Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

In the southern part of Longhai City, in the old neighborhoods and alleys.

The rain has just stopped.

The alley was so narrow that only one tricycle could pass at a time, and the bluestone pavement was full of potholes and muddy puddles left by yesterday's heavy rain.

The food carts selling fried skewers and grilled cold noodles were squeezed together on both sides, and the air was filled with the smell of cumin mixed with coal smoke.

Skinny Monkey, wearing a Meituan blue vest, straddled a Luyuan electric scooter.

He glanced at his phone with annoyance.

"Damn, we're almost over time again."

He touched the ground with his toes, and the electric scooter shuffled forward two steps, the wheels running over a puddle and splashing up a cloud of mud.

The road ahead is blocked.

Three bright yellow Sihai Jisuda electric scooters were lined up in a row, blocking the entrance of a shop selling braised chicken.

Three burly men in yellow vests were squatting on the steps, slurping down their boxed lunches.

The skinny monkey recognized him as someone from the "Hungry Ghosts of the Four Seas" group.

Yesterday, it was this group of crazy people who carried their electric scooters through flooded tunnels in the pouring rain and managed to snatch up all the orders on Meituan.

"Hey! Hey! Move aside, you in front!"

Skinny Monkey was furious and pressed his thumb firmly against the horn.

"Beep—beep beep!"

The piercing sound of an electric horn blared through the narrow alley.

"Are you blind?! You're blocking the way!"

The three people in yellow vests in front stopped eating with their chopsticks.

The man in the middle turned his head.

The skinny monkey's hand froze on the horn button, and his Adam's apple bobbed suddenly.

What kind of face was that?

His face was full of fleshy muscles, and a scar running from the corner of his eye to his chin looked like a centipede.

To make matters worse, he unzipped his jacket halfway because of the heat.

It revealed a black, tight-fitting tank top underneath.

On a thick arm, a blue dragon tattoo, baring its fangs and claws, spread all the way to the back of the hand.

"Gulp."

The skinny monkey swallowed hard, and a layer of white sweat broke out on his back.

It’s over.

This is a real mess with the big shots in the underworld!

This isn't a food delivery guy, this is clearly a gangster who just finished stabbing someone and is out for a late-night snack!

The scarred man put down the boxed lunch he was holding.

He rubbed his greasy hands on his trouser leg twice.

He stood up, his 200-plus-pound frame like a black tower, blocking out most of the streetlights in the alley.

One step, two steps.

Scarface waded through the mud puddles and walked toward Skinny Monkey.

The skinny monkey's legs went weak, and he wanted to turn around and run away.

But the alley was too narrow, and the electric scooter couldn't turn around at all.

"B-Big brother...I...I didn't mean to..."

His teeth were chattering and making a grinding sound, and tears were welling up in his eyes.

"I... I was just in a rush to deliver an order... Please be magnanimous and just ignore me!"

He closed his eyes, covered his head with his hands, and braced himself for a beating.

"brother."

A deep, rough voice sounded overhead.

There was no slap or fist as expected.

The skinny monkey cautiously opened a crack in the door.

Scarface was bending over, his big face close to his.

A surprisingly benevolent smile appeared on that ferocious face.

It's uglier than crying.

"Hey bro, were you honking your horn just now because you were in a rush to deliver an order?"

Scarface spoke very softly, as if he were coaxing a child.

"Yes, yes..." the skinny monkey stammered, his legs trembling like a leaf.

"Sigh, it's not easy for anyone."

Scarface sighed and reached his large, fan-like hand into the inside pocket of his windbreaker.

The skinny monkey gasped.

He's pulling out a knife! He's about to pull out a knife!

result.

Scarface pulled out a small booklet with curled edges from repeated readings.

The cover is red and has the national emblem printed on it.

The Road Traffic Safety Law of the People's Republic of China.

"Brother, judging from your face, you seem like an honest man."

Scarface opened the booklet, his stubby fingers smeared with saliva, and turned the pages.

"But as the saying goes, there are countless roads, but safety is the most important."

He pointed to a line of words in the book and read it aloud, word by word.

According to Article 47 of the Road Traffic Law, motor vehicles shall slow down when approaching pedestrian crossings. When pedestrians are crossing the pedestrian crossing, motor vehicles shall stop and yield.

After he finished reading, he raised his head, his large, copper-bell-like eyes staring at the skinny monkey.

"There are a lot of people in this alley. If you honk your horn to urge them on, what if you bump into an elderly person?"

The skinny monkey was dumbfounded.

His mouth was agape, and his head was buzzing.

What kind of magical plot is this?

A burly man with a face full of scars and tattooed arms was explaining traffic regulations to him.

This is even more terrifying than being stabbed with a knife!

What conspiracy lies behind this?

"Big brother is right! I was wrong! I'll never honk my horn again!"

The skinny monkey nodded repeatedly, his voice trembling with tears, like a chick pecking at rice.

Two other people in yellow vests also came over.

One of them was a simpleton.

He scratched his buzz cut sheepishly, pulled a chipped apple from his pocket, and stuffed it into the skinny monkey's hand.

"Brother, calm down. Our Brother Su said that colleagues are also friends, and we can't bully others just because we're in the same industry."

