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

Ni Yongxiao tapped the solid wood coffee table lightly with his fingertips, producing a crisp sound. After a moment of contemplation, he slowly looked up.

"Where's Ah Ren?"

"He went to offer incense to his mother, saying he wanted to personally inform her of his elder brother's passing and fulfill his filial duty."

Uncle San answered truthfully.

Ni Yongxiao nodded slightly, a hint of approval flashing across his cool and aloof eyes.

He valued Chen Yongren's filial piety.

Even though Chen Yongren was the illegitimate son of the Ni family, he always treated him as a younger brother and trusted him implicitly.

"It's alright, let's put this matter aside for now and discuss it again when we convene a meeting of the four bosses tonight."

He changed the subject, his tone becoming colder.

"By the way, have you found any trace of Han Chen's hideout?"

Mentioning this matter, Uncle San's expression grew even more grim, and he replied in a low voice.

"We raided his warehouse last night, and it was completely empty; there was nothing there."

Upon hearing this, Ni Yongxiao felt a surge of nameless anger.

Han Chen was surprisingly shrewd, cunning, and suspicious, daring to play the trick of having multiple escape routes in front of him.

"Our people are still investigating and tracing, and it will take at least a few days before we have any news."

Uncle San spoke solemnly as he continued.

"In addition, the mole we planted next to Han Chen earlier was silenced last night."

"I suspect that Han Chen was aware of our surveillance from the very beginning."

Ni Yongxiao sighed softly, his expression indifferent.

"never mind."

"Since Han Chen and his wife are already dead..."

"Whether or not we have this spoils of war is irrelevant; for the Ni family, it's merely icing on the cake."

He slowly got up and walked towards the restaurant, his tone gentle.

"Third Uncle, you haven't had breakfast yet, have you? Sit down and have something to eat with us."

"I instructed the servants to cook millet porridge, which is light and good for the stomach."

"Ha ha!"

"Ah-Xiao, I didn't even realize I was hungry until you said so."

Uncle San's tense expression relaxed, he smiled and got up, then followed him into the restaurant.

......

That afternoon, on the second-floor office of a bar on Portland Street in Mong Kok.

The spacious office was dimly lit.

Lin Bei leaned back lazily in the leather seat, his gaze slowly sweeping over the dozen or so tall, muscular men in front of him.

This group of men exuded a fierce aura of seasoned veterans, with sharp eyes and upright posture, completely different from the casual street thugs.

"Not bad, excellent physical condition, looks like he could easily take down a bull with one punch."

Lin Bei had a faint smile on his lips, and his tone was straightforward, full of approval.

Yaowen stepped forward with a respectful smile and took the initiative to introduce everyone to Lin Bei.

"Brother Bei, I'm glad you're satisfied."

He stepped aside to let the burly man with a buzz cut behind him pass, and then solemnly introduced him.

"This is the leader of this group of brothers, named Wang Jianjun."

Lin Bei looked up and saw a man with a neat buzz cut, a burly and strong build, sharp and angular facial features, and a fierce and intimidating look in his eyes. He looked very much like Chang Wei and had a very strong aura.

"The man next to Jianjun is his younger brother, Wang Jianguo."

Yaowen continued to introduce them one by one, his tone solemn.

"The others are Zhang San, Li Si, Wang Wu... They all participated in the Southern Xinjiang Campaign and are genuine veterans."

"These guys have top-notch physical abilities, willpower far exceeding that of ordinary people, and their execution is impeccable."

Lin Bei nodded in satisfaction, leaned forward slightly, and looked at everyone with sincere eyes.

"Brothers, you've come all the way from the north, hoping to earn more money and improve your families' lives."

"And I happen to be able to give you this opportunity."

"As long as you work for me with peace of mind, I guarantee you will live a life of luxury and have money to send back home every month so that your family can live a stable life."

These simple and straightforward words, without any fancy embellishments, accurately struck at everyone's weak spot.

A hint of emotion finally appeared on the previously calm faces of Wang Jianjun and his group.

He took half a step forward, his posture upright, his tone sincere and restrained.

"Mr. Lin, when Yaowen contacted us, I made a point of checking your identity."

"To be honest, we are all from regular military backgrounds and we don't want to get involved in the Hong Kong underworld and become thugs who fight and kill."

"If possible, Mr. Lin, please introduce us to a way to make money."

"Even if we brothers only get 40% of the profits, we'll be happy with it."

Wang Jianjun's frankness and bottom line piqued Lin Bei's interest.

"Brother Jianjun, I understand your concerns."

Lin Bei waved his hand, his tone serious.

"You are all battle-hardened veterans, with top-notch skills, courage, and execution."

"It would be a waste of your talents to have you roam the streets, fighting with ordinary gangsters with knives for territory."

He glanced around and his gaze settled on Wang Jianguo and the others.

"You should know that every year countless people flock to Hong Kong to pursue their dreams and make money."

"But in the end, most people either end up penniless and deported by the police, or they go astray."

"In the past two years, many brothers from the north have been eager for quick success and instant benefits, and have been quick to carry guns and throw bombs to make big profits. In the end, they have the life to make money but not the life to spend it."

The stark reality was cold and cruel. The bright eyes of Wang Jianguo and his group suddenly dimmed, and their expressions became somewhat solemn.

Wang Jianjun remained calm, bowed slightly, and spoke respectfully.

"Mr. Lin, we know you are exceptionally capable."

"Otherwise, it would be impossible to manage Mong Kok, a place where all sorts of people live in such a chaotic way, so well."

"We haven't been in Hong Kong for long, but everywhere we go we see crime and violence intertwined."

"Only in your jurisdiction can merchants operate in peace, citizens live and work in peace, and there are few disputes on the streets."

"That's why we brothers have come to seek refuge with you, hoping to find a way to make a living under your command."

"Also, please rest assured that we brothers are tight-lipped and will keep our secrets. As long as you give the order, we will complete the mission successfully, even at the cost of our lives."

Lin Bei's smile deepened, his eyes filled with admiration.

"You have backbone and resilience; I admire people like you who are pure and efficient."

He looked away, casually opened a drawer, took out a neatly bound paper document, and laid it flat on his desk.

"I plan to establish a formal security company, with an initial plan to recruit one hundred employees."

"Most of my men are street thugs who live a carefree life. They are undisciplined and have no rules. They are simply not qualified to wear suits and ties, work as security guards or bodyguards."

"Therefore, I plan to entrust you brothers with building the core team of the security company, so that it can be based in Hong Kong Island for the long term."

The prospect of a stable and respectable job, free from the dangers of fighting, instantly ignited a spark of excitement in Wang Jianjun and his team, their faces beaming with barely concealed joy.

Wang Jianjun suppressed his excitement and asked a question, his tone somewhat tentative.

"Mr. Lin, what is our monthly salary if we work as security personnel?"