Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

The morning breeze, carrying a hint of dampness, swept across the uneven concrete ground of the logistics park.

"Crackling and popping—"

The inferior electronic firecrackers hung on a rusty iron frame, their loudspeakers emitting distorted celebratory sounds.

Zhao Tianba covered his ears.

He glanced down at his brand-new fluorescent green delivery uniform, then tugged at his crotch, and awkwardly gasped.

"What the hell is this material? It's so tight it's making my thighs cramp."

Above their heads was a huge signboard that was a full five meters wide.

It was just installed last night.

The green background with white lettering reads "Express Delivery to All Seas," and the paint on the edges is not yet completely dry, emitting a pungent formaldehyde smell.

The gate was open.

Dozens of heavy trucks lined up in a long queue.

The front of the car was painted a glaring eco-friendly green, and the exhaust pipe was spewing out black smoke with a loud rumble.

Su Ye held the stainless steel thermos cup, stood on the steps, and sniffed.

"Old Zhao, remember this. No matter what happens on the road, smile first."

Su Ye tapped the cup with the lid, producing a crisp metallic sound.

"We're delivery drivers, it's the service industry. If anyone dares to dent a corner of a customer's package, I'll deduct half a month's performance bonus from their paycheck."

Zhao Tianba quickly pulled his hand out of his pocket and stood up straight.

"Don't worry, Mr. Su! The guys stayed up all night memorizing that technique... I also jotted down a few notes."

He stammered for a moment, then forced a smile that looked more like a grimace into his fleshy face.

"Absolutely, absolutely no trouble. If I'm one minute over the time limit, I'll twist my head off and use it as a chamber pot for you."

Su Ye rolled his eyes, turned around and waved his hand.

"Let's go."

The convoy of heavy trucks roared out of Longhai City and plunged onto the bumpy dirt road.

The carriage was filled with the pungent smell of diesel fuel, mixed with the sweat and acidity of more than fifty burly men.

After a bumpy ride of nearly 200 kilometers, we turned onto a remote section of national highway.

The lead truck suddenly slammed on its brakes.

The tires left two deep grooves on the sandy road, kicking up clouds of yellow dust.

Zhao Tianba was sitting in the passenger seat when his forehead almost hit the windshield.

"Why the hell did you hit the brakes?! Do you even know how to drive?!"

His eyes widened, and he slapped the dial, causing the plastic ornaments on it to fall to the ground with a thud.

The driver pointed ahead, his hands trembling.

"Brother Zhao... no, no, Station Master Zhao. There's someone blocking the way ahead."

About ten meters ahead.

Four or five large rocks, each about half a person's height, were blocking the road completely.

Several young men with dyed yellow and red hair leaned crookedly against the rocks.

He was carrying a rusty water pipe in his hand, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, looking every bit the big shot.

The blond-haired leader tapped the iron pipe in his hand, making a crisp sound.

"Turn off the engine! Get out and pay the toll!"

He yelled at the top of his lungs, spitting everywhere, "Can't you see we're repairing the road?! A thousand yuan per vehicle, not a penny less, and none of you are passing today!"

Zhao Tianba took a deep breath.

The anger in my chest surged straight to the top of my head.

He was already furious about wearing that tattered green outfit, and now some vagrant dared to block his way.

"Holy crap, is there really such a good thing in this day and age?"

Zhao Tianba reached out to touch his waist, but found nothing.

The knife was confiscated yesterday, and now I only have a utility knife for opening packages in my pocket.

He gritted his teeth and shoved open the heavy car door.

With a loud "bang".

Zhao Tianba jumped out of the car, his leather boots crunching on the gravel.

The dozen or so large trucks behind also braked in succession.

The hissing sound of the airlock leaking filled the air.

One car door after another was pushed open.

More than fifty burly men dressed in black suits and ties jumped out of the cargo container like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

Although they weren't carrying weapons, the murderous aura they had honed through years of risking their lives was impossible to conceal.

Dozens of people remained silent.

They stood expressionless in three rows behind Zhao Tianba, staring intently at the few thugs in front of them.

The blond-haired man, who had been so arrogant just moments before, dropped the half-smoked cigarette into the mud with a "plop."

