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

Inside a luxury suite at the Peninsula Hotel.

The private room doors were tightly closed, and the heavy velvet curtains were open, deliberately leaving a wide view that offered a breathtaking panoramic view of the priceless Victoria Harbour nightscape.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of cigars, the fragrance of fine wines, and the scents of delicacies.

On the enormous rotating dining table, exquisite porcelain and gleaming silverware reflected a warm glow under the soft crystal chandelier.

Chiang Tin-sang, the leader of the Hung Hing Society, sat in the main seat. Today he was wearing a well-tailored light gray suit without a tie, and the top button of his shirt was casually undone, which made him look relaxed yet dignified.

His smile held a hint of barely perceptible satisfaction as he gently stroked the stem of the glass, his gaze occasionally sweeping across the room, taking in everyone's expressions.

Sitting to his left and right were the gang's veteran members, senior officials, and various hall masters:

Chen Yao, Uncle Xing, Boss B, Bucky, Fatty Li, Prince, Han Bin, Thirteen Sister, Dinosaur...

It can be said that the core power structure of the Hung Hing Society, apart from the younger generation of prominent figures in the next private room, has all gathered here at this moment.

The true protagonist of tonight's grand feast is undoubtedly Lin Yaodong, who is standing.

Lin Yaodong was dressed in a black suit with a dark pattern, his hair was neatly combed back, and his gaze behind his gold-rimmed glasses was sharp and deep.

He stood beside the main seat, with the huge floor-to-ceiling window behind him, providing a perfect stage backdrop for the dazzling night view of Victoria Harbour.

He held a glass of champagne aloft, the amber liquid swirling gently in the crystal glass, refracting an alluring luster.

Upon seeing Lin Yaodong stand up, the lively chatter that had filled the private room instantly fell silent, as if an invisible hand had pressed a mute button.

All eyes were on him, filled with varying degrees of admiration and gratitude.

Lin Yaodong was very satisfied with this effect. His gaze slowly swept over the faces of every hall master and uncle in the room, finally meeting Jiang Tiansheng's smiling eyes slightly before he spoke in a clear and loud voice:

"Mr. Jiang! Respected uncles and elders, esteemed hall masters!"

His voice echoed in the quiet private room, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Thank you all so much for gracing me with such a huge favor, and even more so for your trust in entrusting me with your funds!"

He paused slightly, letting the weight of his words settle.

"This stock market rally has been turbulent and fraught with danger! To be honest, there were indeed some unscrupulous market manipulators trying to take our money."

"However, with our united efforts, abundant funds, and a bit of luck and good judgment from me, we not only broke through the encirclement but also returned with a full haul!"

"Here, I, Lin Yaodong, would like to offer this toast as a token of my appreciation!"

He raised his glass high again, "To celebrate the successful conclusion of our stock trading trip! My underlings will deliver the account details to everyone later. I propose a toast to our excellent cooperation and to our shared wealth!"

"Cheers!"

"Ah Dong is awesome!"

"Thanks, Ah Dong, for leading us to wealth!"

"Don't forget us next time something like this happens!"

Everyone responded enthusiastically, picking up their glasses—whether red wine, white wine, or tea—and raising them high to greet each other. The private room was immediately filled with the crisp sound of clinking glasses and warm congratulations.

Everyone's face was beaming with genuine smiles; after all, real profits are the best emotional catalyst.

This time, Lin Yaodong used his "Yaodong Capital" as the core and integrated the resources of the Hung Hing Society to conduct stock trading operations, making everyone present very wealthy.

Especially Jiang Tiansheng, the leader, personally invested a full ten million Hong Kong dollars. According to the pre-agreed 40% commission rule, after Lin Yaodong took 40%, Jiang Tiansheng still made a net profit of more than 15 million, with a return rate as high as 150%. His mood was beyond words.

Other hall masters and uncles invested anywhere from hundreds of thousands to millions of yuan and also received extremely considerable returns.

Of course, as Lin Yaodong vaguely mentioned earlier, this capital game was not smooth sailing.

It was this publicly known collective fund of Hung Hing that attracted the encirclement and suppression of speculators in the market.

Lin Yaodong used this money as bait, while his real main force—the funds under "Yaodong Capital"—secretly orchestrated a reverse operation, quietly swallowing up most of the profits.

The Hung Hing members earned a satisfactory small share, while Lin Yaodong himself earned an unimaginable large share.

But the dangers and ingenious schemes involved don't need to be fully understood by the martial arts practitioners present. They only need to see the extra real money in the final account, and that's enough for them.

After several rounds of drinks, the atmosphere became increasingly harmonious.

Jiang Tiansheng benefited from Lin Yaodong's success in leading everyone to make such a huge amount of clean money, which not only strengthened the gang's financial resources but also solidified his prestige as the leader. Naturally, he wanted to return the favor.

He gently wiped his mouth with a napkin, stood up, and looked around.

"Brothers of Hung Hing, uncles and elders!" Chiang Tin-sang's voice drew everyone's attention back.

The private room fell silent again as everyone looked at him, knowing that the leader had something to announce.

"Since everyone's here tonight and we're all having a good time, there's something I think it's time to settle things."

With a smile on his face, Jiang Tiansheng spoke in a calm yet authoritative tone, "It's been a while since our last Hung Hing meeting, when we decided to give Lin Yaodong and Sheng Fan a two-month trial period."

When he mentioned the name "raw barbarian," his gaze seemed to casually sweep over the dinosaur, who was holding a piece of abalone. Upon hearing this, the dinosaur merely grinned and continued eating, as if it were none of his business.

"As agreed last time," Jiang Tiansheng continued, "after the two-month probation period ends, we will choose one of Lin Yaodong and Sheng Fan to go to Mong Kok to become the head of the gang and take charge of the area."

"Mong Kok is an important territory of our Hung Hing, and we can't let it remain without a leader."

Since all the elders and uncles are here today, let's get this over with and avoid holding another special meeting. Let's elect a new leader for Mong Kok today!

Upon hearing this, the uncles and elders all nodded in agreement.

The abilities Lin Yaodong demonstrated in this stock trading and the enormous profits he brought have completely won them over.

Jiang Tiansheng's suggestion at this moment is exactly what people want.

"Mr. Jiang is right!"

"Great! Saves you the trouble!"

"I agree, let's vote today!"

"The two-month test has been evident to all; it's time for a capable person to rise to the top in Mong Kok!"

There were many voices echoing the sentiment, and no one disagreed.

No one even brought up the name "savage," as if Lin Yaodong was the only candidate from the beginning.

Jiang Tiansheng was very satisfied with everyone's reaction and nodded: "Okay, since no one has any objections, let's vote by raising our hands according to the rules."