Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

The wind whipped snowflakes down my collar, like a handful of shattered ice.

Lei Hu pulled a crumpled booklet from the inside pocket of his tight suit.

The cover was red, with a fine layer of frayed edges at the corners.

He rubbed his stubby fingers together on the pages twice and then turned the book over.

"Brother Su, the wind is too strong, the pages of my book are curling up."

Lei Hu hunched his neck and sniffled the snot that had come out of his nose.

He dipped his thumb in saliva and gripped the page tightly.

The concrete rooftop of the fifteenth floor of the unfinished building.

A dark, fleshy mass poked half of its body out, swaying precariously in the wind.

"Su Ye! Don't fucking push me!"

Qian Donglai's hoarse voice crackled down with the wind, accompanied by a noticeable tremor.

"If I jump off this building today, tomorrow's headline in Longhai City will be about you driving your competitor to suicide!"

"Let's see how your listed company explains itself then!"

He kicked a broken red brick off the edge of the rooftop.

It crashed into the muddy puddle with a whooshing sound, splashing up a spray of cold, dirty water.

Su Ye raised his hand, his coat sleeve brushing against the metal handle of the large metal horn.

Press the red call button with your fingertip.

"Sizzle—"

The piercing sound of electricity echoed through the empty, unfinished buildings, making one's teeth ache.

He brought the megaphone to his mouth.

The hot air condensed into a layer of water mist at the white plastic megaphone nozzle.

"Boss Qian, it's windy up there, watch your step."

Su Ye's tone was as calm as if he were asking if he had eaten breakfast.

"With your weight, you'll smash a big hole in this concrete, which will be a real hassle for sanitation workers to clean up."

The shadowy figure on the rooftop suddenly froze.

Qian Donglai stomped his feet in anger, causing pieces of cement to fall down with a clatter.

It hit the hood of the Maybach, leaving several white spots.

"You...you fucking shut up with your sarcastic remarks!"

He stepped half his body over the edge where there was no railing.

The wind blew the hem of his Tang suit so much that it looked like a bulging tattered sack.

"Call the court right now! Revoke the asset preservation order! Unfreeze my account!"

"Or I'll kill myself right now!"

His voice was hoarse from shouting, revealing a sense of utter despair.

Su Ye didn't even lift his eyelids.

He turned his head and tapped Lei Hu's arm with the bottom of his thermos.

"Tiger, read it. The second one."

Lei Hu swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing inside his collar.

He held up the red booklet and, in the dim light of the Maybach's headlights, stared wide-eyed.

"The corporate entity is unable to repay its debts when due."

He read haltingly, and when he encountered unfamiliar characters, he would stop and scratch his bald head.

"And if the assets are insufficient to pay off all debts or there is a clear lack of solvency, the debts shall be settled in accordance with the provisions of this Law."

After Lei Hu finished reading, he shouted something upstairs at the top of his lungs.

"You old bastard, did you hear me?! You're bankrupt now! You have to settle your accounts according to the rules!"

Qian Donglai was pulling at his collar from above.

My face was covered in snot and tears, which froze into an icy shell when the wind blew, stinging my face.

"Settle the accounts my ass! I'm dead already, you can send ghosts to settle the accounts!"

One of his short, thick legs was already dangling in mid-air.

"Su Ye! I'll count down from three! Three!"

"two!"

The wind howled, tearing the numbers to shreds.

Su Ye raised the megaphone, a cold smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Jump!"

His voice, through the loudspeaker, carried a metallic quality and struck the rooftop with a cold, metallic force.

Do you believe that debts are forgiven upon death?

The numbers on the rooftop stuck in his throat, and Qian Donglai's outstretched body froze strangely.

"These old-fashioned rules of the game don't work in today's capital market."

Su Ye slowly unscrewed the thermos and took a sip of warm water.

A soft swallowing sound came from his throat.

"Chen Suan has taken over your entire portfolio of non-performing assets."

"Lin Dai from the Legal Department submitted your personal guarantee of joint liability this afternoon."

Su Ye pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, the lenses reflecting a dim yellow light from the streetlights.

Even if you fall and turn into a puddle of mud today.

"Your debts won't just disappear into thin air."

He pressed the horn switch.

"Tiger, tell him. What happens to the debts when someone dies?"

Lei Hu quickly flipped to the next two pages, the paper rustling as he crumpled it with his rough fingers.

