Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

New York JFK Airport.

Several private jets were parked quietly on the tarmac, their engines emitting a low roar.

Su Ye walked down the gangway.

The cold November wind brushed against his cheeks, and he wrapped his dark gray cashmere coat tighter around his neck.

Having just escaped the encirclement of those vampires on Wall Street, the Nasdaq bells still seem to echo in my ears.

The silver thermos with its chipped paint was confiscated at security, and now my hand feels empty, like something is missing.

"Mr. Su, the car is arranged."

Shen Qinghan quickly followed in her high heels, holding a stack of freshly printed itineraries in her hand.

She looked at the man walking in front of her with a complicated expression.

Sihai Group has gone public.

Not only did they ring the bell, but they also managed to double the opening price despite being attacked by short-selling institutions on Wall Street.

This isn't a mob boss, this is the Wolf of Wall Street.

"Um."

Su Ye got into the back seat of the extended Lincoln.

He rubbed his aching temples, took out his phone, and dialed a number.

After two beeps, the call connected.

"Hey, Brother Su! You're back!"

Lei Hu's hoarse voice boomed through the airwaves, making Su Ye's eardrums ring.

"Brothers, everything's ready! Tonight we're going to Heaven on Earth... I mean, the InterContinental Hotel for a welcome dinner! I've even framed that CPA exam admission ticket and hung it right outside the security office!"

Lei Hu laughed like a two-hundred-pound idiot on the other end of the line.

Su Ye's lips curled into a cold smile.

"Forget about the welcome dinner. Have all the branch leaders, as well as the security and debt collection staff, gather at the old warehouse in the south of the city at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

His tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.

Lei Hu was stunned for a moment.

"The old warehouse in the south of the city? Brother Su, aren't we executives of a listed company? What are we doing going to that run-down place?"

He scratched his bald head. "Has some foolish gang tried to take over our territory again? I'll get the guys armed right away!"

"I'll copy your head!"

Su Ye cursed, "Bring your ID cards and driver's licenses. We'll issue you new uniforms tomorrow."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

The next morning, at the old warehouse in the south of the city.

This place used to be Bai Laogui's hideout for smuggling foreign liquor, and the air still smells of musty cardboard boxes.

Now it's been cleared out and is completely empty, with the bright incandescent lights on top shining glaringly.

Thousands of burly men, dressed in all sorts of suits, were crammed into the warehouse.

Some people had large gold chains around their necks, while others had half of their arms covered in tattoos of a blue dragon and a white tiger.

It was a mess, like a pot of boiling offal soup.

"Hey, you simpleton. What do you think Brother Su called us here for?"

Sanpang leaned closer, his chubby face scrunched up, "Are you handing out Nasdaq bonuses?"

Er Lengzi stroked his buzz cut and grinned sheepishly.

"Definitely! I saw it on TV yesterday; the person ringing the bell was so impressive. Now I'm a senior executive at a listed company; when I walk around, everyone calls me General Manager Li!"

Just then, the warehouse door was pushed open.

Su Ye walked in slowly, carrying his newly bought thermos.

Shen Qinghan followed behind, dragging a huge suitcase in her hand.

The crowd fell silent instantly, all turning to look at the entrance.

"Brother Su!"

Lei Hu rushed forward, obsequiously taking the suitcase. "You just got back and haven't even had a chance to rest. What treasure is in this suitcase? Is it a share subscription agreement?"

Su Ye ignored him.

I walked to an abandoned wooden crate and turned to face the dark mass of people.

He unscrewed the lid, took a sip of warm water, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

"Sihai Group has gone public."

Su Ye's voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"But that's just a game of the capital market. In Longhai City, on the land where we started, the real battle has only just begun."

He pointed to the suitcase in Shen Qinghan's hand.

"Open."

Shen Qinghan unzipped his pants and suddenly fell over.

With a "whoosh".

Piles of yellow clothes cascaded onto the floor like a waterfall.

The bright yellow windbreaker was eye-catching, with four bold black characters printed on the back: "The world is hungry".

Next to it is a cartoon deliveryman logo wearing a helmet and riding a small electric scooter.

The entire room fell silent.

Thousands of eyes were staring intently at the clothes on the ground, their eyeballs practically popping out of their sockets.

Lei Hu's mouth was wide open, big enough to fit a fist.

With trembling hands, he picked up a piece of clothing and examined it from all angles.

"Brother Su..."

His voice cracked, and it sounded like he was crying.

"What...what is this? A bulletproof vest?"

"Delivery uniform"

Su Ye pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes cold.

"Starting today, Sihai Group is entering the O2O food delivery market. It's called 'Sihai Ele.me'."

