Hong Kong variety show: I can boost loyalty, the most generous boss.

Chapter 220, page 219: Situ Haonan's shock, time travel!

The destruction of Tung Sing shocked the entire Hong Kong underworld. Some gangs were on edge, as Tung Sing was one of the four major triads in Hong Kong. They never expected it to be destroyed like this!

Tsim Sha Tsui, Ni's house.

"Ah-Xiao, the camel of Dongxing is dead, and the entire Dongxing has been destroyed. Shouldn't we do something?"

Uncle Ni was both surprised and delighted. He was surprised because the Dongxing Society was their rival, and their family's seventy or eighty-year-old organization had been wiped out just like that, destroyed by Mr. Yang with a casual gesture!
However, the demise of Tung Sing was great news for the Ni family, who were in the same industry!
Previously, the Ni family's territory was all in the Yau Tsim Mong area of ​​Kowloon. After Tung Sing was gone, the Ni family could take the opportunity to extend their reach into the New Territories.

Ni Yongxiao, dressed in a suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, held a wine glass in his hand, shook his head, and said:

"Third Uncle, Dongxing has already been destroyed. Do we have to follow in its footsteps?"

"In my opinion, the Ni family has completely cleaned up their image and transformed themselves, corporatizing their company and following the right path, just like Wo Luen Shing!"

Ni Yongxiao, a highly educated returnee from overseas, had studied Yang Jun's career trajectory and found that Yang Jun's career actually improved after transitioning from a triad society to the business world.

Why stick to one path when there are ready-made solutions to copy?
Uncle Ni frowned. He was a traditional江湖人士 (jianghu person, a person who had no understanding of the martial arts world) and knew nothing about business.

"You're the head of the Ni family, so you can make the decisions!"

The downfall of Tung Sing kept many people in Hong Kong up all night, and also made many people realize Yang Jun's influence.

Just a few days after Mr. Cai, the boss of Tung Sing, offended Yang Juncai, the entire Tung Sing was uprooted, and even the local gangs were dismantled. Not only that, but the police also mobilized a large number of personnel to cooperate with the operation.

Jiadoli Villa.

Jiang Tianyang received a phone call, his expression grave, and said into the phone:

"What? Dongxing Tuodi has also had its flag removed?"

Jiang Tianyang stood there, stunned. He had thought that with Camel dead, Dongxing would send a new leader, most likely Uncle Ben.

Unexpectedly, in just two or three days, the flags of Dongxing's entire territory were removed.

"Mr. Jiang, the New Territories are in chaos right now. Should we take this opportunity to expand our territory and plant our flag there?"

After Tung Sing was stripped of its flag, a large amount of land in the New Territories became vacant. Although the New Territories consisted of poor areas, it was a large territory!

"No need, Hung Hing doesn't do the milk powder business, and besides, we can't afford to offend Mr. Yang!"

Jiang Tiansheng directly refused, saying that Tung Sing's territory was all in the countryside and wouldn't be of much use to Hung Hing. At most, it could only be used for smuggling, and Hung Hing's smuggling business had been taken away by Han Bin.

West Kowloon Region.

The Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) office was overflowing with people, all of whom were Tung Sing thugs arrested in the New Territories. Some of them had already been sent to the Narcotics Bureau.

“Situ Haonan, stop pretending! Let me tell you, no one will bail you out.”

Watson braced his hands on the table, his eyes coldly fixed on Situ Haonan, his gaze utterly indifferent.

Situ Haonan forced himself to remain calm and joked with a smile:
"You think you can arrest me just because you have evidence? I have plenty of time to play along with you."

Watson, with a stern face, said coldly:
"Play? Sure! Ever heard of our West Kowloon Three Treasures? We guarantee you'll be in heaven!"

Watson gave a signal with his eyes, and two police officers brought scissors and cut off some hair from Situ Haonan's head, then sprinkled it into the coffee.

The coffee was full of hair fragments; it looked disgusting!

"Drink it!"

A police officer brought over the coffee, grinning maliciously as he walked over!

"Drink your mother's ass! I'll fuck your mother!"

Although Situ Haonan's hands were handcuffed, he could still move his feet, so he kicked the police officer who was serving coffee.

The coffee in the officer's hand spilled out, scalding him and making him yell in pain!
"Damn it, beat him up!"

Upon seeing this, Hua Sheng immediately joined another police officer in punching and kicking Situ Haonan, causing him pain all over his body.

Because something was placed under the blow, there were no visible marks on the surface.

Suddenly, the interrogation room door opened, and Ma Jun walked in with a gloomy face.

"Release him, someone has bailed him out!"

What? Someone bailed out Situ Haonan?

Hua Sheng and the other officers were stunned. Tung Sing was gone, so how could someone be bailing out Situ Haonan?

Situ Haonan gave a bitter smile. Finally, someone had bailed him out. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to hold on any longer.

If he confesses to his crimes, he'll definitely spend the rest of his life in prison.

Situ Haonan followed Hua Sheng out of the interrogation room and met his lawyer, Master Su, who had bailed him out.
"Master Su, are you going to bail out Situ Haonan?"

