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

The mornings on Hong Kong Island are always tinged with a hazy, lingering hangover.

For the pheasant, this morning was unusually chilly.

Several days ago, he had the idea of ​​going to Taiwan to seek refuge with his cousin.

But with his pockets empty-handed, he went there to rely on relatives, which would be a loss of face.

Leaving this place of sorrow is the only option.

Borrow it from Chan Ho-nam?

The thought flashed through his mind for only a moment before the pheasant suppressed it.

How can I bring myself to say it?

How do I face that...that guy who slept with his girlfriend?

Even knowing that it might be a misunderstanding or that there might be other hidden reasons, that thorn has already been deeply embedded in my heart.

Brothers and women—the most difficult knot to untangle in the martial world—he chose to escape.

In the end, he found his good friend Da Tian Er.

Among the five brothers, Da Tian Er may not be the smartest, but he is definitely the most loyal.

Chan Ho-nam was also unable to face Chicken.

The guilt, embarrassment, and frustration of being misunderstood by his brother and having no way to explain led him to choose to back down.

He didn't go to see him off, but instead took off the Rolex watch that had been with him for many years and symbolized his years in the martial arts world, carefully wrapped it up, and entrusted it to Da Tian Er to hand over to Shan Ji.

After seeing the pheasant off, the atmosphere became somber.

Da Tian Er returned to the place he had arranged to meet with Chen Haonan and Bao Pi—the simple breakfast shop on Jardine Street that the brothers often frequented.

The once lively five-person table now only has three people, appearing empty and desolate.

Chan Ho-nam lowered his head and unconsciously stirred the congee with a spoon in his bowl, the steam long since dissipated.

With dark circles under his eyes, Baopi had clearly not slept well all night, mechanically stuffing rice noodle rolls into his mouth.

Da Tian Er sat down, picked up a pineapple bun, but didn't take a bite for a long time.

The pheasant left, carrying with it the misunderstanding and their brotherhood, and went far away to another place.

Explanations are futile; the events between Chan Ho-nam and Ko-yan are unavoidable, and they both need time to cool off.

Jiao Pi, that honest and straightforward brother who always rushed to the front, is currently lying in the intensive care unit of Xin'ao Hospital, his fate unknown.

Suddenly, the sound of a news broadcast coming from the television set hanging in the corner of the wall below the old ceiling fan in the breakfast shop broke the oppressive morning.

No one paid any attention until a few familiar words entered their ears.

Chan Ho-nam was the first to look up at the television screen, and paused for a moment: "Brother Tung?"

That's right, he now addresses Lin Yaodong with respect, having changed from calling him "Ah Dong" with disdain.

Bao Pi rubbed his sleepy eyes, looked closely at the screen, and immediately perked up: "Wow! It really is Brother Dong!"

His gratitude towards Lin Yaodong was heartfelt.

It was precisely because of Xiao Fu, one of Lin Yaodong's henchmen, who intervened at the critical moment at Xin'ao Hospital that his own brother Jiao Pi's life was saved.

Baopi will always remember this kindness.

Da Tian Er put down his pineapple bun in surprise: "Brother Dong is on TV again? Is he fighting off robbers or helping an old lady cross the street this time?"

But the television was not broadcasting social news; it was broadcasting financial news.

In the video, the host is reporting in an excited tone:

"Mr. Lin Yaodong, the former citizen hero who bravely fought off bank robbers, has recently turned to the stock market and created an amazing miracle..."

"With his unique insight and precise operations, Mr. Lin Yaodong amassed a profit of over HK$1400 million in just three days amidst the volatile stock market!"

"This move has shocked the entire financial world. Since 'stock god' Fong Chun-sun, is Hong Kong Island about to witness a new generation of stock market legends?"

The television screen also featured a slightly blurry but composed photo of Lin Yaodong, along with a constantly fluctuating red and green candlestick chart.

Chan Ho-nam, Tai Tin-yi, and Bao Pi looked at each other, their faces filled with disbelief.

Lin Yaodong?

Stock market guru?

Earning over 1400 million in three days?

They couldn't connect these pieces of information together at first.

"Are you kidding me?" Da Tian Er's mouth dropped open.

"1400 million..." Bao Pi was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth. He didn't even notice the porridge dripping down his chin. He subconsciously stretched out his fingers and clumsily counted.

"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions... Wow! It takes eight fingers to count them all!"

He had never seen so much money in his life, and he never even dared to dream of it.

Chan Ho-nam was relatively composed, but even he stared wide-eyed, deeply shocked.

He muttered, "It's on the TV news, the financial channel... it can't be fake."

He had been involved in the underworld and had seen big shots with hundreds of thousands or even millions in turnover, but most of that was public funds of the gang or some shady transactions.

In this way, in a legitimate financial market, an individual can earn a net profit of 1400 million in just three days, which is completely beyond his comprehension.

These gangsters may seem glamorous on the surface, handling money and running brothels, and the amount of money they deal with may seem substantial, but in reality, they only pocket a few thousand to ten thousand dollars a month.

In Hong Kong Island in the 90s, this was considered a good income.

However, they also have high expenses, spending on food, drinks, and entertainment, and they are particular about extravagance, so they are basically living paycheck to paycheck.

For them, 1400 million is an astronomical figure, a number that can completely change their destiny and enable them to achieve upward social mobility.

Lin Yaodong earned this money in just three days!

Bao Pi slammed down his bowl of porridge and excitedly grabbed Chen Haonan's arm: "Brother Nan! Brother Nan! Do you remember the rumors circulating in the gang these past few days that Brother Dong's men pooled all their money to invest in stocks! A lot of people laughed at them, saying they were throwing money into the sea!"

Da Tian Er also realized what was happening, his eyes shining: "Yeah! Now it seems Dong Ge really has something! Those who laughed at him were just fools!"

Bao Pi said eagerly, "Brother Nan, how about... how about we chip in some money and give it to Brother Dong, so he can help us speculate a bit? Even if we only make a small profit, it would be great!"

Da Tian Er was also very tempted, looking at Chen Haonan with hope, waiting for him to make a decision.

The allure of wealth is immense, especially at a time when they are down on their luck and see no future.

Chen Haonan's heart was also churning violently.

If making money from stocks were really that easy, it would be far better than those people who risk their lives and collect debts at gambling dens!

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and asked, "The idea is good... but how much money do you have?"

Bao Pi's face fell: "I...I only have eight thousand yuan."

This is all his possessions.

Da Tian Er is slightly better off. He doesn't go to chat with young women about life as often, and he has some savings: "I have about 30,000."

Chan Ho-nam tossed his signature long hair, looking somewhat helpless: "I'm a bit short on cash lately, I only have about five thousand dollars."

He, the eldest brother, was the poorest.

The three of them together have less than 50,000 yuan.

Chan Ho-nam frowned: "This little bit of money... I'm afraid Brother Tung won't like it, or finds it troublesome, and won't accept it..."

After all, they are people who manage tens of millions of dollars.