Hong Kong variety show: I wanted to be a lawyer, but I became a big shot.

Lin Bei parked the car by the stone steps outside the Jian residence, turned off the engine, opened the car door, walked around to the front of the car, lifted the hood, and took out the beautifully packaged gift box from the glove compartment.

He was carrying it in his hand, and as soon as he turned around, Ou Yongen walked up to him, took his arm, and said in a sweet, soft voice:

"Let's go, I can already see the master standing in the living room waiting for us."

"Um."

Lin Bei nodded and walked alongside her up the stone steps, looking around the house as they went.

The courtyard is not large. Two neatly trimmed Podocarpus macrophyllus trees stand in front of the gate. The lights on both sides of the steps are already on, illuminating the stone path with a warm glow.

As soon as Lin Bei stepped into the living room, he saw Jian Aowei standing next to the sofa.

He wore a brown suit jacket over a beige shirt, without a tie. He looked refined and cultured, tall and slender, with silver-rimmed glasses and neatly combed hair.

The silver-rimmed glasses reflected a cool light under the warm yellow lamp, and the eyes behind the lenses were clear and sharp, as if they could see right through you.

He looked towards the doorway, a slight smile on his face.

"You've arrived."

Ou Yongen released Lin Bei, quickly walked over, took Jian Aowei's arm, and spoke with a hint of coquetry in her voice:

"master!"

Let me introduce it to you.

"This is my boyfriend, Lin Bei."

Lin Bei nodded with a smile, stepped forward, leaned slightly forward, and handed over the gift box.

"Attorney Jane, nice to meet you."

"It's just a small token of my appreciation, and I hope you like it."

Only then did Jian Aowei take a serious look at the young man in front of him.

The person in front of him was younger and more composed than he had imagined.

He stood tall and straight, with clear eyes, showing no trace of the swagger of a江湖人 (jianghu person, a person from the martial arts world), but rather exuding a subtle and sharp aura.

Jian Aowei slowly pronounced his name and nodded.

"Lin Bei, Chairman of Hung Hing Group."

"Young and promising, not bad at all."

After taking the gift box, he intended to casually place it on the table, but Ou Yongen, who was beside him, quickly grabbed his arm and urged him eagerly:

"Master, this is a gift that Ah Bei personally picked out for you. Don't you want to see it?"

Jian Aowei was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and patted her head, his eyes full of affection:

"Okay, I'll open it and take a look."

He carried the gift box to the sofa, sat down, placed the box on the coffee table, untied the ribbon on the outer packaging, and opened the lid.

The interior is lined with thick, fine black velvet, and in the center lies a Leica M6 black chrome camera body, next to a small prime lens and two rolls of film.

As Jian Aowei's gaze fell on the fuselage, his smile deepened.

He picked up the camera gently, examining it carefully from all angles.

The camera's matte black and gold finish shines with a refined and sophisticated cool luster under the warm yellow light of the living room. The body seams are perfectly fitted, and the brass base material is solid, heavy, and understated.

He opened the film compartment, adjusted the film lever, raised the camera, and pressed the shutter twice, pointing it at the night sky outside the window.

The crisp, short click of the camera shutter echoed through the living room.

Jian Aowei turned his head and looked at Lin Bei, a genuine smile appearing in his eyes.

"Hehe, if Attorney Jian likes it, that's the best home for this camera."

Lin Bei replied.

Jane Aowei carefully placed the camera back into the box and stood up:

"Okay, let's eat."

He walked toward the restaurant, then glanced back at Ou Yongen:

"Yongen, bring your boyfriend over and sit down."

"Okay, Master."

Ou Yongen responded with a smile, and took Lin Bei's hand as they walked towards the restaurant.

Her fingers gently intertwined with Lin Bei's, her face showing an undisguised joy.

Lin Bei let her lead him, but his gaze swept across the living room without making a sound.

The bookshelves were filled with legal classics and photography albums, arranged meticulously by color and size.

Several black and white photographs hung on the wall, with exquisite composition and delicate tones, clearly the work of Jian Aowei himself.

One photo shows a street corner in Central after the rain, with a young woman holding a black umbrella walking on a zebra crossing. The only pure white reflection in the photo is from the umbrella; the rest of the image is shades of gray.

Lin Bei didn't understand photography, but he could sense that this person had an almost obsessive pursuit of order and aesthetics.

The entire house lacks excessive luxury, goldware, and antiques, yet it reveals the owner's preference for order.

Six dishes and a soup were already laid out on the table, steaming hot.

Steamed grouper, boiled shrimp, crispy roast goose, lettuce with oyster sauce, steamed egg with scallops, honey-glazed char siu, plus three bowls of chicken soup with fish maw.

The dishes are simple, yet exquisitely prepared, their aromas wafting in the warm light.

Jian Aowei sat down in the main seat and gestured for the two men to sit on either side.

Lin Bei waited for Ou Yongen to sit down before taking his own seat.

The kitchen helper brought out the soup bowls, and Jian Aowei personally served a bowl to Ou Yongen, then handed Lin Bei a pair of serving chopsticks.

"Mr. Lin, I heard from Yong En that you recently bought an office building in Central?"

Jian Aowei picked up a piece of steamed fish with his chopsticks, his movements slow and gentle, as if asking a casual question.

Lin Bei took a sip of soup and nodded slightly:

"Yes, we just signed the contract today. Our company's departments will gradually move there in the future."

"I've heard the name Hung Hing from rumors in the underworld."

Jian Aowei didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point.

Lin Bei put down the soup bowl, smiled slightly, and directly stated the reason:

"I think Attorney Jane has misunderstood."

"It's true that Li Qiankun is my cousin, and it's also true that he's a leader of Hung Hing, but that doesn't mean I'm involved in a triad."

"Hung Hing is a clan association. Our ancestors all came from the north, and this root cannot be erased."

"As for the Hung Hing Group, I only named it that to unite the young people of my hometown to work together."

Jian Aowei glanced at him, then lowered his head to drink his soup without saying a word.

After a few seconds, he slowly and deliberately said:

"Given your current portfolio, your businesses on Hong Kong Island are quite extensive, and you also have a foundation that has been very active recently."

"In addition to the gambling industry conference you co-organized in Macau some time ago, many high-society figures have spoken highly of you."

"It seems you're planning to pursue a political career..."

"Master is at it again."

Ou Yongen muttered to himself, but his eyes crinkled with laughter.

She knew Jian Aowei's temperament all too well; he would feel uneasy if they didn't talk about serious matters during a meal.

Lin Bei paused slightly as he picked up some food, and his gaze toward Jian Aowei sharpened slightly.

That old fox has a really sharp eye.

Although she had cleared her negative records with her ID card, the familial bond she shared with Liang Kun was irreplaceable.

Coupled with his own style of doing things and his business layout, it's hard not to think that he is the mastermind behind Hung Hing.

"Attorney Jian's eye for talent is truly sharp; I admire him!"

"That's right, we have that idea at the moment."

"Just like my Hung Hing Foundation, although we insist on doing charity every year, our capabilities are still limited. So I want to take advantage of my youth and see if I can run for a legislator and benefit the community like Attorney Jane."