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

A week passed in the blink of an eye amidst the thrilling game.

On Friday, after the market closed, Lin Yaodong carefully checked the accounts.

Through Wang Xia's control of his own secret funds, he has steadily grown his wealth from HK$3400 million to HK$5000 million.

If there weren't those speculators blocking the way, the profits would be even higher.

Meanwhile, the accounts of Hung Hing's uncles and leaders also saw an astonishing increase of over thirty percentage points under his "marginal treatment."

For these underworld figures accustomed to living on the edge, this kind of money-making speed is faster than robbing a bank in a truck, and it's safe and legal.

This was merely the result of Lin Yaodong's deliberate control to avoid attracting too much attention.

If he puts all his effort into managing these funds, a growth rate of over 50% would not be difficult at all.

Huge profits are the best catalyst.

The uncles and leaders of Hung Hing had thoroughly tasted the sweetness of success. Their initial doubts and hesitations vanished, replaced by fervent trust and eager investment.

They all pulled out their hard-earned savings, which were from clean sources, and started betting like crazy.

The initial collective capital of over 2000 million HKD ballooned rapidly to 5000 million HKD.

In this way, the total amount of funds that Lin Yaodong openly manipulated reached a staggering HK$100 million!

This huge sum of money was by no means a small amount in the Hong Kong stock market in the 1990s.

It once again successfully attracted the market's attention, especially those major investors who had just suffered losses.

They regarded the rapidly expanding "Hung Hing Capital" as a new target and key monitoring object, which further reduced their attention to Lin Yaodong's more secretive and aggressive "Yaodong Capital".

An interesting cycle has formed.

The market manipulators were led by the nose by Lin Yaodong's overt "Hung Hing Funds," running around in the stock market like dogs being led on a leash.

Meanwhile, Yaodong Capital, lurking in the shadows, is like a cheetah hiding in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to deliver a fatal blow to these toyed "hounds".

Lin Yaodong stood outside the chessboard, calmly manipulating everything, playing with the market's greed and fear.

the other side.

Within the Hung Hing Society, the turmoil caused by the windfall profits in the stock market was far more intense than the storms in the financial markets.

Han Bin, Dinosaur, Thirteen Sister, and Narrow Eyes, the hall masters, could no longer sit still.

Now, Chen Yao, Fatty Li, Baki, and even the uncles and hall masters who previously had some reservations about Lin Yaodong are making a fortune and are all smiles. They can no longer remain calm.

We're all from Hung Hing, so why should we give up this huge, readily available benefit for a mere position as a leader—especially to support a savage who has clearly lost power?

Moreover, from the moment Lam Yiu-tung led the Hung Hing executives to make money in the stock market, the competition between Sang Fan and Lam Yiu-tung for control of Mong Kok had already been decided.

Faced with real money, so-called "fighting ability" and "seniority" seem pale and powerless.

Money is quietly reshaping the power structure and interpersonal relationships of this traditional community.

Han Bin was the first to act; he went straight to his own brother, the dinosaur.

Sauna room.

"Dinosaurs, we can't wait any longer!"

Han Bin wiped the sweat from his face, his voice low and serious, "The barbarians must admit defeat immediately. We'll go talk to Lin Yaodong."

I wanted to wait and see if he really had the skills, but now you can see the result: more than 30 points in a week!

How much faster is this than us collecting protection money and guarding the premises?

If this drags on any longer, and everyone's tied to Lin Yaodong's war machine, we won't even get a taste of the spoils!

The dinosaur leaned against the damp, tiled wall, its brow furrowed.

He knew, of course, that Han Bin was right, but Shengfan had been his leader for many years, and it would be a loss of face for him to admit defeat directly.

"Wouldn't this be too obvious? It would make us seem too eager to curry favor with Lin Yaodong."

"Flattery?" Han Bin scoffed. "That's called being pragmatic! We were already a step too late because we didn't express our support immediately."