Er Lengzi pointed to the puddle on the ground.

"The road is slippery, so ride your bike slowly. If you break your leg, Meituan won't cover your medical expenses. We at Sihai do pay for social insurance and housing fund."

The skinny monkey was holding the apple.

Looking at these three seemingly benevolent thugs in suits.

Their psychological defenses completely collapsed.

He threw the apple into the bicycle basket.

He scrambled off the electric scooter.

"I'm not delivering anymore! I can't do this job anymore!"

The skinny monkey roared, ripped off his blue vest, and threw it hard into the mud.

"Brother! I don't want this electric scooter anymore! You can have it! I'm going back to my hometown to farm! The waters in Longhai City are too murky!"

Done.

The skinny monkey scrambled out of the alley without daring to look back.

Scarface watched him flee in disarray and scratched his bald head.

"Hey, why did this guy run away? I haven't explained the clauses about work injury compensation in the Labor Law to him yet."

He sighed and stuffed the traffic regulations back into his pocket.

"Young people these days have such poor mental fortitude."

……

Early the next morning.

Shenzhen, Meituan headquarters.

Zhou Bapi, sporting dark circles under his eyes, was throwing a tantrum in his office.

"What's going on?! The rider turnover rate in Longhai City has skyrocketed by 40% overnight!"

He slammed a stack of reports onto the table, scattering the papers everywhere.

"Old Liu! What the hell are you good for! You threw in 50 million in subsidies and couldn't even keep one person?"

Lao Liu, the area manager of Longhai, stood in front of his desk.

His face was paler than a sheet of paper, and cold sweat dripped down his chin from his forehead.

He swallowed hard, his voice trembling like leaves in the cold wind.

"Mr. Zhou...it's really not my fault."

"Those guys from 'Are You Hungry?'...they're not human!"

Old Liu, his hands trembling, opened a video on his phone and handed it to Zhou Bapi.

"Take a look at this. This was secretly taken by one of our former riders."

In the video.

It is a narrow stairwell in an urban village.

The light was dim.

Several riders in yellow vests from all over the world were lined up in a row.

Everyone was holding a book and muttering to themselves.

"What are they doing?" Zhou Bapi asked, frowning.

"They are reciting... the 'Public Security Administration Punishment Law'."

Old Liu explained with a sob in his voice.

"Whenever our riders encounter them, they don't fight or steal orders."

"Then, those people surrounding us, read the law aloud to them."

"When they encounter a rider with a bad temper who wants to fight, they all turn on their body cameras. Then they tell our riders that assault is illegal and they will have to pay for lost wages, nutritional expenses, and emotional distress..."

Zhou Bapi gasped in shock upon hearing this.

He plopped down in the boss's chair.

Is this a food delivery person?

This is clearly a law education brigade armed to the teeth!

"Our riders were all terrified by their ruthless attitude."

Old Liu wiped away his tears.

"There was a young man named Wang Qiang who was surrounded by them and forced to recite the Contract Law for half an hour. He was so scared that he sold his electric scooter for two hundred yuan to a scrap collector that very night and fled back to his hometown by train."

He said the food delivery industry in Longhai City is too corrupt; even to deliver food, you need a law degree.

The office was deathly silent.

Zhou Bapi slumped in his chair, feeling his blood pressure rush to the top of his head.

He was proud of the subsidy war and the crushing power of capital.

He looked like a joke in front of these unpredictable, suit-clad thugs.

You talk to him about money, he talks to you about life.

You want to fight him, but he uses the law to reason with you.

How the hell are we supposed to play this?!

……

at the same time.

Chairman's office, top floor of Sihai Building.

Su Ye sat in the executive chair.

Holding the silver thermos in his hand, he slowly blew on the plump goji berries on the surface of the water.

On the computer screen, Ele.me's market share in Longhai City has exceeded 80%.

It exhibits an overwhelming monopoly advantage.

"President Su."

Shen Qinghan walked in, wearing high heels.

Dressed in a smart business suit, holding a thick customer feedback report in his hand.

She pushed up her black-rimmed glasses and looked at Su Ye with a complicated expression.

"Meituan's delivery capacity in Longhai City has been basically paralyzed. They have suffered a severe loss of riders."

"Um."

Su Ye took a sip of warm water, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"As expected."

Shen Qinghan opened the report, her brows furrowing slightly.

"However, our platform recently received a negative review complaint."

She placed a printed complaint form on her desk.

"It was given by a high-level white-collar worker living in the old town. He said that our delivery riders were rude and crushed the food containers, spilling the soup."

"The customer is demanding compensation and a public apology from the platform. Otherwise, they threaten to expose us on Weibo."

Su Ye glanced at the complaint form.

A barely perceptible cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"The lunchbox is dented?"

He tapped his fingers lightly twice on the solid wood table.

"The reputation of Sihai Group cannot be ruined by its service attitude."

He raised his head and looked at Shen Qinghan.

"Let the newly appointed customer service manager handle it. Customer satisfaction is essential."

Su Ye's lips curled into a meaningful smile.

"I remember, the new customer service manager's name is Liu Feng?"