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

The office at Boss B's boxing gym.

Shouts and yells came from outside the window; it was the guys downstairs playing with sandbags.

The office was unusually quiet, with only the soft gurgling sound of hot water boiling in the teapot.

Lin Yaodong sat on the sofa, watching Boss B brew tea himself, a rare occurrence for him, and felt a vague sense of unease.

The former boss was being too polite today, making him feel a little uncomfortable.

Lin Yaodong still preferred his carefree and jovial manner.

After so many years, these formalities are no longer necessary between the two of them.

But today, Boss B exuded a serious demeanor from the moment he walked in, even his tea-making movements were more meticulous than usual.

Lin Yaodong calmly observed Boss B.

He was wearing an ordinary gray tracksuit, his hair was neatly combed, and his expression was somewhat solemn, with a hint of hesitation as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

Does he really want me to help him get his two children into a prestigious private school?

Lin Yaodong secretly guessed.

The more I thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.

Over the years, whenever Boss B has a meal or drinks, he can't stop talking about his children.

Lin Yaodong was tired of hearing things like, "We can't let our children follow in our footsteps, fighting and killing, living a life of constant conflict," and "I want my son to be a lawyer and my daughter a doctor."

Thinking about it.

Big Brother B had already thrown the tea leaves into the Yixing teapot, poured in hot water, and poured out the first brew. Then he carefully presented it to Lin Yaodong.

Boss B's tea ceremony skills are indeed not very good.

No, he simply doesn't have tea ceremony skills...

"Come on, Dong, have some tea~~"

Lin Yaodong took the teacup, looked at the dark-colored tea, and sighed inwardly.

He picked up his teacup and downed it in one gulp.

One word: bitter.

That kind of astringent bitterness that makes your tongue go numb.

Lin Yaodong's lips twitched uncontrollably, and he barely managed to hold back from spitting out the tea.

He really couldn't understand how Boss B had gotten used to drinking this kind of tea all these years.

You've clearly made a lot of money, yet you're so bored all day long. Why don't you go and learn how to brew tea from the old man on the street?

He insisted on doing it himself... This tea-making thing is really a nightmare...

After finishing his tea, Lin Yaodong casually placed the teacup on the armrest of his chair, rather than on the coffee table.

This little gesture means: No need for a refill, thank you.

"Brother B, just say what you want to say. You know me, I'll definitely help if I can..."

After seeing him drink the tea, Boss B finally smiled and got down to business: "There's something I need to tell you about at home..."

He paused, as if organizing his thoughts: "You know... my two hapless kids are of primary school age..."

Lin Yaodong nodded, waiting for what was to come.

"I want them to go to the German-Swiss International School." Big Brother B said this with anticipation in his eyes.

"But, well, my reputation... sigh, my old face is already on that school's radar. They definitely know what I do, how could they possibly send my two kids there? I don't want to send them to schools that are too far away, the kids are still young, it's too much of a hardship for them to travel that far every day."

German Swiss International School is a renowned elite school on Hong Kong Island, offering bilingual (English and German) education and a strong IB program.

The children who can get in must come from wealthy or influential families.

Given B's status, it's indeed difficult for him to be accepted by that kind of school—even if he's rich now, in the eyes of those in high society, he's just a gang leader.

"Aren't you a district councilor in Causeway Bay now?" Boss B looked at Lam Yiu-tung, his tone a little embarrassed.

"I was thinking, could you put in a good word for me? You must know someone over there, right?"

The meaning is quite clear now.

Lin Yaodong chuckled inwardly; it was indeed almost exactly as he had guessed.

Without saying a word, he nodded immediately: "No problem, leave it to me."

"Haha~~ Ah Dong, you're so efficient!" Upon hearing this, Boss B's serious expression vanished instantly, and he smiled so broadly that his eyes narrowed.

He truly has everything he needs now.

He had money and status—although he was involved in a triad, he was still a leader of the Hung Hing triad. In Causeway Bay, everyone had to call him "Brother B".

The only thing I worry about is the future of my two children.

Now that this matter has been resolved, a weight has finally been lifted from his heart.

Lin Yaodong smiled and flattered, "I thought it was something big. It's nothing, Brother B. You could have just called and told me. Why did you have to personally make tea?"

He was only half telling the truth.

It's true that helping Boss B with this favor isn't difficult; it's false that he knows Boss B didn't come to him today just for this matter.

Sure enough, Boss B's smile gradually faded, and his expression became serious.

He raised his head, looked directly into Lin Yaodong's eyes, and said, word by word, "There is indeed one more thing..."

The two stared at each other for a few seconds.

"Ah Dong, I want to quit."

"???" Lin Yaodong was stunned and didn't react for a moment.

retreat?

Retire from what? Retire from the martial arts world?

"Brother B, you mean..." Lin Yaodong asked tentatively, "to retire from the underworld?"

"That's right." Boss B nodded solemnly.

"Brother B..." Lin Yaodong wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Boss B raising his hand.

"Ah Dong, let me finish speaking." Boss B's voice was calm, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him. "I've thought this through carefully; it wasn't an impulsive decision."

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked down at the young people hitting the sandbags.

Their shouts drifted in through the windows, carrying the unique energy of young people.

"What have you been fighting and killing for all these years?" Boss B, with his back to Lin Yaodong, asked in a low voice, "Wasn't it just fame and fortune? I have all those things now. Do you think I'd go any further?"

He turned around and looked at Lin Yaodong: "I'm already a branch leader of Hung Hing, that's the limit. The next step is to choose the leader... Chiang is still young, and I'm about the same age as him. I won't go against him, and I can't compete with him."

As Boss B spoke, his eyes became somewhat unfocused.

He recalled the incident with Babi a few months ago.

Although he escaped unharmed in the end, he had nightmares for several days afterward that night.

In his dream, his wife and children were buried alive, and he stood by, unable to do anything.

That sense of powerlessness, that fear, still haunts him when he thinks about it now.

"I now have both a son and a daughter, and I lack nothing." Boss B's voice was filled with emotion.

"I just want my family to be together and have a few peaceful days. Ah Dong, do you think I'm greedy? After all these years, all I want is a stable life."

Listening to what Boss B said, Lin Yaodong understood that this time he really wanted to retire.

That incident with Ba Bi definitely left a shadow in Boss B's mind.

People in the martial arts world are most afraid of implicating their families.

Although Boss B has made a lot of money over the years, he has also offended a lot of people.

Who can guarantee that another stroke of luck won't happen? Who can guarantee that we'll be this lucky next time?