The sparks scalded his feet, but he didn't dare to flinch.

His gaze passed over the group of thugs in suits and landed on the license plate of the lead heavy truck.

Although it was painted with a thick layer of green paint, the "Sihai" logo welded to the front bumper still revealed a faint outline.

Let's take a look at Zhao Tianba, who is in charge.

That iconic bald head, and the section of a blue dragon's tail sticking out from behind his neck.

The blond-haired man's knees buckled suddenly.

The iron pipe in his hand clattered to the ground, kicking up a small cloud of dust.

"Zhao... Boss Zhao?"

Yellow Hair's teeth started chattering, and his upper and lower lips trembled as if they were being tossed about in the wind.

"You...you've switched to delivering goods?"

Zhao Tianba flexed his wrist, and his knuckles cracked.

He was about to act on his old temper and rush up to give the kid two slaps.

Suddenly, Su Ye's face flashed through my mind as he calculated with a calculator, along with the phrase I recited last night: "Three years minimum penalty for provoking trouble."

Zhao Tianba forced a smile, revealing what he considered a kind one.

He put his hands behind his back and tried to keep his voice down.

"What 'Boss Zhao'? Call him Station Chief Zhao."

Zhao Tianba pointed to the logo on the clothes, "We're a legitimate courier company. What did you say you were going to do?"

Looking at his smile, which was more terrifying than crying, Huang Mao felt a surge of heat in his crotch.

A few drops of yellowish liquid dripped down his trouser leg onto the dry, muddy ground.

"Repair...repair the road!"

The blond-haired man was so frightened that his voice changed, becoming as shrill as a rooster being choked.

"We're...we're a volunteer road-building team from a nearby village! This stone...yes, this stone is to block people from walking through the ditch!"

The red-haired and green-haired guys behind them also realized what was happening.

He threw down the iron pipe in his hand and scrambled towards the several large rocks weighing hundreds of kilograms in the middle of the road.

"Get out of the way! Don't block Station Chief Zhao's car!"

The thugs used every ounce of strength they had, digging their nails until they bled, and managed to move the stone to the side of the road.

Zhao Tianba gave a satisfied hum.

"The young man is very considerate. This road is indeed bumpy, which affects our delivery time."

He patted the blond-haired man on the shoulder, his hand covered in sweat and mud.

"Since we're repairing the road on a voluntary basis, let's do it properly. If there are still potholes on the road when our convoy returns tomorrow morning..."

Zhao Tianba narrowed his eyes slightly.

"This pit, it looks just the right size to bury a few people, don't you think?"

Yellow Hair's tears streamed down his face as he nodded his head like a chick pecking at rice.

"Station Chief Zhao, don't worry! We...we won't sleep tonight! We'll lick this road smooth with our tongues!"

"Get in the car! Let's go!"

With a wave of his hand, Zhao Tianba sent fifty thugs in suits turning around and getting into the car.

The movements were clean and efficient, without any hesitation or slackness.

The truck restarted, puffing out black smoke and speeding away.

A group of thugs were left sprawled on the roadside, scrambling to the village to borrow shovels and spades.

3 PM.

Top-floor office of Sihai Building, Longhai City.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows and fell onto the carpet.

Su Ye sat in the boss's chair, holding his ever-present stainless steel thermos.

He looked down at the several sheets of A4 paper spread out on his desk, his eyebrows unconsciously furrowing.

CFO Chen Suan stood opposite.

His white shirt collar was buttoned up tightly, without a single wrinkle.

Chen Suan pushed up his thick black-rimmed glasses, his eyes filled with unconcealed shock.

"President Su, these figures... are simply outrageous."

Chen swallowed hard and pointed to a row of numbers on the paper.

"The first batch of goods not only suffered zero losses, but also arrived three hours ahead of the customer's required delivery time."

He took a deep breath and felt a tightness in his chest.

"Zhao Tianba's convoy had no trouble along the way. It is said that when they passed through the toll booths, the toll collectors were so shaken by their behavior that they dropped their change on the ground."

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

He tossed the report onto the table, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"That's called a dimensional reduction attack."

Su Ye leaned back in his chair, his fingers interlaced under his chin.

