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

As night deepened, the neon lights shone through the gaps in the blinds, casting several hazy spots of light on the floor of Ruan Mei's not-so-spacious living room.

The air seemed to still carry a faint scent of perfume from Aoyama Rinko and the lively aura unique to Su Xiaoxiao, a young girl. But with a soft "click" of the door, sending them away, the whole world suddenly fell silent.

Lin Yaodong turned around and looked at Ruan Mei, who was tidying up the teacups.

She lowered her head slightly, and her profile looked exceptionally delicate under the soft light, exuding a gentleness that was quite different from her usual thrifty image.

Only the two of them remained in the room, and a subtle, indescribable atmosphere began to quietly permeate the space, as if even the flow of air had become slow and viscous.

"Amei," Lin Yaodong began, his voice slightly lower than usual. He took a few steps closer and leaned against the dining table. "You've seen today's stock market data, haven't you? How does it feel to make money?"

Ruan Mei put down her teacup, looked up, and a hint of excitement, typical of a little money-grubber, appeared on her face. But the moment her eyes met Lin Yaodong's, a fleeting, almost imperceptible, shyness crossed her face.

"Of course I've seen it... You're impressive." She said, subconsciously touching her pocket, where she kept a small notebook recording her wealth growth.

Lin Yaodong couldn't help but smile at her little gesture.

He admired Ruan Mei's authenticity and purity; her sensitivity to numbers and her almost obsessive love for money, yet she maintained a bottom line of kindness.

He stayed tonight not only to spend time alone with her, but also because he genuinely wanted to use the stock market as a topic to have a deeper discussion about strangers.

"This is just the beginning," Lin Yaodong leaned forward slightly, closing the distance between them, his voice alluring.

"The Hong Kong stock market is a much deeper sea than we imagine. As long as we operate properly and have accurate judgment, your piggy bank can soon be replaced with a safe."

Lin Yaodong used the stock market as a pretext to get closer and closer to Lin Yaodong.

His breath brushed against Ruan Mei's ear, and two blushes instantly rose on Ruan Mei's cheeks. She twisted her fingers uncomfortably, and her heart raced for no reason.

"Brother Yaodong...you...you're joking with me." She muttered softly, her eyes darting around, avoiding his gaze.

The atmosphere in the living room grew increasingly ambiguous, and the lighting seemed to become equally ambiguous.

Seeing Ruan Mei's shy appearance, Lin Yaodong's heart stirred, and he was about to say something more.

Just then—

"Ahem... Xiaomei..."

The guest bedroom door hinges emitted a soft, old creak, breaking the tranquility and serenity of the room.

Ruan Mei's grandmother, an elderly woman with gray hair and a hunched back, leaned out from behind the door frame.

She was wearing faded pajamas, her face bearing the unique expression of an elderly person, a mixture of kindness and inquiry.

"It's so late, why aren't you resting?" Grandma's gaze slowly swept across the living room, finally landing on Lin Yaodong with a hint of scrutiny.

"Ah Dong, it's so late, aren't you going to rest?"

Like a startled rabbit, Ruan Mei practically hopped away from Lin Yaodong, a blush quickly spreading from her face to her ears. "Grandma! Why are you up? We...we've finished talking!"

Her voice was flustered as she quickly walked to her grandmother's side, taking her arm. "It's Brother Yaodong. He came... to talk to me about something serious, about... about stock investments!"

"Stocks?" Grandma frowned, seemingly not quite understanding this trendy term, but she was more concerned about the time. "Oh, Dong. We can talk about it tomorrow. It's the middle of the night, a girl needs to get some rest, otherwise she won't look pretty."

Her words, though spoken with a heavy accent, were filled with love for her granddaughter.

Lin Yaodong quickly composed himself, a familiar smile appearing on his face: "Grandma, I'm sorry to have disturbed your rest. We've just finished talking, I'll be leaving now."

Ruan Mei smiled awkwardly at Lin Yaodong, her smile full of apology and a trace of lingering shyness.

She practically pushed and shoved Lin Yaodong to the door.

