Hong Kong film: The cop backs down, the ladies beg me to check his license.

"If the opportunity arises, Mr. Jiang could take over that hotel under their name; it's a real piece of meat."

Jiang Tiansheng was taken aback, clearly not expecting this, and subconsciously asked in return:

"A hotel? Does anyone in our club know anything about hotel management?"

Thirteen Sister also became curious and tilted her head to ask:

"Yes, Hung Hing has always been in the business of nightclubs and casinos. None of us know anything about the hotel industry."

Han Bin smiled slightly and said confidently:

"Just because we don't understand doesn't mean others don't. Those young people are quick-witted and full of ideas; they'll definitely be able to run the hotel successfully."

Jiang Tiansheng suddenly realized, slapped his thigh, and looked at Han Bin with eyes full of admiration:

"Binny, your mind works faster than others! Ah Tian has put in so much effort this time, we can't let him work for nothing."

"He has always preferred to do business, so it's perfect to hand this hotel over to him to manage."

Liang Kun immediately burst into laughter, his voice booming:

"Then I'll thank Mr. Chiang and all the brothers on behalf of Ah Tian!"

Han Bin waved his hand, his smile carrying a hint of sincerity:

"We're all brothers from the same sect, it's only right that we help each other out, there's no need to say thank you."

"Ah Tin has always been the one fighting for Hung Hing and has done a lot of work. We should give him some real benefits."

"He devoted himself to the business and even lost interest in making money, so it is only right that we give back to him."

Jiang Tiansheng nodded slowly, his tone solemn:

"To be honest, we should all learn from Ah Tian and do something worthwhile in a down-to-earth way."

The crown prince, with a pained expression, scratched his head and said helplessly:

"All I know how to do in my life is wielding knives and guns and fighting. I'm good at that, but I can't do the delicate work of business."

Thirteen Sister laughed along, took a sip of her wine:

"All I can do is run my nightclub; I don't have the skills to do other businesses."

Jiang Tiansheng looked at the two of them, a gentle smile on his face:

"Focus on what you know, not what you don't; this is a basic principle of doing business, and there's nothing shameful about it."

But he secretly shook his head in his heart.

The Crown Prince and Thirteenth Sister ultimately had limited achievements.

Everyone has their own comfort zone. If you want to go further, you have to be determined to step out of your comfort zone.

The desire to cling to the security of one's comfort zone is human nature, and no one can force it.

Jiang Tiansheng wouldn't say a bad word about them, nor would he try to persuade them. They had chosen their own path, and how they walked it was entirely up to them.

He looked out the window; it was already quite late. So he stood up and clapped his hands.

"It's getting late. Tomorrow night, Liang Kun and Binni will come with me to Juyitang for a meeting to discuss dividing up the Chung Ching Society's territory and assets. Everyone should go home and get some rest."

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone stood up to say goodbye, and the noise in the bar gradually subsided.

The first thing Da Shan did after opening his eyes early in the morning was to look for Chen Tao Tao.

He turned the dormitory upside down, searching under the bed, in the wardrobe, and in the desk drawers, but he couldn't find anyone.

A feeling of unease instantly welled up in his heart, as if a small hand was gripping his heart.

He pulled out his phone, his fingers trembling, and quickly dialed Chen Taotao's number.

The moment the call connected, Da Shan's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down a little.

But when I heard Chen Taotao say that he was in the hospital, my heart jumped into my throat and almost jumped out of my chest.

Da Shan didn't even have time to wash his face before grabbing his coat and rushing outside.

He ran until he was out of breath, his trouser legs were half-soaked with morning dew, and he rushed into the ward, panting heavily.

Seeing Chen Taotao's bruised and swollen face, with a bandage on his forehead, Dashan was so frightened his eyes almost popped out of their sockets:

"Tao Tao! What happened to you? Who beat you up like this? They hit you so hard!"

