Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

The sound of the money counting machine echoed in the basement of the Jin Ding Teahouse.

Splash!

The banknotes move so fast they're like a motor.

Qian Donglai nestled in a rosewood armchair.

The fat on his stomach stretched his traditional Chinese jacket, creating several unsightly creases.

Two walnuts with a patina spun in his hands, making a clicking sound.

"No, no one's borrowing money anymore..."

A henchman wearing a gold necklace swallowed hard.

The toes of their shoes rubbed nervously against the red carpet.

"Brother Qian, those gambling addicts on South Street, and their henchmen."

"They all went to deliver food!"

Qian Donglai paused, his wrist snapping.

The walnut got stuck between my fleshy fingers.

"Delivering takeout?"

He lifted half of his eyelid, revealing fine red blood vessels under his eyes.

"How many coins can those yellow-skinned rats make? Faster than me making money dealing dominoes?"

The younger brother wiped the cold sweat that had seeped from his neck.

"Sihai offers a base salary of 5,000! Plus, they pay for five social insurances and one housing fund!"

"They deduct 500 yuan for every second over the time limit. When those guys get desperate, they'll even fly over traffic lights."

"Now even some of us debt collectors are carrying insulated boxes and running around collecting debts."

"They said they were afraid of falling behind and not getting commissions, and thus not receiving their year-end bonus."

boom.

Qian Donglai smashed the walnuts onto the purple clay tea tray.

Tea splashed everywhere.

A drop of scalding hot Pu'er tea landed on the back of his younger brother's hand, making him wince and wince.

"Cut off my source of income."

Qian Donglai was panting heavily, and the jade Buddha on his chest swayed violently.

"That brat Su Ye, his eating manners are too disgusting!"

He grabbed the gold-rimmed cigar from the table and put it in his teeth.

Sparks flew out from the lighter's grinding wheel.

Take a deep breath.

The pungent smell of tobacco instantly filled the windowless, enclosed room.

"His takeout stalls are so big, the money he burns every day is a bottomless pit."

Qian Donglai sneered, revealing a mouthful of yellowed, smoked teeth.

"Contact Old Zhao in the North City, and those underground banks in the East District."

"Doesn't Sihai Construction still have two bridge loans tied up with us?"

"Take them all back! You're deliberately trying to humiliate him!"

Qian Donglai pointed his finger, which was holding a cigar, in the air.

"When I was playing with money, Su Ye was still pissing in the mud!"

"Let's see how he pays his salary this time!"

On the other end.

Finance Department, 4th Floor, Sihai Building.

The sound of keyboard typing was like a downpour hitting a tin roof.

Chen Suan stared intently at the computer screen.

His black-rimmed glasses had slipped down to his nasal bone, and he couldn't even spare a moment to push them away.

The door hinges made a slight grinding sound.

Zhou Ming, clutching the gold-embossed model worker certificate, scurried in along the wall like a mouse.

His oversized black suit was still damp with snowmelt that had drifted in from outside.

"Old Chen."

Zhou Ming approached the desk.

He lowered his voice and glanced twice towards the outside of the corridor.

"Um... are you busy?"

Chen Suan didn't even look up.

Fingers flew across the keypad as they typed a string of numbers.

"Spit it out."

His voice was dry, carrying a hint of feverish heat from staying up all night.

"Director Li forced me to come back and look at our... account books."

Zhou Ming spoke the words "account book" very softly, even holding back his breath.

"The food delivery subsidies are burning through cash so fast, that's tens of thousands of salaries at stake. Our company's cash flow... is it not in trouble?"

He stared intently at Chen Suan's profile.

His fingernails were digging into the cardboard of the model worker certificate.

As soon as the funding chain is cut off, Su Ye will have to use the overseas illicit funds to save the market.

The bureau chief was sharpening his knives in the rear, just waiting for the signal to close the net.

Chen Suan finally stopped typing.

He turned his neck stiffly.

His eyes were bloodshot from staying up all night, and he looked at people with a murderous aura.

"Broken?"

Chen Suan forced out a cold laugh.

With a flick of his wrist, he tossed a financial statement that was lying under the keyboard over.

The piece of paper fluttered lightly and landed on Zhou Ming's chest.

"See for yourself."

"Those old bastards, Qian Donglai, teamed up this morning to withdraw loans."

Chen Suan rubbed his temples, pressing his fingertips into his skin and leaving red marks.

"Three hundred million in bridge financing. With the shortened term, the principal and interest must be repaid before sunset tomorrow."

"If we don't pay back, they'll take the IOU to the court and apply to freeze our company account."

Zhou Ming's pupils dilated instantly.

He grabbed the report.

The papers rustled as he gripped them tightly.

"Three hundred million! This is like pressure to collect a debt!"

Zhou Ming almost couldn't hold back his grin, which stretched all the way to his ears, and his heart was pounding in his chest.

Can Su Ye fill this hole without taking shortcuts this time?

boom.