Only by making the aborigines publicly admit defeat and show sincerity can we possibly get Lin Yaodong to agree to let us play this money game together.

Face? How much is face worth? Can it appreciate like a stock?

Meanwhile, in an underground boxing gym under the jurisdiction of dinosaurs.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The savage, shirtless and wearing boxing gloves, was unleashing a barrage of attacks on a henchman holding a sparring mat.

It was less of a sparring partner and more of a cathartic release. Every punch he threw was powerful and heavy, filled with ferocity, making the underling grimace and stagger backward. Even through the thick cotton padding, one could feel the terrifying power.

"What? You want me to admit defeat to him?!" Upon hearing the initial message from Han Bin and the Dinosaur's men, Shengfan flew into a rage, pounding his fists on the cotton mat with increasing ferocity, as if the mat were Lin Yaodong's face.

"Didn't we agree to continue the fight openly, but negotiate privately? If I just admit defeat, how am I supposed to face the world after this? What will my brothers in the underworld think of me?!"

He stuck out his neck, his face full of resentment.

Dinosaur walked in with Han Bin at that moment, just in time to hear the roar of the savage.

The dinosaur's face darkened, and it roared, "Savage!!"

The savage stopped, panting heavily, and looked at his boss with a wronged expression: "Boss! I can't swallow this! In our gang, isn't it always the case that whoever is the toughest and the best fighter gets promoted?"

Han Bin shook his head helplessly, glanced at Shengfan with a look that said he was looking at an idiot, and said to the dinosaur, "I think he's going to buy some walnuts to make soup and nourish his brain."

When we're out in the game, fighting to the death, grabbing territory, and protecting our establishments, what's the ultimate goal?

Isn't it all about money?

Now Lin Yaodong has the ability to directly lead everyone to make money, saving all the blood and sweat in the middle, which is equivalent to putting money directly into your pocket!

"Tell me, would those gang leaders and uncles choose a mere savage who only knows how to fight, or Lin Yaodong who can turn lead into gold?"

The savage was stunned. He opened his mouth, but found himself unable to refute it.

He angrily slammed his fist on the sandbag hanging beside him, making a dull thud, then dejectedly tore off his boxing gloves and threw them on the ground.

The henchmen around him fell silent, their eyes filled with both fear of their boss's tyranny and a hint of barely perceptible disdain—these days, just knowing how to fight and kill is indeed a bit outdated.

Seeing his stubbornness, Han Bin sighed and winked at the dinosaur.

The dinosaur stepped forward, his tone softening slightly, but still carrying an undeniable air of authority: "Savage, I'm asking you, do you want to make money?"

The savage muttered, "Yes, of course I want to!"

Dinosaur: "How much clean, presentable money do you have on hand right now?"

The savage calculated for a moment: "More than 300,000, less than 400,000."

Dinosaur: "Okay, if you give this 400,000 to Lin Yaodong, it will become 500,000 or even 600,000 in two weeks. Do you want it?"

The savage's eyes lit up, and he shouted, "Yes! Of course I want it!"

But then she deflated again, "But... the position of the person in charge of Mong Kok..."

The dinosaur slapped the savage on the back of the head, annoyed, and yelled, "Still thinking about being in charge? Now I'm showing you how to only think about money! Is being in charge more important than money?"

The savage covered the back of his head, looking aggrieved.

Han Bin interjected at the opportune moment, his tone seductive: "Savage, think about it from a different perspective."

We give money to Lin Yaodong so he can work for us and make money for us. What's wrong with that?

Even if you become the person in charge, isn't your ultimate goal still to make more money?

Now that there's an easier and faster path available, why insist on taking that tiring and dangerous narrow bridge?

The savage blinked, the gears in his mind finally seeming to start turning. "That's right!"

He slapped his thigh, suddenly realizing, "Even though Lin Yaodong is in charge, doesn't he still have to make money for us?"

Thinking about it this way... it seems like a pretty good deal?

He felt as if he had opened the door to a new world, and most of the frustration in his heart immediately dissipated.