Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

The next morning at eight o'clock.

Top-floor office of Zhongtian Passenger Transport Building.

The ashtray was piled high with twisted and deformed cigarette butts, and the room reeked of cheap tobacco mixed with the sour smell of stale tea leaves.

Chu Zhongtian slumped in the leather sofa, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep.

He stared blankly at the ceiling.

"Bang!"

The office door was suddenly kicked open.

The yellow-haired man tripped on the threshold with the sole of his shoe and fell directly onto the red carpet.

"Brother Chu! It's...it's all over! It's all over!"

He scrambled over, clutching a stack of papers stamped with a large red seal, the papers rustling loudly.

"A court summons! And a letter of assistance from the Municipal Public Security Bureau's Economic Crime Investigation Division!"

Chu Zhongtian suddenly sat up straight.

My cerebral blood vessels throbbed violently, and my vision went black for a moment.

He snatched the stack of papers, his rough fingers tearing the edges of the paper.

"Frozen accounts? They just freeze my 20 million in cash like that?!"

He was panting heavily, spitting as he spoke onto the blond-haired man's face.

"What right does that brat Su Ye have! What right does he have to give me money!"

Yellow Hair swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down twice.

"Brother Chu, the bank said that Sihai's legal department submitted a preservation application last night. The documents, videos, and damage assessment report are all being processed to the highest standards."

"They even had psychological diagnoses from top-tier hospitals, claiming that all three hundred drivers in white shirts who didn't get any fares suffered severe psychological trauma!"

Chu Zhongtian kicked over the coffee table in front of him.

The purple clay teapot crashed to the floor, scattering shards of porcelain everywhere.

"Psychological trauma?! They just stood there drinking Nongfu Spring water while I smashed my car, what trauma?!"

A crisp sound of leather shoes came from the corridor outside the door.

Not too fast, not too slow, following a certain rhythm.

"Of course there is trauma."

A calm voice drifted in from the doorway.

The door was pushed open completely.

Su Ye, dressed in a well-tailored black coat, strode into the office.

A ray of morning light reflected off the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

He held the chipped silver stainless steel thermos in one hand.

A gentle breeze stirred up the hem of the coat, dispelling the unpleasant smell of cooking oil in the room.

Following behind him was Chen Suan, who had two dark circles under his eyes.

There was also Shen Qinghan, who was tightly clutching the folder and biting her lower lip.

"Good morning, Mr. Chu."

Su Ye walked to the opposite side of Chu Zhongtian and glanced at the coffee table that had fallen to the ground.

He unscrewed the lid of the thermos, making a crisp "click" sound.

Steam rose up.

"Su Ye! Don't you dare push your luck!"

Chu Zhongtian's eyes widened like cowbells, and he grabbed the sandalwood ashtray on the table, intending to smash it.

"Smack."

Chen Suan took a step forward, his left hand tightly clutching his acidic stomach.

He slammed a thick, thirty-page bill onto the mahogany desk with his right hand.

The sound of paper rubbing together instantly drowned out Chu Zhongtian's roar.

"Boss Chu, before you start smashing things, listen to the bill first."

Chen Suan winced in pain and pushed up his slipped black-rimmed glasses.

"One hundred and seventeen vehicles were destroyed last night. The total cost, including original parts and bodywork repairs, is four million two hundred thousand."

"For lost wages, claim double the daily average turnover, totaling 500,000."

He turned a page, his fingertip hovering over the densely packed numbers.

"The cost of psychological trauma treatment is 30,000 yuan per person, plus the cost of subsequent rehabilitation and recuperation."

Chu Zhongtian's hand, holding the ashtray, froze in mid-air.

The knuckles were bluish-white from excessive force.

"You...you're extorting me! I'm going to sue you for extortion!"

Su Ye blew on the plump goji berries floating on the water and took a sip of warm water.

The Adam's apple moves up and down.

"Extortion? Boss Chu, that's not the right word."

Su Ye pulled up a chair and sat down, casually brushing off non-existent dust from his knees.

"This is a reasonable and legal civil claim. Every diagnosis report has the signature of the city hospital director."

Chen Suan felt a spasm in his stomach, swallowed the acid that rose up, and continued reciting.

"These are all minor details."

He flipped to the last page of the bill, his voice like that of an emotionless broadcasting machine.

"Last night, your disturbance caused passenger congestion at the train station. These passengers were originally potential registered users of our Sihai Travel app."

"User churn directly resulted in the Sihai Yulibao fund pool absorbing an estimated 10 million less in deposits."

Chen Suan pressed a button on the widescreen calculator in his hand, and it beeped.

"The annualized loss on this money, plus compound interest, is estimated at 25 million, rounded down."

"Total: 38.6 million."

The ashtray in Chu Zhongtian's hand fell to the table with a "thud".

It smashed a dent.

His legs went weak and he slumped back into the leather sofa.

Cold sweat trickled down the tuft of black hair on his forehead, blurring his vision.

"Thirty-eight million... Su Ye, you couldn't even sell my entire company for that much!"

Chu Zhongtian's voice was hoarse, trembling with despair.

He'd spent his whole life hacking people and fighting for territory with knives; he'd never seen a bandit like this, skinning you alive and pulling your tendons out with a calculator.