"If we use the execution power of organized crime in logistics, how can those lazy, unproductive competitors compete with us?"

But he immediately stopped smiling, and his eyes became somewhat serious.

"Old Chen, we've expanded too fast. We've only taken on a few big orders within the province, and we're already short-handed."

Su Ye stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at the traffic below, which resembled ants.

"If we were to spread this across the entire country, we definitely wouldn't be able to handle it all with just a few thousand uneducated illiterate people like us."

He turned his head and looked at Chen Suan.

"We need to hire people. We need highly qualified college graduates who are technically skilled and good at management."

Chen Suan paused for a moment, then subconsciously tugged at the corner of his clothes.

"Hiring? Mr. Su, given our background... what decent college graduate would dare to apply?"

As an undercover police officer, Chen Suan knew everything perfectly well.

Although these desperados are dressed in suits, they haven't completely shaken off their thuggish habits.

If the people we bring in are led astray, then things will become even more murky.

"This requires an impartial and incorruptible HR."

Su Ye walked to the table and tapped the surface twice with his knuckles.

"This person must be completely unyielding and not be swayed by the gang's old rules. Most importantly..."

Su Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the dust floating in mid-air.

"The background check must be strict. Our company will never hire unemployed people with criminal records; not even a single bad apple can be allowed in."

Chen Suan felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this.

Do gangsters really need to conduct background checks when recruiting henchmen?

If this were reported to the municipal bureau, the bureau chief would probably be eating nitroglycerin pills like they're on a daily basis.

"So...Mr. Su, do you have a suitable candidate in mind?"

Chen asked tentatively, his palms sweaty.

Su Ye turned to look at the half-open office door.

In a corner of the lobby outside, a young man in a cleaning uniform was diligently mopping the floor.

The mop made a "sizzling" sound as it wiped the tiles.

The young man stood ramrod straight, sporting a neat buzz cut, and even while mopping the floor, he exuded the uprightness of someone standing at attention.

That was Zhang Tiezhu, a lowly underling who had always been unknown in the original owner's memories.

But Su Ye was a pipeline manager in his previous life.

He could tell at a glance that the calluses on the kid's hands were from years of handling a police Type 92 pistol.

If I'm not mistaken, this is definitely another undercover agent planted by the provincial department.

Su Ye's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.

They had an undercover police officer go undercover as the gang's HR manager to control the hiring process.

That's what you call absolute safety.

Su Ye picked up the landline phone on the table and pressed the speakerphone button.

"Xiao Shen, come out here for a second."

Less than half a minute later.

Shen Qinghan, wearing flat leather shoes and carrying a stack of documents, pushed open the door and walked in.

She lowered her head, focusing her gaze on her nose and her mind, even deliberately slowing her breathing.

"Mr. Su, you wanted to see me?"

Su Ye didn't look at her, but pointed directly to the buzz-cut man outside the door who was washing a mop.

The glass door reflected the image of Zhang Tiezhu vigorously washing the mop.

"Is that guy mopping the floor outside named Zhang Tiezhu?"

Shen Qinghan glanced in the direction he was pointing, and her heart skipped a beat.

Zhang Tiezhu, undercover agent number 007.

Before she arrived, her superiors had instructed her that she was a hidden mole planted at the bottom level.

Did Su Ye find out?

Shen Qinghan bit her tongue, forcing herself to calm down.

"Yes...yes, Mr. Su. He's from the logistics team."

Su Ye picked up the impressive financial report from earlier, rolled it into a tube, and tapped it in his palm.

He turned and walked to the boss's table, plopped back down in the chair, and crossed his legs.

"Go. Bring him in."

Su Ye threw the paper tube onto the table with a thud.

"I find the way this kid meticulously mops the floor rather pleasing to the eye. Tell him to take off that tattered cleaning uniform; from now on, he'll have the power to recruit people for our company..."

Su Ye paused, looked up at Shen Qinghan, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

"It'll be under his management, this cleaning guy who didn't even finish junior high. Ask him if he dares to take the job."

Shen Qinghan's eyes widened suddenly, and she blurted out.

"Making a cleaning staff member the HR director?! Mr. Su, he probably can't even read properly!"