Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

The narrow security door was pushed open completely.

Ms. Wang was pressed against the door frame; her face, hidden under the black face mask, was probably already pale.

She watched as the four burly men in suits squeezed into her small studio apartment, which was less than 40 square meters.

Sun Xiaohou deftly took off his backpack and slammed it onto the composite wood floor with a "bang".

The bag was unzipped, revealing a bunch of pipe wrenches, spanners, waterproof tape, and an old plunger.

These are all his belongings, which he usually uses to repair computers and unclog sewers while working in the bureau's internet monitoring department.

"Miss Wang, please rest! We'll do the heavy work!"

Gao Qiang ripped off the red tie that was choking him and tossed his suit jacket onto the sofa.

The tight white shirt underneath was visible.

He strode into the bathroom, his leather shoes creaking on the flooded tiles.

"Oh...no need, really no need to trouble yourself..."

Miss Wang stammered, her calves twitching.

She wanted to stop them, but didn't dare to step forward.

The tall man looked like a construction foreman; his rough, large hands could probably crush her neck more easily than crushing a brick.

A loud, raspy voice came from the bathroom.

"Hey little monkey! Hand me the size 12 wrench! This angle valve is stripped!"

Sun Xiaohou grabbed a wrench and ran inside excitedly.

"Alright, Qiang-ge! The drainpipe's a bit clogged too, I'll get a plunger to clear it!"

In a short time.

The once quiet apartment was now filled with the clanging of metal and the hissing of pipes being unclogged.

Zhou Ming stood awkwardly in the center of the living room, holding the oversized fruit basket.

He turned and glanced at Chen Suan.

Chen Suan was still holding the bouquet of flowers, his black-rimmed glasses fogged up with nervousness.

He's a top finance graduate from a provincial department; in his entire life, besides accounting, he's never done this kind of door-to-door service work.

"Um..."

Zhou Mingqing cleared his throat, trying to break the awkward silence.

He pointed to the fruit basket.

"Miss Wang, these cherries are imported, they're very sweet. Would you...would you like some?"

"Just put it on the table."

Miss Wang pointed to the coffee table, her voice trembling.

She looked at the two big men standing straight in the living room, like two guardian deities.

He had some doubts.

Has Sihai Group gone mad? They send repairmen and bodyguards to my door for after-sales service when I deliver takeout?

"Tick-tock".

The ceiling light in the living room suddenly flickered.

The light bulb emitted a faint buzzing sound, and it looked like it was about to go out.

Zhou Ming looked up and glanced at it.

His eyes lit up instantly.

This is a chance to shine! Otherwise, I'll have to clean the toilet when I get back!

"Chen Suan! Put the flowers down!"

Zhou Ming gave a low shout and put the fruit basket on the coffee table.

"Bring a chair over here!"

Chen hurriedly put down the flowers and moved a dining chair over.

Zhou Ming stepped onto a chair, stretched out his arm, and quickly removed the broken light bulb.

"Ms. Wang, do you have any spare light bulbs?"

Zhou Ming turned his head and asked, a fawning smile on his face.

"It's in...it's in the drawer under the TV cabinet," Ms. Wang said, pointing from the corner of the sofa.

Chen Suan quickly squatted down and started rummaging through the drawers.

He casually picked up the two bulging black garbage bags piled up next to the TV cabinet.

"Manager Liu, this garbage is starting to smell."

Chen Suan pinched his nose, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Give it to me! Give it to me! I'll go down and pour it out!"

Zhou Ming snatched the trash bag away, saying, "This is all part of the service!"

He changed the light bulb, jumped off the chair, grabbed two bags of trash, and ran out the door.

His movements were incredibly swift.

Ms. Wang was completely dumbfounded.

She ripped off the face mask, revealing a delicate but terrified face.

The service attitude of the Sihai Group can no longer be described as "good".

This is absolutely outrageous!

Four burly men in suits.

One was fixing the toilet, one was unclogging the drain, one was changing a light bulb, and another was taking out the trash?

This isn't customer service; it's more like a 24/7 personal male servant!

Less than ten minutes.

The sound of water running in the bathroom stopped.

Gao Qiang washed his hands, dried them with a tissue, and strode out.

A few water droplets splashed on the white shirt.

"It's all set, Ms. Wang. We've replaced the angle valve and cleared the drain. It won't leak again."

He smiled sheepishly, revealing two rows of white teeth.

Zhou Ming also returned, panting, carrying an empty garbage bag.

"The trash cans downstairs are too full, so I've taken them to the big garbage station outside the complex for you."

The four grown men stood in a row again in the living room.

Although his suit was a bit wrinkled, his expression was incredibly sincere.

"Miss Wang."

Zhou Ming rubbed his hands together and bent over slightly.

"So... are you satisfied with this service?"

Miss Wang swallowed hard.

She shakily pulled out her phone and opened the Sihai Short Video app.

"I'm very, very satisfied! I'm extremely satisfied!"

