Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

"You might not even recognize all the characters?"

Su Ye put his long legs on the large boss's table.

The shiny black leather heel struck the edge of the solid wood with a dull "thud".

He twirled the stainless steel thermos in his hand, the splashing sound of water inside echoing in the quiet office.

"What I want is for him to be illiterate. He's the kind of stubborn, inflexible guy who just sticks to his own ideas."

Shen Qinghan's lips twitched twice.

She turned to look at Chen Suan, the finance director who was equally stunned, trying to find some sense of recognition as a normal person.

Chen Suan quickly pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, which had slipped down to the tip of his nose, and coughed dryly.

"Um...Mr. Su, this HR job requires knowledge of the social insurance and housing fund policies, and the ability to review job applicants' resumes."

Chen Suan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his tone cautious and tentative.

"This Tie Zhu brother always writes incomplete or illegible receipts when he goes to the cafeteria to get his food. Could you have him oversee the process...?"

"What resume should I show him?" Su Ye interrupted him before he could finish speaking.

The central air conditioning unit overhead was blowing cold air down.

Su Ye extended his slender index finger and pointed towards the hall outside the glass door.

"Look at the way he's mopping the floor."

Su Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, a shrewd calculation resembling that of an old fox.

"This kid bent over and rubbed the same decorative tile six times."

"If someone with such severe obsessive-compulsive disorder were put in charge of screening people at the door, even a vagrant with mud under his fingernails wouldn't be able to sneak into our company."

Shen Qinghan bit her tongue, swallowing back the words that were about to come out.

She couldn't expose him on the spot, because Zhang Tiezhu had received the most extreme housekeeping training at the police academy.

That kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder is muscle memory developed from folding blankets into perfect squares every day.

"Go, bring him in." Su Ye raised his chin, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Helpless, Shen Qinghan could only push open the door and go out in her flat leather shoes.

A stench of cheap disinfectant mixed with the musty smell of fermenting mops wafted into the luxurious office through the crack in the door.

In the corner of the hall, Zhang Tiezhu was working hard, his big butt sticking out.

He gripped the mop handle tightly with both hands.

His grip was extremely precise, with his index finger instinctively resting on the side of the barrel, as if he were ready to pull the trigger of the Type 92 pistol.

Hearing Shen Qinghan call his name, Zhang Tiezhu shuddered.

He suddenly straightened up, and the mop handle slammed onto the floor tiles with a "thud," splashing up a puddle of murky dirty water.

"Secretary Shen? You called me?"

He scratched his freshly shaved buzz cut and vigorously rubbed his rough hands on the yellowed legs of his cleaning uniform.

A few minutes later, Zhang Tiezhu stood in front of the boss's table, his arms hunched over.

The expensive Persian carpet beneath his feet was so soft and fluffy that it made his feet feel weak and unsteady.

He secretly glanced at Su Ye out of the corner of his eye.

He glanced again at Chen Suan, who was sitting on the sofa drinking coffee, and his Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably.

Undercover agent number 007's professional intuition was frantically sounding alarm bells in his mind.

Something's not right here.

A joint trial by three courts?

Could it be that I was caught on camera in a blind spot last night when I sent a Morse code text to the chief in the underground parking garage?

The hairs on Zhang Tiezhu's back stood on end, and a layer of cold sweat trickled down his spine, sticking stickily to his cotton undershirt.

"Mr. Su... I've finished mopping the floor outside. I even used an old toothbrush to scrub those hard-to-reach corners clean. I really didn't slack off..."

He deliberately hunched his back and shrank his neck, pretending to be a coward who had never seen the world.

Su Ye slowly unscrewed the thermos and blew away the few goji berries floating on the surface of the water.

"Tiezhu, how many years have you been with the Chamber of Commerce?"

To Zhang Tiezhu, this seemingly casual question sounded like the King of Hell flipping through the Book of Life and Death.

We're doomed.

This is a trial run, a probing exercise, preparing to kill the hostage and throw him into the sea!

Zhang Tiezhu's legs started spinning, his palms were covered in slippery cold sweat, and he almost couldn't even hold onto the seams of his pants.

"Three years and two months. I've been cleaning toilets and taking out the trash here the whole time. I don't know anything about core secrets, I really haven't done anything!"

His eyes darted around, and his heart was pounding like a drum.

My mind was already calculating the chances of escaping through the broken window.

This is the 22nd floor, and the glass is bulletproof. If you jump, you probably won't even need a shovel to collect your body.

Su Ye slammed the thermos cup heavily onto the table.

The metal base struck the glass tabletop with a piercing sound, startling Zhang Tiezhu so much that he jerked his shoulders back.

"Don't play the coward here. You're incredibly unlucky today, your ancestors must be blessed with good fortune."

Su Ye opened the drawer and pulled out a crumpled A4 sheet of paper.

Two long, slender fingers held the edge and handed it over.

"Starting this second, strip off that tattered cleaning uniform you're wearing."

"Report to the Human Resources Department. From now on, you will be the HR Director of our group."

"what?"

Zhang Tiezhu almost lost his grip on the chin, and the slammed into his chest.

