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

In the past, when Lam Yiu-tung donated money in Hong Kong Island, the contribution points he received were at most the same as the amount he donated.

He receives ten million contribution points for every ten million he donates; there has never been an exception.

Now, the price has doubled for people coming to New Zealand and Australia?

Moreover, the money wasn't donated by him, but by Ma Ling; he was merely an "initiator."

and many more! !

Lin Yaodong suddenly realized something.

Could it be that the system gave double the reward because he influenced others to do charity?

Or, does the system encourage him to influence others, rather than simply spending his own money?

Lin Yaodong seems to have discovered a new continent for farming contribution points.

If that's the case, then we can simply approach wealthy people, persuade them to do charity, and take double the reward...

This is a business with no investment and huge profits.

But Lin Yaodong also knew that getting those people to donate money was not a simple matter.

Some people even claim to be running welfare organizations, but in reality, they are exploiting the public's kindness to make money.

He looked at the next reward notification:

[You have obtained one favor shard from a high-ranking figure in the New Zealand and Australia region! (Progress 1/10)]

Huh? Favorability fragments of influential figures... What is this?

Lin Yaodong had a sudden thought and clicked on the item description.

[Explanation: Gain the favor of influential figures in the New Australia region (consumable). After use, the support rate of citizens in the New Australia region will be increased.]

The higher your public support rate, the greater your hidden privileges in the local area, including but not limited to: information access, recruitment, and business opportunities.

!!!

Lin Yaodong was deeply shocked, and his pupils contracted slightly.

This means that one's influence can extend to New Zealand and Australia!

It is no longer limited to Hong Kong Island.

If you collect all ten fragments, you can officially start gaining support in the New Zealand and Australia region. At that time, you can enjoy various conveniences and resources here, just like you would in Hong Kong.

The piercing sound of brakes cut through the night, like a sharp knife, precisely severing Lin Yaodong's wandering thoughts.

He came to his senses, his body leaning slightly forward due to inertia.

The McLaren was parked on the side of the road, its dark purple body gleaming with a cold metallic sheen under the dim streetlights, like a lurking beast suddenly halting its galloping pace.

Outside the car window, the neon lights of the New Australia night had not yet completely faded, but the street was relatively quiet, with only a few cars passing by.

Lin Yaodong turned to look at the driver's seat.

Ma Ling rested one hand on the steering wheel, her fingers rhythmically tapping the carbon fiber trim.

The lines of her profile were particularly clear under the dim ambient lighting inside the car—a high, straight nose, full lips, and eyes that were now gazing out the window.

Her eyelashes were long, casting a small shadow under her eyelids, adding an elusive and mysterious quality to her already beautiful face.

"Didn't you say you were going to treat us?"

Ma Ling suddenly spoke, her voice regaining the calm it had been in the casino, but it also seemed to contain something indescribable.

She didn't look at Lin Yaodong; her gaze remained fixed on the view outside the window, her chin pointing slightly towards the street.

Lin Yaodong followed her gaze.

A coffee shop is lit by warm yellow lights. Behind the floor-to-ceiling windows are dark wooden tables and chairs, and behind the bar, a female employee with a ponytail is wiping the coffee machine.

The shop sign is simple, with "Midnight Beans" written in white on a black background, and a line of small print in the lower right corner: Open until 3 a.m.

"Buy me a coffee."

Ma Ling finally turned her face away.

The car's interior lights shone down on her head, bathing half her face in light and half in shadow.

Those eyes stared straight at Lin Yaodong, a certain emotion flowing deep within their pupils, but Lin Yaodong couldn't decipher it—or rather, he was too lazy to think about it.

Women, sometimes they just overthink things.

"it is good."

"Why drink coffee so late at night..." Lin Yaodong thought, unbuckled his seatbelt, and got out of the car.

The night breeze swept over me, carrying the unique blend of sea and city scents characteristic of New Zealand and Australia.

He took a deep breath and strode toward the coffee shop.

After taking three steps, he suddenly realized something, stopped, and turned around.

Ma Ling did not leave.

Lin Yaodong raised an eyebrow, walked back to the car window, bent down and knocked on the glass.

The car window rolled down silently.

"Aren't we going in together?" Lin Yaodong asked.

Ma Ling tilted her head, and the mature, queen-like woman suddenly made an expression that was completely out of character.

She blinked, her left eye blinking particularly slowly, her eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings. Then she smiled, a mischievous smile on her lips.

"Takeaway," she said, lowering her voice slightly, with a hint of mystery, "We'll go to an interesting place for a drink."

For a moment, Lin Yaodong was in a daze.

The face before me—the meticulously drawn eyeliner, the bright red lipstick, the cool glint of the diamond studs on her earlobes—all these symbols of a mature woman, formed a strange and captivating contrast with that winking, mischievous expression.

Woman...it's dangerous for me to be tempted like this....

Lin Yaodong straightened up and nodded: "Okay, wait."

"I still prefer your domineering side..." he added to himself, then turned and walked towards the coffee shop.

Interesting place?

He wanted to see what other tricks this woman could pull.

The "Midnight Bean" coffee shop is filled with the rich aroma of coffee beans, mixed with the sweet scent of freshly baked butter croissants.

There weren't many customers in the store. In the corner, a young couple was leaning their heads together, looking at their phones, while a bespectacled man sat at the bar, typing on his laptop.

"Welcome, sir. What would you like to drink?"

The female shop assistant with her ponytail looked up and her eyes lit up when she saw Lin Yaodong; her voice even became sweeter.

Lin Yaodong was already used to this reaction—the charm value boosted by the system was not just for show. From his face to his figure to his temperament, he was like a male lead who had stepped out of a top idol drama, and the kind that combined youthful charm with mature masculine tension.

"Two lattes, to go," Lin Yaodong said, glancing at the menu. "One normal, one less sugar, more milk."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

The female shop assistant started operating the coffee machine, but her gaze kept drifting towards Lin Yaodong.

Lin Yaodong leaned against the bar counter and waited, his fingers unconsciously tapping a rhythm on the counter.

Through the glass window, he could see the dark purple McLaren parked on the street, and the blurry silhouette in the driver's seat.

A while later.

"Sir, your coffee is ready."

The two lattes have been packaged and the paper cups are now wrapped in heat-insulating sleeves.

Lin Yaodong paid 500 Australian dollars by scanning the QR code, and said "Thank you, keep the change" when he picked up his coffee.

The female shop assistant blushed slightly and said softly, "Welcome to visit again next time."

Lin Yaodong didn't reply, and walked out of the coffee shop.

As the night deepened, there were fewer cars on the street.

He returned to the McLaren, opened the passenger door, sat down, and placed two cups of coffee on the cup holder on the center console.

"Have you been waiting long?" Lin Yaodong asked while fastening his seatbelt.

Ma Ling didn't answer, but instead reached out and took a cup of coffee from the cup holder—she took Lin Yaodong's cup.

The insulated sleeve of the paper cup is printed with the store name "Midnight Bean" and a simple line drawing of a coffee bean.

She held the coffee in both hands, lowered her head and took a sip, her lips touching the rim of the cup, exactly where Lin Yaodong had drunk from when he tested the temperature in the store.

Lin Yaodong noticed this detail but didn't say anything.