The advisor, Su, glared at Watson and stammered:
"No way! I like bail, I have plenty of money!"

Hua Sheng snorted coldly and called over a policewoman to coordinate with his advisor, Su.

Situ Haonan was shocked. Of course he knew Master Su. Wasn't he the lawyer for the Wo Luen Shing triad?
Ten minutes later, clerk Su paid the bail and led Situ Haonan out of the West Kowloon Police Station.

Situ Haonan hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help but speak.

"Master Su, why did you bail me out?"

"No need to thank me, I was just following orders! Mr. Yang asked me to bail you out."

The advisor, Su, walked ahead without even glancing at Situ Haonan.

Mr. Yang?
Situ Haonan was shocked. He had never interacted with Mr. Yang before, and their surnames were different. He had only met him once before at a restaurant, and they were enemies.

"Where is Mr. Yang? I want to see him!"

Situ Haonan is a man of great loyalty and gratitude, and he always repays kindness. He is clear about his grudges and honors.

Although Situ Haonan was very loyal to Camel of Tung Sing, Camel was killed by Chi-wai after all, and it had nothing to do with Mr. Yang!

"Okay, I'll take you to see him. Come with me."

The assistant, Su, was driving, while Su himself sat in the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz and waved to Situ Haonan.

Situ Haonan nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then got into the car.

New Territories, Yuen Long, New Town.

Hong Kong is a polarized society. Tsim Sha Tsui East, Central, and Causeway Bay are bustling and prosperous, exuding the air of an international metropolis. Luxury shops are everywhere, and you can find almost any luxury item from around the world in Hong Kong.

However, some areas are impoverished and remote, where residents often go hungry and do the most arduous physical labor.

Yuen Long San Hui is such a place, a large area of ​​squatter housing, where a large number of illegal immigrants live. They cannot afford to buy houses in Hong Kong, and some of them do not have formal status to apply for public housing. They are the marginalized people living in Hong Kong.

A shack is a temporary dwelling built on illegally occupied land. Its buildings are usually very simple, mostly constructed of sheet metal and wooden planks, so they are also commonly known as tin huts or wooden huts.

Because the huts were built without permission, their safety was extremely worrying, and they have been the site of many fires throughout history!
The most famous example is the Shek Kip Mei squatter area fire in 1953, which destroyed the homes of nearly 50,000 people. This prompted the government to develop public housing estates and control the number of squatter houses.

“Councilor Yang, this is the house. There was a fire a few days ago!” New Territories gentry Lu Wenhua led the way, taking Yang Jun to a shack. There was a large hole in the outside of the house, with signs of fire.

"It's burned like this, and you're still living inside?"

When Hung Kam-pao saw this tragic scene, he couldn't help but be moved. Life is really hard for ordinary people at the bottom of society!

The gentry Lu Wenhua said with a smile:

"There's no way around it! Houses in Hong Kong are too expensive; most people can't afford them!"

Yang Jun nodded, deeply agreeing! There is no fairness in this world, and there is a gap between the rich and the poor everywhere, but the gap is particularly prominent in Hong Kong.

"Let's go in and take a look!"

Yang Jun entered the house and saw an elderly woman in her seventies with two little girls with ponytails. The old woman, seeing the gentry leading Yang Jun in, said fearfully:
"Mr. Lu, you..."

"Grandma Chen, Councilor Yang has come to visit you!"

The local gentry member Lu Wenhua immediately spoke first, introducing Yang Jun's identity as a member of the Legislative Council.

When Lu Wenhua made the introduction, a hint of flattery appeared in his eyes.

Yang Jun saw two little girls hiding fearfully behind his grandmother. They looked at Yang Jun curiously, very curious about his appearance!

When Granny Chen heard that he was a councilor, her cloudy eyes lit up. She knew that Yang Jun must be a high-ranking official.

She didn't know exactly what the councilor did, but she became much more enthusiastic.

"Hello, Representative Yang!"

Yang Jun didn't care about the mud on the ground. He found a stool, sat down, and started chatting with Granny Chen.

"Grandma, where are you from?"

“I’m from Guangdong Province. I came to Hong Kong 76 years ago, and I have Hong Kong identity.”

Yang Jun nodded, understanding that Grandma Chen's family was very lucky to have encountered Hong Kong's relatively tolerant policy towards illegal immigrants.

Eighty years ago, Hong Kong had a policy of resistance, which meant that mainland illegal immigrants could obtain formal status and legal identity in Hong Kong as long as they successfully entered the city.

Grandma Chen and her family came to Hong Kong in 76, so they have a certain social status.

After the 80s, Hong Kong abolished the "stop-work" policy, stipulating that all mainland illegal immigrants were illegal and would be immediately repatriated to the mainland upon discovery. As a result, many illegal mainland immigrants had no choice but to hide in the Kowloon Walled City.

"Grandma, we brought some gifts!"

At Yang Jun's signal, Da Dong brought in a bag of rice and two buckets of oil, both of which were quite practical items.

Grandma Chen beamed and thanked Yang Jun profusely.

Yang Jun gave them a red envelope with 1,000 yuan inside. It wasn't a large amount; he was afraid they wouldn't be able to keep it if he gave them too much.