I know you're not worth it.

Su Ye slowly and deliberately put the thermos on.

The bottom of the cup hit the table with a dull thud.

"Secretary Shen, give him the things."

Shen Qinghan took a deep breath and calmed her wildly beating heart.

She took out a copy of the "Equity Transfer Agreement" from her bag and handed it to Chu Zhongtian.

Beneath her white shirt, a fine layer of cold sweat had formed on her back.

This is not a negotiation at all.

This was a one-sided, legal looting.

Su Ye not only wanted money, but also the transportation lifeline of the entire Longhai City.

"Take a look."

Su Ye leaned back in his chair, his eyes behind his glasses completely calm.

"The value of all vehicles, licenses, and route operating rights of Zhongtian Passenger Transport is 38 million yuan. This will offset your claim."

"In other words, Sihai Group acquired Zhongtian Passenger Transport for one yuan."

He took a black fountain pen out of his inside pocket and pushed it over.

"Once you sign, I'll immediately withdraw the court's freeze application. Otherwise, you'll spend the rest of your life working on a sewing machine."

Chu Zhongtian stared at the fountain pen.

His breathing was heavy and labored, like a broken bellows.

He glanced at Su Ye's refined yet depraved face, then at Chen Suan standing beside him clutching his stomach.

These bastards in suits are more terrifying than drug lords with guns.

At most, taking a gun will kill you.

They'll squeeze every last drop out of you when they get a contract.

"I...I'll sign."

Chu Zhongtian's hands trembled as he grabbed the pen, the nib tearing through the paper and leaving a black ink stain.

He signed his name in a crooked and shaky manner.

The blond-haired man sat slumped on the ground beside him, not daring to utter a sound.

Su Ye stood up, took the agreement, and casually handed it to Shen Qinghan.

"Boss Chu, also inform your drivers."

Su Ye smoothed out the wrinkles in his coat, his tone calm.

"Come to Sihai Travel headquarters tomorrow to pick up your white shirt. No smoking, no betel nut chewing. If you don't meet the requirements..."

He smiled and didn't say anything more.

He turned and walked towards the door.

Shen Qinghan stuffed the contract into a folder.

My hands were shaking so much that the zipper got stuck twice before I could zip it up.

She lowered her head and quickly followed Su Ye out the door.

His hands were blindly typing on the encrypted phone's keypad inside his bag, moving so fast they left afterimages.

[Director Li! Su Ye drove Chu Zhongtian into bankruptcy with a sky-high claim of 38 million! He swallowed up the entire taxi market in Longhai City for just one yuan! Completely legal! Requesting instructions!]

Inside the elevator car.

There was only a slight mechanical hum.

Su Ye held his thermos and looked at his reflection in the elevator door.

"Chen Suan, this afternoon take some men to take over Zhongtian's fleet. As usual, install our meters on them all and provide standardized training."

Chen Suan clutched his stomach, gasping for breath in pain.

"Hiss... Okay. What should we do with those troublemakers who led the smashing of the car?"

"Dismissed in accordance with the Labor Law and reported to the credit blacklist."

Su Ye adjusted his glasses. "We don't want employees with low moral character."

Shen Qinghan stood in the corner, her toes digging into the soles of her canvas shoes.

She felt that the world was truly absurd.

The biggest gang leader is reshuffling the industry, and all he talks about is manners and rules.

Municipal Bureau Building.

Director's Office.

"Clang!"

Li Jianguo kicked the chair away, sending it crashing into the filing cabinet.

He was clutching the text message Shen Qinghan had just sent him, and he didn't even feel the cigarette butt burning his index fingernail.

His eyes were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

His chest heaved violently, like a powder keg about to explode.

Captain Gu stood across the desk, touching the scar on the back of his head, and swallowed.

"Chief... The Economic Investigation Department just sent word that Su Ye really took over Chu Zhongtian's company for a single yuan. All the paperwork is in order, and even the stamp duty has been paid clearly."

Li Jianguo grabbed the chipped enamel mug on the table, intending to smash it.

He held it in mid-air, his hands trembling, and finally slammed it back onto the table.

Tea spilled all over the table.

"Buying all the taxis in the city for a dollar?! Does he think this is like getting a free scallion with every cabbage purchase at the market?!"

Li Jianguo gritted his teeth, his blood pressure soaring to nearly 220.

"This is blatant industry monopoly! It's robbery disguised as legality!"

Captain Gu's eyes were bloodshot, and he stammered as he spoke.

"Well... um, Chief, there's something else."

Captain Gu took out a red invitation with gold lettering from his pocket and carefully placed it next to the water stain.

"Su Ye just sent Zhang Tiezhu, the undercover SWAT officer, to deliver the invitation..."

Li Jianguo stared wide-eyed. "What invitation? He's throwing a victory celebration banquet?!"

Captain Gu took a small step back, his throat tightening.

No, it's not a victory celebration.

He pointed to the words on the invitation, his voice growing softer and softer.

"Su Ye said that they will hold the first 'Longhai City Online Ride-Hailing Etiquette Competition' at the train station square at 2 pm tomorrow."

"He...he invited you to be a judge, and even said he would present you with a banner recognizing police-community cooperation..."