He stared wide-eyed at Su Ye, who seemed to be smiling but wasn't, then turned to look at Shen Qinghan in the corner.

Shen Qinghan pretended to study the pattern on the baseboard on the wall, completely ignoring his gaze.

Chen Suan, sitting on the sofa, pursed his lips and shook his head while holding his coffee cup.

He cursed inwardly that this gang was a complete shoddy operation, just randomly picking a toilet cleaner to be a high-ranking executive.

"Mr. Su, please don't make fun of a rough man like me..." Zhang Tiezhu stammered, his tongue getting tied in knots.

"I can't even find the computer power button... and of the twenty-six letters of the alphabet, I can only recognize G!"

"It's okay if you don't recognize H."

Su Ye stood up, walked around the large boss's table, and put his arm around Zhang Tiezhu's stiff shoulder.

Zhang Tiezhu's muscles tensed instantly, and his instinctive alertness almost caused him to throw Su Ye over his shoulder.

He thought the gang leader was going to pull out a knife and stab him in the ribs.

As a result, Su Ye simply patted his collar, which was covered in the smell of disinfectant.

"That stubbornness of yours is exactly what I need."

Su Ye leaned closer, his voice low and deep.

"Our Sihai Jisuda business is expanding rapidly, and we urgently need to recruit more people."

"But I have a problem: I hate those street thugs who spew filth and have dirty hands."

Su Ye tapped out a rhythm on Zhang Tiezhu's shoulder with his fingers.

"You go and guard the main entrance on the first floor. The people you hire must be as spotless as you're wiping that tile, without a speck of dirt."

He poked Zhang Tiezhu's chest hard with his knuckles, so hard that Zhang Tiezhu took half a step back.

"Do they even know the rules of political vetting? It's like digging up their entire family history."

"Anyone with a criminal record, anyone with tattoos, even those with dyed blond hair and earrings—get them all out of here with a broom!"

Zhang Tiezhu was stunned.

His brain, which had received professional counter-surveillance training from special police officers, completely shut down at this moment.

It emitted a buzzing sound like gears jamming.

The biggest gang leader in Longhai City recruited an undercover police team to infiltrate his unit.

He earnestly taught him how to conduct rigorous personnel background checks.

This is simply the pinnacle of magical realism and absurdity.

Zhang Tiezhu swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva, feeling his throat dry.

Looking into Su Ye's sharp eyes, which seemed to see through everything, a chilling thought suddenly popped into his head.

He definitely did it on purpose!

That old fox must have figured me out a long time ago, knowing I'm Radar sent by the Municipal Bureau.

He's killing me by destroying my spirit!

He used this method to warn me that he had the power to appoint people, and that when I tried to investigate the shady dealings, he made me recruit people instead.

They even wanted me, a policeman wearing the national emblem, to personally help them select the most obedient and law-abiding high-level criminal talents!

Zhang Tiezhu felt a chill run down his spine, and his fingertips felt as cold as ice.

He clenched his back teeth, forcing the muscles in his face to relax, and forced out a silly, goofy smile.

"Um...Mr. Su, if I misjudge the situation and mess it up, you won't dock my pay, will you?"

"I'm counting on getting paid this month to go back to my hometown and fix my mother's roof."

"If you do a good job, you'll get a base salary of 30,000, and an Audi at the end of the year."

With a wave of his hand, Su Ye revealed his true capitalist nature, directly throwing money at people.

"If you don't do a good job, you'll be stuck at the docks carrying sandbags for the rest of your life tomorrow."

These terms and conditions were presented.

Chen Suan, who was sitting on the sofa, stared wide-eyed for a moment, then sprayed all the black coffee in his mouth onto the glass coffee table with a "pfft".

He's a CFO with an Ivy League degree who came back from Wall Street.

The starting salary during the probationary period is only 15,000!

Sweeping the floor led to finding a golden rice bowl?! That's outrageous!

"Alright, stop putting wooden stakes here."

Su Ye slapped the A4 paper directly into Zhang Tiezhu's arms.

"Take this draft job posting and get ready for tomorrow morning's interview session."

"Screen according to the strict criteria listed above; if they're even half a word short, get out of here."

Zhang Tiezhu held the thin piece of paper in both hands, as if he were holding a bomb with its fuse removed.

He turned around in a daze, dragging his leaden legs toward the door.

As he walked to the glass door, he subconsciously glanced down at the bold, black text on the paper.

Just one glance.

He stumbled, his rubber shoes slipped on the smooth floor tiles, and he almost hit his forehead on the thick glass door frame.

The piece of paper in his hand rustled as he squeezed it.

His eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets, and his pupils had shrunk to the size of pinpoints.

Zhang Tiezhu suddenly turned around.

His facial features were distorted as if he had swallowed a whole unripe sour lemon.

"No...Mr. Su..."

His fingers trembled as he pointed to the first line of large characters on the paper.

Her voice was so high-pitched it was split open, and she even forgot to pretend to have a simple, honest rural accent.

"You call this hiring low-level delivery couriers?"

"These entry requirements... a full-time undergraduate degree is already a given, but you also have to pass the CET-4 (College English Test Band 4)?!"