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

As Zhang Wenyao looked on in confusion, Lin Yaodong calmly took out a small wallet from his inner jacket pocket. What he pulled out was not cash, but a beautifully printed piece of paper—a horse racing ticket.

Lin Yaodong handed the lottery ticket to Zhang Wenyao with a smile: "Officer Zhang, you really have a bad memory. This is the lottery ticket you asked me to buy for you at the Jockey Club yesterday... and you won! See, I forgot about it, didn't I?"

Zhang Wenyao subconsciously took the lottery ticket, his eyes scanning the amount and betting type on it—it was an anonymous type, and the amount was a staggering HK$20!

His fingers trembled violently, and he almost dropped the light piece of paper.

20... anonymous!

This means that the money can be legally redeemed through the Hong Kong Jockey Club, becoming Zhang Wenyao's legitimate income!

All questions about the source of funding and risks vanished at that moment.

Zhang Wenyao's breathing instantly became heavy. He swallowed hard, his knuckles turning white from the effort, as he gripped the game-changing ticket tightly.

There may have been a fraction of a second of moral struggle within me, but more than that, I felt a tremendous sense of relief and ecstasy.

The next second, the seriousness and righteousness on Zhang Wenyao's face melted away like ice and snow meeting the sun, instantly replaced by an extremely enthusiastic and even somewhat obsequious smile: "Hahaha~~~ Mr. Lin! Look at my memory! Yes, yes, that's right, thank you so much for bringing it to me personally!"

While laughing, he quickly and carefully stuffed the lottery ticket into his sweatpants pocket, and even subconsciously patted it to make sure it was secure.

Their attitude made a complete 180-degree turn.

"Mr. Lin is dedicated to serving the people and is very charitable. The neighbors all praise you highly!" Zhang Wenyao's words suddenly became incredibly pleasing to the ear.

"Outstanding citizens and entrepreneurs like yourself are the focus of our police force's protection and support! I wonder... if there's anything I, a mere superintendent, can do to serve you and offer assistance?"

He leaned forward slightly, keeping a very low posture.

Lin Yaodong smiled knowingly.

He knew the fish had taken the bait.

"Officer Zhang, you're too kind." Lin Yaodong said casually, "Actually, it's nothing serious... I just heard that the Ni family has been quite active lately..."

Also, the Shanghai Street area where my property management company plans to expand its business is Wo Luen Shing's territory, and it seems to be a bit unsettled there. Some scoundrels are involved in drug-related and other shady dealings...

Zhang Wenyao immediately understood.

Ni Jiahe and Liansheng were indeed key targets of police attention, but these people were very cunning, and there was a lack of substantial evidence to bring them all to justice.

Is Lin Yaodong trying to use the police to punish or eliminate his competitors?

He nodded thoughtfully, "This matter...we, the police, have also been paying attention to it."

However, the Ni family has deep roots, and the Wo Luen Shing empire wields considerable influence in that area. Operating this would require meticulous planning and might also necessitate… support from above.

As he spoke, he looked at Lin Yaodong meaningfully and began to probe.

Zhang Wenyao's rise to his current position is inseparable from the support of his superior, Chief Superintendent Situ Jie.

We should not forget those who dug the well when we drink the water.

"Oh?" Lin Yaodong immediately understood Zhang Wenyao's implication—he was willing to help introduce him to a higher-ranking figure, Chief Superintendent Situ Jie.

This was exactly what Lin Yaodong wanted.

He had tried to contact Situ Jie before, but people of that level were extremely cautious and would not pay any attention to someone with a triad background like him without a reliable intermediary.

"But..." Zhang Wenyao patted the pocket where he had just put the lottery tickets meaningfully, "Mr. Situ might have higher requirements for 'friends'."

His meaning was clear: to meet with Situ Jie, one needed to show greater sincerity.

Lin Yaodong's smile remained unchanged as he readily nodded: "No problem. I believe that a reasonable person like Chief Superintendent Situ Jie would be very happy to befriend a law-abiding citizen like me. In terms of 'sincerity,' I will definitely not disappoint Officer Zhang and Mr. Situ."

The two exchanged a smile, everything understood without a word.

The sea breeze remains, the waves remain, but certain tacit understandings and deals have already been reached in this secluded bay.

It must be said that Zhang Wenyao was extremely efficient.

Perhaps to prove his worth, he arranged a meeting between Lin Yaodong and Situ Jie that afternoon.

Tseung Kwan O, offshore.

A white, medium-sized yacht gently bobs on the waves.

On the deck, a middle-aged man wearing a polo shirt and sunglasses was holding a fishing rod, seemingly fishing leisurely.

He is Chief Superintendent Szeto Kit, one of the senior figures in the Hong Kong Island Police Force.

Sunlight streamed onto the deck, a sea breeze caressed our faces—the scenery was delightful.

But on Situ Jie's face was a hint of barely perceptible irritation and disdain.

"A Hung Hing gangster wants to join my crew? Ah Yao, have you been too idle lately?" Situ Jie said to Zhang Wenyao, who was holding the net for him behind him, without turning his head.

Those who could drink and chat with him, Situ Jie, on this private yacht, and call each other brothers, were all prominent business tycoons and social celebrities in Hong Kong.

What is a minor gang leader who came from a triad background, even if he has made some money in the stock market recently?

How dare you be on equal footing with him?

With a forced smile, Zhang Wenyao carefully explained, "Brother Jie, this Lin Yaodong is different from ordinary gangsters. He's genuinely involved in legitimate business, has a good reputation in Mong Kok, and most importantly, he's... very good at interpersonal relationships."

He emphasized the words "knows how to be a good person".

Situ Jie scoffed, his lips practically curling to the sky: "Ha~ Even if a gangster wears an imperial robe, he'll never look like a prince! No matter how much money he makes, he can never wash away the sleazy, gangster vibe in his heart!"

His words were extremely derogatory, as if associating with Lin Yaodong would tarnish his status.

However, though his words were harsh, his actions were just as honest as Zhang Wenyao's.

If he truly disdained it, he wouldn't have shown up on the yacht he used for secret transactions.

This ship was a secret hideout he purchased with various "benefits," specifically for meeting those relationships that should not be made public, ensuring absolute privacy and security.

He was able to climb from the bottom to the position of Chief Superintendent not because of his integrity, but because of his ability to assess situations and his flexibility in maintaining his bottom line.

He was adept at using money to pave the way, bribing superiors, taking credit for others' work, and shirking responsibility.

In his eyes, only interests are eternal.

Just then, the sound of a motor "coo coo coo coo" came from afar.

A small, somewhat dilapidated fishing boat is cutting through the waves, heading directly toward the yacht.

"They're here," Zhang Wenyao said in a low voice.

Situ Jie continued to look at the sea with feigned composure, but his peripheral vision had already swept towards the fishing boat.

He wanted to see what kind of person Lin Yaodong, whom Zhang Wenyao had praised to the skies, really was.