He pointed to the thousands of people below.

"You, all of you. Whether you're a gang leader, a high-ranking official, or a debt collector."

"Take off your suits and put on this. Go out and deliver takeout for me."

boom.

The warehouse was in an uproar.

It felt like being hit by a depth charge.

"What?! Delivering food?!"

The crow ripped off its tie and jumped up and down in a panic.

"Brother Su! We're the backbone of a listed company! I still have my CPA exam admission ticket in my hand!"

He pointed to his proud suit, "You want me to wear this tattered yellow vest to deliver boxed lunches? Where would I put my face! I used to be the boss of the South City gang!"

Kim Jong-un also joined in the wailing.

"That's right, Brother Su! With my build, even riding an electric scooter is a struggle; I could easily burst the tires."

He rubbed his belly fat, "I'm not going! I'd rather go back to the bathhouse for a scrub!"

Lei Hu was sweating profusely and rushed to Su Ye's side.

"Brother Su, it's not that the brothers are afraid of hardship."

He lowered his voice, trying to salvage some of the gang's dignity.

"This errand-running and food delivery job, can't we just hire some college students for part-time work? The guys under us have all seen blood and gore, it's a waste of their talents to do this."

He pointed at Er Lengzi, "Look at Er Lengzi's appearance! If he went to deliver food, the customers would think he was a loan shark. Who would dare eat it!"

Su Ye didn't laugh.

He picked up his thermos and walked up to Lei Hu.

His gaze was as sharp as two awls, piercing straight into Lei Hu's heart.

"Overkill?"

Su Ye snorted coldly, his voice as cold as ice.

"Do you think money in the capital market is so easy to get?"

He turned around and pointed to a map of Longhai City hanging on the warehouse wall.

"Internet traffic has peaked. The giants are all pouring money into lower-tier markets."

"Delivering food may seem like physical labor, but behind it lies a massive data network, the dining habits of millions of households, and the last three kilometers connecting online and offline."

Su Ye slammed his knuckles heavily on the map, making a dull "thump-thump" sound.

"This bone is the hardest to gnaw on, but also the fattest."

He turned his head and looked at the group of men who were still complaining.

"Recruit college students? Do college students know every nook and cranny of this city as well as you do?"

"Do college students have the stamina and escape routes you developed from being chased by cops all over the streets back in the day?"

"If a college student's order is stolen, would they dare to fight back?"

A barrage of questions left the entire audience speechless.

The crow opened its beak, wanting to refute, but couldn't find the words.

"This is called the battle for the lower-tier market."

Su Ye walked to the pile of yellow uniforms, casually kicked one up, and it landed precisely in Lei Hu's arms.

"If you don't understand, go to the grassroots level to hone your skills. Complete a thousand orders, then come back and talk to me about your status as a senior executive in a listed company."

He looked up and scanned the entire room.

"No way. Turn right now and you're out. You're forfeiting your share of the profits; just settle your bill and leave."

Nobody moved.

Thousands of people were immobilized by a spell.

Dividends from solid shares! That's millions of real money!

Who could bear to leave?

Lei Hu swallowed hard, gripping the yellow vest tightly in his hand.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, like a gambler driven to desperation.

"Dry!"

Lei Hu suddenly swung his arm, took off his suit jacket, and slammed it to the ground.

"It's just delivering food! I used to be able to carve out a street with a machete, and now I can be the fastest delivery rider in the country on an electric scooter!"

He quickly put on the yellow vest.

Although it was very tight, making the outline of his chest muscles very visible, it looked somewhat comical.

"Guys! Change your clothes!"

Lei Hu turned and roared, "We'll fight wherever Brother Su points! Anyone who chickens out is a son of a bitch!"

"Splash, splash."

The sound of clothes being taken off echoed from inside the warehouse.

Thousands of suits were casually tossed aside.

Moments later, the originally dark crowd turned into a dazzling bright yellow ocean.

Su Ye looked at the group of suit-clad thugs who had changed their appearance and nodded in satisfaction.

He picked up his thermos and took a sip of water.

"Secretary Shen."

He turned his head and called out.

Shen Qinghan was taking notes in her notebook when she heard the sound and quickly went over.

"President Su."

She looked at the group of burly men in yellow robes, and her lips twitched involuntarily.

The art style is so jarring.

"Notify the purchasing department."

Su Ye pushed up his glasses.

"Order five thousand top-of-the-line electric scooters. They need large battery capacity and good shock absorption."

His tone revealed a ruthless determination to win.

"I'm going to show these competitors what I'm capable of."

What is the real "race against time"?