Chen Taotao leaned against the headboard, her face showing no panic, but rather a hint of relaxation, and said in a calm tone:

"I heard it's the leader of the Chung Ching Society, Ding Xiaoxie."

Da Shan gasped, his voice trembling, his tongue almost tied in knots:

"The... the underworld?!"

"Let's call the police right away! This is intentional assault, the police will definitely take it into account!"

Chen Taotao slowly shook his head, his expression unusually calm:

"No need to call the police."

Da Shan stamped his feet anxiously, grabbed Chen Taotao's arm, and urged him urgently:

"You know how powerful the Hong Kong triads are; we can't afford to mess with them! Let's call the police right away. If that doesn't work, we can go find Mr. Ye and have him warn them!"

"However... I've heard that the Chung Ching Society is very powerful, so even if Mr. Ye intervenes, it might not be effective."

Chen Taotao couldn't help but chuckle, but the laughter aggravated the wound on his face, causing him to wince in pain and gasp for breath.

Seeing him like this, Da Shan became even more anxious, and his voice trembled with tears:

"Tao Tao! Don't take this lightly! You know how bad the Zhongqing Society's reputation is and how ruthless their methods are!"

Despite the pain, Chen Taotao maintained a smile, patted Dashan on the shoulder, and said firmly:

"Don't worry, there will be no more Chung Ching Society."

Da Shan was completely confused, frowning with a face full of doubt:

"What does it mean that the Chung Ching Society isn't there? Does that mean they disbanded?"

Chen Taotao leaned against the headboard and said calmly:

"Last night, Mr. Ye led his men to wipe out the Chung Ching Society. That guy Ding Xiaoxie was thrown into the sea to be fed to the fish."

Just as he finished speaking, two medical staff members pushed a treatment cart past the door.

Da Shan turned pale with fright and quickly covered Chen Tao Tao's mouth, his voice extremely low and filled with panic:

"My God! How could you say something like that? If the medical staff heard that, it would be a huge problem!"

Chen Taotao pushed Dashan's hand away, tilted his head to look at him, and a smile appeared on his lips:

"I forgot to tell you, this hospital is run by the Hung Hing triad, which Mr. Ye belongs to."

"He was afraid that the remnants of the Chung Ching Society would cause me trouble, so he specially arranged for me to recuperate here. It's very safe here."

Da Shan was stunned, his mouth agape, so wide it could fit an egg. He couldn't speak for a long time; his tongue was tied in knots.

"Fake...fake, right? This...this is real?"

Just then, the ward door was pushed open, and a doctor in a white coat walked in to make rounds.

This man was Uncle Nan's son. He walked to Chen Taotao's bedside, carefully examined the wounds, and said in a gentle tone:

"Chen Sheng, Brother Tian specifically instructed that you should stay here and focus on recovering during this time, and don't worry about anything else."

"When it comes to treating sprains, fractures, and cracks, our hospital is second to none in Hong Kong."

Da Shan was completely confused. He scratched his head and asked, looking puzzled:

"The most professional? Why?"

Uncle Nan's son didn't hide anything, telling the truth with a hint of pride in his voice:

"This is the Hung Hing triad hospital. The brothers in the triad fight every few days, and the most common injuries are fractures. Broken ribs are commonplace. We are the most experienced in this."

"Brother Tian also said that there's no rush regarding the Yum! Foundation matter. Just treat it as a paid long vacation here and focus on recovering from your injury."

Upon hearing this, Chen Taotao couldn't help but burst into laughter, slapping his thigh:

"Alright! Then I won't stand on ceremony!"

Uncle Nan's son turned to look at the mountain again, a kind smile on his face:

"This must be Mr. Oyama, right?"

Da Shan nodded quickly, and said somewhat reservedly:

"It's me, it's me."

Uncle Nan's son said with a smile:

"During this time, please spend more time with Mr. Chen. Brother Tian specifically instructed that you will be paid HK$100,000 per day while you are at the hospital."