Officer Ma Haotian, the head of the Wealth Investigation Division.

"Hey? Officer Ma, it's me, Huang Zhicheng." Huang Zhicheng got straight to the point, "Did you see today's financial headlines?"

Ma Haotian's voice on the other end of the phone was calm and steady, clearly indicating that he had also taken note of the matter: "Inspector Huang, we just finished a meeting. You mean Lin Yaodong from Hung Hing? We've noticed it too; a profit of over 400 million a day is indeed very suspicious."

Huang Zhicheng perked up: "You think so too? That's great."

I suspect his funds are from questionable sources and are likely involved in money laundering.

I would like to ask your financial investigation department to help me check his cash flow and account transactions.

Ma Haotian replied, "No need for you to remind me, Inspector Huang. We've already decided to open a case and initiate a preliminary investigation into Lin Yaodong's financial background."

The fact that a core member of an active criminal organization possesses such a large sum of money from an unknown source is itself a highly suspicious sign.

"Okay! We'll keep each other informed about any progress," Huang Zhicheng said.

With the involvement of the Wealth Investigation Department, focusing on the financial aspects, they might be able to find weaknesses in Lin Yaodong's case.

"No problem, stay in touch."

Huang Zhicheng was not at ease after hanging up the phone with Ma Haotian.

Official investigations take time, and if the other party is discreet, it may not be easy to find incriminating evidence quickly.

He needs a more direct source of information.

He stood up, walked to the window, looked at the bustling street scene of Wan Chai below, pondered for a moment, and then turned around and took out the secure cell phone he used to contact undercover agents from deep inside the drawer.

I turned on the phone and dialed the only number stored inside.

The phone rang a few times before being answered. A deep, cautious voice came from the other end: "Feed?"

"It's me." Huang Zhicheng lowered his voice. "Ah Ren, how's things going?"

On the other end of the phone was Chen Yongren, who had just successfully infiltrated the ranks of Boss B, the leader of Hung Hing Causeway Bay, after several twists and turns.

"I officially started working for Boss B today," Chen Yongren reported in a low voice. "I'm still getting used to the environment and establishing myself."

However, I heard that Brother B values ​​Lin Yaodong highly and often mentions him.

I'll look for an opportunity to see if I can get close to Lin Yaodong naturally through Brother B.

"Yes, be careful," Huang Zhicheng cautioned. "Lin Yaodong is not a simple man; he is very vigilant. Don't rush things; safety comes first."

The key is to find out his background, especially his source of income and the relationships he has with others.

"Understood," Chen Yongren replied briefly.

"Okay, I'll wait for your good news. Unless it's an emergency, the usual rule applies: you contact me directly." After saying that, Huang Zhicheng hung up the phone and hid it away again.

He returned to his desk, picked up the newspaper again, and stared sharply at Lin Yaodong's photo.

Lin Yaodong... No matter what tricks you play, whether you're a stock market guru or a plague god, I will keep a close eye on you and uproot you and the evil behind you.