Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

"I'm going to make all these unlicensed taxi drivers wear white shirts tomorrow and obediently open car doors for me."

Upon hearing these words, Chen Suan felt a sudden convulsion in his stomach.

He instinctively bent over and clutched his stomach, while his other hand frantically pushed up his black-rimmed glasses that had slipped down to the tip of his nose.

My fingertips felt a little cold.

Should we recruit drivers?

This posture clearly indicates an intention to forcibly smash the plate.

It's 11:30 p.m.

South Square of Longhai Railway Station.

The night wind carried the pungent smell of cheap cigarettes and the lingering stench of urine from the corner steps.

Forty or fifty scratched Santanas and beat-up Jettas lay haphazardly across the exit, completely blocking the passageway.

"Want to go? University town! One more person needed! Fifty yuan, no bargaining!"

Brother Biao, with his fierce face, spat out the betel nut residue from his mouth.

Dark red slag stuck to the cement floor tiles.

He grabbed a female student dragging a pink suitcase, his rough fingers with large knuckles.

"What are you looking at? In the middle of the night, besides this place, who else could you possibly hail a taxi? Get in!"

The female student hunched her shoulders back, her eyes red and swollen.

Just then.

The ear-piercing screech of tires instantly shattered the noise of the square.

"Squeak—Bang!"

The pungent smell of burning rubber filled the air.

Twenty pure black Jinbei vans stood like iron barrels, firmly sealing off the area around the station exit.

The car doors swung open simultaneously with a "whoosh".

Hundreds of men in tight black suits surged down.

His muscles tightened the buttons of his cheap suit, and his leather shoes made a dull, rhythmic sound as they stepped on the ground.

The once bustling square fell silent instantly.

All that remained was the ticking of the clock on the top floor of the train station.

Brother Biao loosened the handle of the girl's suitcase.

My calves started shaking uncontrollably.

That's it, they're trying to take over our territory.

He reached behind him, trying to grab the steel pipe under the passenger seat cushion, but his fingers trembled so much that he couldn't grip the door handle.

A path was parted in the dense crowd.

Lei Hu strode out.

The streetlight shone on his shiny bald head, and the centipede scar on his face stretched out as he grinned, revealing what he thought was a kind smile.

"Fellow colleagues, have you had dinner yet?"

The raspy voice made Brother Biao's eardrums ache.

Lei Hu reached down to his lower back with his right hand.

Brother Biao suddenly closed his eyes and hugged his head tightly with both arms.

I'm about to draw my gun.

result.

He pulled out a large red and white plastic megaphone.

"Buzz—Hey! Sound test!"

Lei Hu patted the speaker grille twice and cleared his throat.

"I'm Lei Hu, the security director of the Sihai Travel platform! I'm here today to bring you some warmth!"

As he spoke, he pulled out a copy of the Economic Law Code with curled edges with his left hand.

He was so nervous that white sweat started pouring out of his bald head.

He's been staying up late these past few days studying for the CPA exam, and whenever he sees a big event, his mind is filled with tax law provisions.

"Listen up, everyone! Times have changed!"

Lei Hu's eyes widened. "Starting tomorrow morning, the entire train station area will be fully integrated with our Sihai Travel APP!"

Brother Biao swallowed hard and took a half-step forward with great courage.

"Um, Brother Tiger...we brothers are all independent drivers, we don't pay any fees. If you cut off our livelihood..."

"Cutting off their source of income?"

Lei Hu's eyebrows furrowed.

The three fat men behind him slammed their massive bodies forward.

The fat jiggled wildly.

He slammed an 80-pound demolition sledgehammer into the concrete with one hand.

Pebbles flew everywhere.

Sanpang roared in his hoarse voice, "What road are you cutting off? Do you want to calculate depreciation costs? I'll take off my shoes and count your toes for you!"

Brother Biao slumped onto the hood of the Santana and waved his hands repeatedly.

"No, no, no! Keep going! Please continue with your instructions..."

"Our chairman said that Sihai is a legitimate company that values ​​legal and win-win cooperation."

Lei Hu hung the horn around his neck with satisfaction and snapped his fingers.

Dozens of burly men rushed out from the back of the van.

I didn't have a razor blade in my hand.

He was carrying stacks of dry-cleaned, ironed white shirts without a single wrinkle.

There were also brand new white gloves.

"Get these on the guys!"

The burly men swarmed forward, two of them supporting the unlicensed taxi driver.