Hong Jinbao also slipped in 500 yuan, a smile spreading across his face.

"Thank you, you're such a kind person!"

The old woman was very grateful; the supplies and money were enough for them to get through this difficult time.

Yang Jun chatted for a while longer, asking about the old woman's children. Grandma Chen said her son was working on a construction site in Kowloon, and her daughter-in-law had run away long ago because she thought the family was poor.

The gentleman Lu Wenhua stood two meters away the whole time, constantly polishing his leather shoes. He was very puzzled as to why Yang Jun was sitting and chatting with the old woman.

"Ahua, send a few workers to repair the house and patch up this hole!"

Before leaving, Yang Jun thoughtfully asked Ahua to fix up the house, which moved Grandma Chen even more. She saw Yang Jun off as he left the house.

Seeing this, Hong Jinbao volunteered and said to Yang Jun:
"Mr. Yang, I'll come back to check on you in a few days."

"Ah Bao, you're so thoughtful!"

In any case, charity is about actions, not intentions. Whatever the purpose, as long as it's a genuine act of doing good, it's a meaningful thing.

Just then, another car arrived; it was Master Su leading Situ Haonan.

"Boss, Mr. Situ insists on seeing you!"

When Situ Haonan saw Yang Jun wandering around the shantytown, he assumed the area was going to be demolished and said to Yang Jun:

"Mr. Yang, I'm here to thank you for bailing me out."

Situ Haonan knew that if Yang Jun hadn't bailed him out in time, he might have spent the rest of his life in prison.

Yang Jun waved his hand and said calmly:
"Mr. Lu, please take me to see the families of those affected by the disaster!"

Lu Wenhua jogged ahead to lead the way, then leaned close to Yang Jun and said:
"Councilor Yang, I have prepared a luncheon at a restaurant. Please come over, Mr. Yang."

Yang Jun simply said:
"Wait a minute, let me visit the remaining families before going to the restaurant."

Lu Wenhua was startled. Good heavens! Isn't it all just a staged photo shoot to let the reporters take a few pictures?
Why are you trying to be special? Not only did you not invite reporters, but you also went to the trouble of visiting these poor people yourself. What's the point of that?
Next, Yang Jun visited several shantytowns, all of which were new immigrants from the mainland. These new immigrants were deeply moved by Councilor Yang's visit.

Situ Haonan was dumbfounded. What was Mr. Yang doing?
The triads don't collect protection money or sell heroin; instead, they're doing charity work in the slums?
"Is this Mr. Yang a triad boss or a Justice of the Peace?"

Wu Sheng chuckled and mocked Situ Haonan:
“Situ, Mr. Yang disdains being a Justice of the Peace. Last time, when the Governor of Hong Kong wanted to confer the title of Justice of the Peace upon Mr. Yang, he refused on the spot!”

"Mr. Yang is a patriot and would never stoop to being a lackey of the hawks!"

"Forget it, this is too profound to explain to you."

Wu Sheng raised his head and glanced at Situ Haonan with utter disdain. Tung Sing? Just a desperate scoundrel.

There is also a hierarchy of contempt within the gang. The drug dealers in Tung Sing are at the bottom of the hierarchy. They are drug dealers with no skills, and their status is similar to that of parking attendants.

Situ Haonan's eyes lit up. Mr. Yang didn't even bother to be a Justice of the Peace, which was the highest honor that wealthy Chinese people were proud of.

The Justice of the Peace (JP) card is so prestigious that even the top police officer has to give it face; it's the highest honor for Chinese in the colony.

"Ushnisha, stop talking nonsense and distribute these things to them!"

Yang Jun visited several homes of disaster-stricken residents, delivering rice and oil to them, which was welcomed by these new immigrants.

Situ Haonan witnessed everything and was deeply shocked!
What is loyalty and righteousness? The eldest brother is loyal and righteous to his brothers, and Mr. Yang's concern for the underprivileged is more like the chivalry in the eyes of the underworld!
Situ Haonan is a relatively upright person in Tung Sing, and he is righteous. Unlike Crow, Lei Yaoyang and others, he is particular about the rules of the underworld and also has a strong sense of justice!
"Situ Haonan, Tung Sing is gone! What are your plans?"

Yang Jun glanced at Situ Haonan. This handsome guy wore glasses and a suit, looking refined and well-mannered. He had a great physique with prominent chest muscles, exuding explosive power.

To be honest, among the five tigers of Tung Sing, Yang Jun thinks the most highly of Situ Haonan.

Situ Haonan was taken aback, his eyes showing confusion, but then he saw Yang Jun's amused smile.

Startled, he realized what was happening and solemnly said:
"Boss, you've done me a great favor, I'm thinking of switching agencies and joining Liansheng~"

Situ Haonan had actually wanted to switch sides long ago. He always felt out of place in Tung Sing because he wasn't twisted enough!
His upright character makes him stand out too much among the perverts in the Tung Sing gang!

He didn't want to deal drugs; he just opened an underground boxing gym where people could fight and gamble. He was an outlier among the big bosses of Tung Sing!
(End of this chapter)