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

Wan Chai Police Station.

Ever since Ma Haotian and Zhang Ziwei went to see Lin Yaodong.

The complaint hotline has been ringing non-stop.

Although the initial peak of dozens of complaint calls had passed, there were still intermittent calls coming in, mostly from elderly people.

There were too many complaint calls, and there was no evidence.

Boss B and his gang were released before the formalities were even completed after being taken to the police station.

Just as they retrieved their belongings, his phone rang.

Upon closer inspection, it was a call from Lin Yaodong.

"Feed? Ah Dong?"

Lin Yaodong on the other end of the phone: "Brother B, I'm so sorry my situation has dragged you into this..."

"Please tell those gang leaders and uncles that I'll treat them to dinner at the Peninsula Hotel tonight... and we can talk about their interest in investing in stocks."

Those leaders and uncles of the Hung Hing Society, who were taken to the police station because of Lin Yaodong's involvement, had some complaints.

But after listening to Boss B's words on the phone, everyone's dissatisfaction immediately disappeared.

It has to be Ah Dong, he's capable!

......

night.

The Peninsula Hotel.

Lin Yaodong was still wearing a well-tailored dark gray Italian handmade suit, which made his figure appear even more upright.

He wore his signature, seemingly gentle and harmless smile, but behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes were sharp as an eagle's. Upon closer inspection, one could detect a fleeting glimpse of shrewdness and calculation in his deep eyes.

He was composed and articulate; he seemed less like a ruthless gangster and more like a successful young talent.

The atmosphere in the banquet hall was both lively and subtle.

The mahogany round table was laden with exquisite dishes, but few people actually touched them.

The uncles and leaders of the Hung Hing Society, such as Big Brother B, Chan Yiu, Fat Brother Lai, and Bucky, each brought their trusted henchmen and sat at the table.

Amidst the clinking of glasses, there is the unique generosity and politeness of people in the martial arts world. Even though they are in the same gang, behind every laugh and joke may lie tests and considerations.

After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,

Lin Yaodong felt that the time was right, so he gently wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin. This subtle action seemed to be a signal, and the originally noisy banquet hall gradually quieted down.

Everyone knew that the main event of the night was about to begin.

Lin Yaodong slowly stood up and picked up a glass.

"Dear uncles and hall masters of Hung Hing,"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to everyone's ears: "Thank you all so much for gracing us tonight and for giving me, Lin Yaodong, this face. I will remember this trust."

He raised his glass and began the essential formalities: "When I, Ah Dong, go out into the business, I value integrity above all else."

All of you here are my seniors and role models for me.

Hung Hing's current prominence is entirely due to the concerted efforts of all the uncles, elders, and hall masters.

I am young and inexperienced, but thanks to Brother B's care and everyone's support, I have had the opportunity to do more for the club.

This glass is a toast to everyone!

His words were impeccable, expressing both respect and highlighting his powerful connections and potential.

Everyone raised their glasses in response, and for a moment, shouts of "Brother Dong, you're too kind!", "You're a promising young man!", and "Let's get rich together!" filled the air.

The crystal glasses clinked together, creating a crisp sound that brought the atmosphere to another small climax.

However, the seasoned veterans present understood that this was merely the opening remark.

Sure enough, after Lin Yaodong finished his drink, the smile on his face faded and he became more serious.

He gestured for the waiter to leave temporarily, and the banquet hall door was gently closed, leaving a more private space.

"Alright, enough with the pleasantries. Now, I'd like to discuss some serious matters with you uncles and patriarchs."

Lin Yaodong placed his hands on the table covered with a clean white tablecloth, his body leaning slightly forward—a posture that exuded both pressure and persuasiveness.

"I know that you've all heard about my recent moves in the stock market, and you all want to get rich together."

He got straight to the point: "Today, I can tell everyone clearly that all my stock trading operations are legal and compliant, and are conducted within the rules of the China Securities Regulatory Commission."

He emphasized the words "legal and compliant," slowing his speech to ensure that each word resonated deeply with the audience.

"And precisely because everything is legal," he changed the subject, his gaze sharpening, "I hope that all of you uncles and patriarchs share the same thought as me: I, Lin Yaodong, only accept clean money for investment."

He paused, giving everyone time to process what he meant: "What I mean is that the funds you invest must have a clear source and be able to withstand scrutiny."

When people open their doors to do business, they seek not only wealth but also stability.

I don't want to get into unnecessary trouble because of the source of my funds. I hope everyone can understand this and please make sure to do so.

As soon as he finished speaking, a chorus of agreement immediately arose from the room.

"That's for sure!" Fatty Li was the first to respond loudly, rubbing his round belly.

"Ah Dong, you've thought this through. Things are tense right now, and everyone prefers clean money. There's no need to cause trouble."

"That's right, that's right!" The brainless Bucky quickly chimed in, afraid of being left out if he was too late. "My money is definitely clean; it's all earned through legitimate business!"

These words drew smirks from the people nearby, who all knew that Bucky's "legitimate business" was mostly some shady dealings that couldn't be brought to the table.

Other uncles and patriarchs also smiled and expressed their assurances that the funds they invested were absolutely clean.

For a moment, the banquet hall was filled with a joyful atmosphere, as if everyone was a model citizen who obeyed the law.

Lin Yaodong nodded in satisfaction; this was exactly the effect he wanted.

It drew a red line while also saving face for the other party.

He continued, "Furthermore, to avoid being labeled as engaging in illegal fundraising, we must also ensure that the procedures are followed properly."

I will not handle any unified accounts; each of you needs to provide me with a trustworthy and clean bank account to manage.

Once you make money, it goes directly into your own account, clear and transparent.

"no problem!"

"Yes, I understand."

"That's good, it's safe!"

Everyone agreed on this point; while having multiple accounts was more troublesome, it was indeed safer.

Having laid the groundwork, Lin Yaodong finally revealed the most crucial and sensitive condition.

His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority: "Furthermore, let me make this clear from the outset: if any of you make a profit from your investments, I will take 40% of the profits as commission."

40%?!

Fatty Li's fat face twitched, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Wow! Ah Dong, isn't this pumping ratio... a bit too high?"

His shout immediately resonated with the others.

"Yeah, Dong, isn't 40% too much?"

"None of the funds on the market charge this much."

"Yeah, we're all brothers, can we go for less?"