They roughly ripped off their old jackets, which smelled of sweat.

They forcibly put white shirts over their heads.

"Don't move! Button up! Make sure the top button is fastened securely!"

"Put on your gloves! If you get them even a little bit dirty, I'll chop... cough, I'll deduct your performance bonus for the month!"

Brother Biao was pressed against the car door by two men, and he shakily put on his white shirt and white gloves.

Look down at yourself.

He looked like a high-class hotel doorman on his way to a funeral. My brain completely shut down.

"Manager Zhou! Come out and set an example!" Lei Hu shouted at the top of his lungs.

Zhou Ming, wearing an oversized black suit and carrying a rag, squeezed into the circle from behind, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

He's now earning three times the salary of the customer service department at Sihai, and he's become obsessed with being a model worker.

He darted over to a beat-up Jetta in a few steps.

Pull the car door open with your left hand and place your right hand on the edge of the roof.

Stand with your feet together.

The back instantly folded into an exaggerated ninety-degree angle.

"Hello! Sihai Travel is dedicated to serving you! Please be careful not to bump your head when boarding!"

A loud and sincere voice resounded throughout the square.

He also used a rag to wipe the muddy car door handle until it shone.

After wiping, he habitually took out a tissue and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead caused by the gangster scene.

"Did you see that?!"

Lei Hu held the megaphone close to Biao Ge's ear and shouted.

"Ninety degrees! Bend it one degree less, and I'll teach you how to write 'Orthopedic Traumatology'! Smile! Show eight teeth!"

Brother Biao trembled all over, his facial muscles stiff and taut.

He revealed two front teeth, stained yellow from smoking. His smile was uglier than a ghost's.

Fifty meters away.

A black Maybach was parked in the shadows at the street corner.

Su Ye leaned back in the leather seat, his slender fingers slowly and methodically unscrewing the chipped silver thermos.

I blew on the plump goji berries floating on the water.

He took a sip of warm water. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

"You see, in the service industry, attitude is the most crucial factor."

Su Ye pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, the lenses reflecting the cold light of the distant streetlights.

"Standardized management is the key to revitalizing this market. Secretary Shen, you look so energetic."

Sitting in the passenger seat, Shen Qinghan's flat canvas shoes were firmly planted on the velvet floor mats.

The shoulders under the white shirt were taut.

She bit her lower lip, tasting a hint of blood in her mouth.

Do you have a good mental outlook?

Hundreds of muscular thugs forced people to wear white shirts and bow, demanding they wear them – is this what you call regulating market order?!

Shen Qinghan flipped open the notebook on her lap without expression.

"The chairman's methods are skillful and compliant with laws and regulations."

His hands were frantically typing on the encrypted phone's keypad in his bag, his fingers moving so fast they were blurry.

[Director Li! Su Ye has taken over all the unlicensed taxis at the train station! No shootout! He forced the drivers to wear white shirts and gloves and bow! We suspect he's setting up a cover transportation line for a large transnational money laundering network! Requesting instructions!]

Municipal Bureau Building.

Li Jianguo slammed his hand on the desk.

The chipped enamel mug bounced, spilling cold tea onto half a newspaper.

His eyes were red, and his fingers, holding the flattened red plum cigarette, trembled.

"A money laundering cover...forcing unlicensed taxi drivers to bow?"

He was breathing heavily, feeling the blood vessels at the back of his head throbbing wildly, his blood pressure nearing the red line.

"What is this brat up to?! When did the mafia start offering etiquette training?!"

Inside the Maybach, the heating was on full blast.

Su Ye slowly and deliberately put the lid on the thermos, making a crisp "click" sound.

"Secretary Shen, please make a note of this."

Shen Qinghan quickly pulled out a pen.

"These drivers will be connected to the system tomorrow, and with the existing offline merchant transactions, the amount of funds will surge."

Su Ye looked through the car window at the black cab drivers practicing bowing in unison in the square.

"Money can't just sit idle in the bank. Tell Chen Suan to come to my office tomorrow morning."

He turned his head and looked at Shen Qinghan's tense face in the rearview mirror.

"Our payment system is about to launch a new feature."

Shen Qinghan paused, her pen tip touching the paper, her palms sweating profusely.

"Let's call it... Sihai Yulibao."

Su Ye fiddled with the cup lid, his tone as calm as if he were discussing tomorrow's weather.

"Offering merchants and drivers a 5% annualized return. What do you think traditional banks would think?"