Her voice was trembling with tears.

"Guys, I'll delete the bad reviews right now! I'll delete them immediately!"

My fingers flew across the screen a few times.

The red negative review disappeared instantly.

Not only that.

Ms. Wang's hand trembled, and she clicked on the tipping interface.

These people are terrifying; their service is so good it's like they're serving a last meal before someone's execution.

She wouldn't feel at ease unless she gave him some money.

"bite."

Zhou Ming's work phone rang in his pocket.

He took it out and his eyes widened instantly.

[Received a tip of 100 yuan from customer Wang xx.]

"this……"

Zhou Ming stared at the bright red numbers on the screen, his Adam's apple bobbing twice with difficulty.

He looked up at Miss Wang, who was trembling across from him.

My heart felt like a jumbled mess of emotions, a mixture of sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy flavors.

He was a veteran policeman who had worked for ten years.

He earns a fixed salary of 2,500 yuan a month in the bureau, and has to eat instant noodles every day for the 500 yuan undercover allowance.

What now?

He and his buddies simply fixed a toilet and emptied the trash.

The customer not only deleted the negative review, but also gave him a tip of 100 yuan!

This money came too easily!

Moreover, it's all legal and compliant, not even remotely related to any violations!

"Thank you, Ms. Wang."

Zhou Ming's eyes welled up with tears, and he almost shed one.

He took a screenshot of the 100 yuan tip text message and saved it on his phone.

He silently shouted it in his heart.

"I'm sorry, Chief... this money is perfectly clean."

……

Early the next morning.

Longhai People's Hall.

The annual commendation meeting for model workers in Longhai City is being held in a grand manner.

The red carpet stretched from the main entrance all the way to the podium.

The audience was filled with outstanding representatives from all walks of life.

Li Jianguo, dressed in a crisp police overcoat, sat in the first row on the left side of the podium.

The old man held an enamel teacup, his brows furrowed, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

In recent days, the Ele.me delivery teams have been rushing through the streets, causing chaos in traffic.

He sent traffic police to investigate, but they found that everyone was following traffic rules and they couldn't even find an excuse to run a red light.

"Next, we will present the city's model workers awards for the service industry this year."

The host's voice echoed throughout the Great Hall of the People.

"The award winner is—Mr. Liu Feng, Customer Service Manager of Sihai Holdings Group!"

"puff--"

Li Jianguo spat out the mouthful of hot tea he had just taken a sip of.

Brown tea splashed onto the mahogany table in front of me.

He suddenly raised his head, his presbyopic eyes wide open as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

The veins on his neck bulged instantly, like several writhing earthworms.

Liu Feng?

Zhou Ming? !

His old subordinate, who had worked in the police station's logistics and communications department for ten years and hadn't even earned a third-class merit award!

I've only been working as a customer service manager at Sihai Group for six months.

He somehow became a city-wide model worker?!

Captain Gu, sitting in the back row, gasped.

He touched the scar on the back of his head, his head buzzing.

The undercover agents sent out didn't investigate the shady accounts; they just went to get commendations and awards.

Amid thunderous applause.

Zhou Ming was wearing a brand new dark blue suit with a big red flower pinned to his chest.

They strode confidently and proudly onto the podium.

He had a proud smile on his face and even waved to the audience.

Mayor Chen personally handed the certificate of honor and medal to Zhou Ming.

"Manager Liu, the city highly recognizes the service attitude of your Sihai Group."

Mayor Chen patted Zhou Ming on the shoulder, his face beaming.

"I heard your customer service team not only apologizes well, but they also help customers fix toilets and empty trash. What do you call that? That's what you call treating customers like family!"

"Mayor, you flatter me. It's all thanks to President Su's excellent guidance."

Zhou Ming held the certificate in both hands, facing the microphone, his voice loud and clear.

"Our guiding principle is to serve the people wholeheartedly!"

The audience erupted in applause once again.

Li Jianguo sat in the audience, his enamel mug almost crushed in his hand.

He stared intently at the smug undercover liaison officer on the stage.

His teeth were grinding together, making a loud clattering sound.

"Serving the people wholeheartedly..."

The old man was so angry that his chest heaved violently like a bellows.

"That's our police force's motto! You bastard, how dare you use it for food delivery customer service!"

He pulled out his phone from his pocket and, with trembling fingers, sent a text message to Zhou Ming.

[After you get down here, come to the station to see me immediately! Explain clearly what happened to your "model worker" status!]

The text message has just been sent.

Su Ye, who was sitting not far from Li Jianguo, suddenly turned his head.

He was wearing a dark gray cashmere coat and carrying a thermos.

The gold-rimmed glasses reflected the cold light of the auditorium.

"Director Li."

Su Ye's voice was calm, with a hint of mockery.

"Our Manager Liu received the model worker award, but you don't look too well."

He took a sip of water, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Don't you think our Sihai company culture is a bit more advanced than the Municipal Bureau's?"