"Hey, I found it! Brother Su, wait a minute."

He cleared his dry throat and stared at the line of text.

"Well... according to Article 1161 of the Civil Code..."

Lei Hu read this passage much more fluently, clearly having memorized it extensively beforehand.

"The heirs shall, to the extent of the actual value of the inherited estate, settle the taxes and debts that the deceased was legally obligated to pay!"

He raised his head and howled at the fifteenth floor in a hoarse voice.

"Did you hear me! If you die, your wife and kids will have to pay off your debts!"

"Your son, who's studying at an Ivy League university abroad... oh no, all his sports cars and villas will be seized!"

"Your wife has to go work at an electronics factory, operating a sewing machine to pay off our debts!"

Lei Hu shouted more and more enthusiastically, gesturing with one hand in mid-air.

"You're leaving a mess and ruining your whole family! Aren't you ashamed?!"

The dark figure on the rooftop trembled violently.

This is worse than shooting him directly.

Qian Donglai had spent his entire life lending money at exorbitant interest rates, so he knew how dirty the methods of debt collection could be.

But he never imagined that the people from Sihai Group would use the law as a weapon.

They managed to wipe out his entire family's future so cleanly, leaving not a single hair behind.

"Su... Su Ye..."

The wind tore Qian Donglai's voice into fragments, revealing a genuine fear.

"The harm shouldn't extend to the wife and children... You... You fucking disrespect the rules..."

"rule?"

Su Ye chuckled softly, the sound amplified through the loudspeaker, making it somewhat jarring.

"The law is the ultimate rule."

He looked up, and snowflakes fell on the shoulders of his cashmere coat, melting into dark water stains.

"If you live, cooperate with us through the bankruptcy liquidation process."

"Set aside funds for your family's livelihood, and the remainder will be paid off in accordance with the legal order."

"Your son will still be able to finish his studies peacefully."

Su Ye paused for two seconds and moved the megaphone away from his mouth a little.

I changed to a more comfortable standing position, and my leather shoes creaked as I stepped into the mud.

"If you jump, the court will enforce the seizure of all your hidden assets tomorrow."

"Your family members will have to spend the rest of their lives sleeping under bridges and reading newspapers."

"Make your choice, Mr. Qian. It's getting windy, I don't have the patience to waste time with you."

Only the mournful sound of the wind remained in the air.

The leg that had been dangling over the edge of the rooftop slowly and stiffly retracted.

Qian Donglai collapsed onto the cement floor like a melted mass of fat, bursting into tears.

The cries echoed in the empty space of the unfinished building, as mournful as a stray dog ​​whose spine had been broken.

He painstakingly built up his fortune over half a lifetime, including his ruthless underground money exchange.

Before this thin bankruptcy law, it shattered into pieces.

Lei Hu scratched his bald head and stuffed the red booklet back into his pocket.

"Brother Su, has that old man stopped jumping?"

He leaned closer, lowered his voice, and exhaled white breath onto the thermos.

"How come this works even better than when I used to hold a machete to someone's neck?"

Su Ye shoved the megaphone into Lei Hu's arms.

The metal casing slammed against the button on Lei Hu's chest with a click.

"Violence can only instill fear, but rules can instill despair."

He tightened the lid of the cup, turned around, and walked towards the door of the Maybach.

Driver Xiao Wang quickly opened the door, and the car's warm air rushed out.

The cold air emanating from Su Ye was dispelled.

"Let's go."

Su Ye stepped one leg into the car, his leather shoe landing on the floor mat.

Lei Hu paused for a moment, picked up the horn and took two steps to catch up, his rough fingers gripping the car door frame.

"Brother Su, what should we do with that old bastard? Just leave him to freeze on the roof?"

He glanced upstairs and thought, "It's freezing cold. I hope I don't actually freeze to death up there. Otherwise, that woman Lin Dai will use the labor law to deduct my performance bonus again."

Su Ye leaned back in the leather seat, closed his eyes, and rubbed his aching temples.

"You won't get cold. The Economic Crime Investigation Division of the Municipal Public Security Bureau is lying in wait just two streets behind."

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips as the car window slowly rolled up.

The glass blocked out the sounds of the wind and snow outside.

"Director Li has been waiting all night for this ready-made credit, guess what..."

The man's voice came through the glass, muffled and strained.

"Does Boss Qian want to see us now, or would he prefer to see the police?"