The door to the finance office was kicked open.

The door lock slammed against the wall, chipping off a small piece of plaster.

Lei Hu was wearing a bright yellow windproof jacket.

Rainwater streamed down the scar on his bald head.

He was breathing heavily, his shoes leaving a trail of muddy footprints on the polished tiles.

"Old Chen!"

Lei Hu's raspy voice made the leaves of the pothos plants in the room tremble twice.

"Brother Su is telling you to get to his office right now!"

He stared with wide, bull-like eyes, his large, fan-like hands patting the side of his thighs.

"Those bastards, Qian Donglai, sent men to block our delivery trucks at the West City Logistics Station!"

"They even held up the IOU and shouted through a loudspeaker that Sihai was about to go bankrupt!"

Chen Suan felt a sharp pain in his stomach.

He grabbed the briefcase from the table.

As I passed Zhou Ming, I nudged him with my elbow.

"Go and prepare your report on the successful operation."

Chen Suan looked distressed, his voice weak.

"This time, I can't save the day either."

The chairman's office on the top floor.

A faint sound of water flowing could be heard from the radiator.

The air is filled with the faint, sweet aroma of goji berries and red dates.

Su Ye sat in a large rosewood executive chair.

Legs crossed, coat hem draped over the back of chair.

He was holding the silver thermos that had just been filled with hot water.

He blew on the rim of the cup.

He didn't look upset or worried at all.

The door was kicked open without knocking.

Lei Hu led Chen Suan in and rushed in.

"Brother Su!"

Lei Hu was so anxious that he jumped up and down on the spot, his leather shoes rubbing the carpet so hard that it formed a layer of lint.

"The outside world is in complete chaos! Those bastards from the underground banks are playing dirty tricks!"

He grabbed Chen Suan and pushed him in front of the desk.

"Old Chen said that all the cash in the company's account was used to buy electric delivery scooters and to issue subsidies."

Lei Hu swallowed hard.

The veins on his neck bulged out one by one.

"Or... I could bring a few hundred brothers."

He lowered his voice, his eyes revealing a raw, ruthless glint of street thugs.

"Go and burn down Qian Donglai's teahouse? Tie him up first, and the debt will naturally be settled."

Su Ye raised his eyelids.

The lenses of the gold-rimmed glasses reflected the incandescent light from the ceiling.

"Did you order?"

He put down his thermos.

The bottom of the metal cup hit the glass tabletop.

when.

The sound was crisp and clear.

"If you go to his teahouse now, he can use this as an excuse to legally freeze the property rights of our Sihai Building tomorrow."

Su Ye interlaced his fingers and rested them on the edge of the table.

"They're waiting for us to resort to desperate measures and break the law."

Chen Suan stood to the side, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

He looked at Su Ye's face.

My little scheme started churning wildly inside me.

It's all over.

With no other options, the gang leader will inevitably resort to using that illicit money whose origins cannot be traced.

The chief's operation to round up the suspects is tonight!

"Mr. Su, Mr. Su."

Chen Suan pushed up his glasses and stammered as he spoke.

"Our domestic accounts are being closely monitored by several banks, making it impossible to make large-scale transfers."

He tentatively took half a step forward.

"How about... we use those reserve funds you have overseas... held in trust?"

Su Ye turned his head away.

He stared at Chen Suan.

His eyes were as deep as a dry well.

Chen Suan felt a chill run down his spine from being stared at, thinking that his undercover identity was about to be exposed.

"Reserve funds?"

Su Ye let out a soft laugh.

He leaned back in his chair and picked up a Parker pen from the table.

The pen tip spun twice between my fingers.

"You expect me to use that kind of shady stuff to balance the legal accounts on the market?"

He tapped his knuckles on the table.

"Chen Suan, you spent a few years 'gilding' your resume on Wall Street."

"Have you only learned this nouveau riche's way of dealing with people?"

Chen Suan's mouth was agape.

My jaw almost dislocated.

How are you going to fill this 300 million yuan debt hole if you don't use dirty money?

Are you going to sell the Sihai Building?

Su Ye threw the pen on the table.

"Qian Donglai wants to wage a financial war."

He took out a trading license document in English that had just been faxed from Nasdaq from the drawer.

The paper was spread out with a rustling sound.

"Then teach him what a legitimate financial dimensional reduction attack is."

Su Ye stood up, the hem of his coat brushing against the armrest of the chair.

He walked up to Chen Suan.

"go."

"Use the overseas options of my Sihai Group's listed entity as collateral."

Su Ye patted Chen Suan's stiff shoulder.

"Using the short-selling mechanism in the secondary market, they manipulated the stock indices of his underground banks' related companies."

"He wants to take 300 million from me."

"You're in the legal business; just drain his entire fund pool."

He bent down slightly and stared into Chen Suan's eyes.

"Old Chen, taking a legal knife to chop up this kind of local tyrant, you're a Wall Street trader..."

"You're not going to tell me you've gotten rusty, are you?"