"You should go back now," she whispered, avoiding his eyes.

"Okay, you should go to sleep early too." Lin Yaodong nodded. Just before the door closed, he could still see Grandma Ruan Mei's weathered but still clear eyes looking at him thoughtfully.

The door closed gently, separating the world inside from the world outside.

Lin Yaodong stood in the stairwell, touched his nose, and a helpless smile appeared on his lips.

It seems that tonight's "in-depth discussion" has to end here.

He took a deep breath, turned and walked towards his home, temporarily putting the lingering ambiguity behind him.

......

A new week begins with the opening bell of the stock exchange.

The Hong Kong stock market is like a tireless behemoth, continuing to devour massive amounts of capital and desire.

The brief tranquility of the past weekend seemed like an illusion, as Monday morning saw a flurry of news, speculation, and ambition once again filling every corner of the trading floor.

Wang Xia, a professional woman who was originally just an ordinary manager at a securities company, has now become a well-known "gold digger" in the market.

Under Lin Yaodong's precise remote instructions, the account she was managing continued its rapid growth.

The funds under her control are like a precisely calculated blade, each strike accurately targeting the most promising stocks.

For five consecutive days, all the stocks she bought continued to rise, with gains consistently above 10%, which is nothing short of a miracle in the volatile Hong Kong stock market.

Lin Yaodong's name, like a thunderclap, resounded throughout the entire Hong Kong financial circle in a short period of time.

He initially made his mark in the stock market, aiming to earn the title of "stock god," and his subsequent performance in the stock market seems to have confirmed this.

His rise to power was astonishingly rapid.

However, fame inevitably brings envy and risk.

The huge profit effect inevitably attracted the attention of various market manipulators who were entrenched deep in the stock market.

These financial giants, accustomed to manipulating stock prices and exploiting retail investors, will naturally not stand idly by when they see an uncontrolled "outlier" bringing huge sums of money to their territory to reap profits.

An unseen hunt has begun.

Several powerful market manipulators joined forces to try to track Lin Yaodong's fund flows, preparing to use their massive financial advantage to ambush him and devour his profits in his next operation.

However, Lin Yaodong at this time was no longer the same person he had been before.

The vast amount of stock trading experience rewarded by the system had become ingrained in his blood like an instinct.

He not only knew about the day's upward trend from the beginning, but he was also proficient in various technical analyses and fundamental judgments, and had a deep understanding of market psychology and the tricks of money games.

Faced with the dealer's encirclement, he not only did not panic, but instead revealed a hunter's smile.

He decided to play along and engage in a cat-and-mouse game, but who the real cat was remained to be seen.

Under Lin Yaodong's command, Wang Xia operated accounts that were ostensibly funded by the Hung Hing uncles, launching a dazzling guerrilla war.

Sometimes he would break up large orders into smaller ones to test the waters; sometimes he would use feints to create illusions; and sometimes he would enter and exit quickly, never lingering in a battle.

His trading rhythm is unpredictable, keeping those bookmakers who try to catch his patterns running around like a herd of dumb oxen being led by the nose.

What troubled them even more was that while they were doing their best to block Lin Yaodong's overt funds, a mysterious fund appeared and disappeared in the market like a ghost.

This fund is extremely cunning, specifically targeting the weaknesses and vulnerabilities exposed by these market manipulators when their attention is drawn to Lin Yaodong, launching precise and ruthless short-term attacks.

Each time it appears, it's like a sharp scalpel, cutting a piece of flesh from the bookmakers. Though not fatal, it inflicts heavy losses and causes them to suffer repeated blows.

The market makers were both shocked and furious, realizing that this mysterious fund was the real, deadly threat.

They no longer bothered with the slippery Lin Yaodong, and instead began frantically searching for the source of the funds that this ghostly group was using to hunt them down.

They utilized various networks and investigative methods.

Although the Hong Kong stock market is small, its layers of nested offshore accounts and complex trading channels make it like a maze.

This fund, named "Yaodong Capital," is like mercury seeping into sand, leaving no trace.