Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

It's 11:30 p.m.

Top floor corridor of Sihai Group Building.

The overhead incandescent light was dazzling, and the cold air from the central air conditioning blasted down through the vents, raising goosebumps on Shen Qinghan's arms.

She was still wearing her white shirt and black pencil skirt, and her flat canvas shoes made no sound as she stepped on the thick wool carpet.

He was holding a tiny, palm-sized infrared decoder in his hand.

My palms were covered in sticky, cold sweat, and the metal casing felt slippery.

Shen Qinghan took a deep breath of the dry, slightly cool air, her lungs expanding slightly.

She pressed herself against the wall, inching her way toward the deepest mahogany door in the chairman's office.

Su Ye took a Maybach to the Extreme Star Esports Arena in the south of the city half an hour ago.

Lei Hu was assigned to oversee the training of unlicensed taxi drivers, while Chen Suan was still working on tax reports in the finance department.

This is the best opportunity.

Once we obtain that shady ledger or the smuggling route map, this absurd undercover game can come to an end.

She desperately wanted to prove herself as a useful police officer, not a useless secretary who was given paid annual leave and Ningxia goji berries by a gangster boss!

Meanwhile, in the security monitoring room on the third floor.

Zhang Tiezhu, sporting a freshly shaved buzz cut, sat in front of dozens of flashing surveillance screens.

He was holding a chipped enamel mug, which was half-filled with strong tea.

His calloused fingers tapped unconsciously on the keyboard, while he muttered to himself.

"Let me see... Article 293 of the Criminal Law, the crime of provoking trouble... punishable by up to five years..."

The top-floor corridor image in the upper right corner of the screen suddenly flickered.

Zhang Tiezhu's military intuition made him straighten his back instantly.

His eyes were fixed on probe number twelve.

In the scene, Shen Qinghan, like a thieving cat, tiptoes closer to Su Ye's private archives.

"Oh my god! What is Officer Shen doing?!"

Zhang Tiezhu was so startled that he choked on a mouthful of strong tea and coughed violently.

Tea sprayed all over the keyboard and screen.

He quickly grabbed some tissues and wiped his face haphazardly, his mind racing.

This lady must be crazy! That door has an iris lock of the same quality as a bank vault!

If the alarm is triggered, Lei Hu and his gang of musclemen can surround the rooftop within five minutes.

Zhang Tiezhu frantically grabbed the walkie-talkie, trying to call for help.

My thumb had just pressed the call button when it suddenly stopped.

Wait a minute, I'm an undercover agent too.

Before leaving, Director Li instructed that the undercover agents should not interfere with each other, and should even provide cover when necessary.

Zhang Tiezhu scratched the back of his head and forcefully shoved the half-extracted walkie-talkie antenna back in.

"Cough cough... My eyes hurt from watching security cameras these past few days. Why is the screen distorted?"

He muttered to himself and forcibly spun the chair around.

With his back to the monitor screen number twelve, he picked up his teacup and took a sip.

Out of sight, out of mind. Officer Shen, you'd better pray for yourself.

Top floor.

Shen Qinghan stood in front of the mahogany door, his heart pounding against his ribs with a dull thud.

She bit her lower lip, a faint taste of blood filling her mouth.

With his left hand, he took out a copy of a secretary's advanced access card from his bag and stuck it on the door lock's sensor area.

"drop--"

The red light flashed and turned green, and the door lock made a slight clicking sound.

The first level of access has been granted.

Next is the iris scan.

Shen Qinghan raised the decryption device in his hand and aimed it at the egg-sized black glass probe.

Press the start button.

The decoder emitted an extremely faint beep, and a beam of pale blue light shone into the probe.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

The air conditioning in the corridor seemed even stronger.

Sweat dripped from Shen Qinghan's forehead down her cheeks and landed on her collarbone, making her shiver from the cold.

"Crack—Hiss—"

The heavy mahogany door finally popped open a crack, making a soft sound like a snake flicking its tongue.

Shen Qinghan felt a sense of relief and quickly unplugged the decoding device.

He squeezed into the room sideways and gently closed the door behind him.

The archives room had no windows and was pitch black.

A scent mingled with the aroma of old paper and high-end cedar incense wafted over.

She didn't dare turn on the headlights, but instead switched on the miniature flashlight clipped to her chest.

A faint beam of light swept across the darkness.

There were no guns or ammunition as one might have imagined, nor were there mountains of smuggled goods.

There were only three rows of walnut bookshelves reaching the ceiling, with rows of blue folders neatly stacked on them.

The air was so quiet that you could hear her own rapid breathing.

Shen Qinghan swallowed hard, her toes curling up inside her canvas shoes.

She walked to the nearest bookshelf, randomly picked out a folder, and opened it.

The light from the flashlight shone on the paper.

"Review Report on the Legality and Compliance of the Chengdong Shanty Town Renovation Project in Longhai City".

Draw another one.

Summary Table of Paid Leave and Social Insurance and Housing Fund Contributions for Sihai Group Employees

Shen Qinghan's hand trembled slightly.

She refused to believe it and, like a madwoman, drew more than a dozen books in a row.

"Training Manual for Ride-Hailing Drivers' Service Etiquette (with Psychological Counseling Guide)"

"Sihai Express Logistics Driver Fatigue Prevention Reward and Punishment System"

All of them are fucking legal documents! They're even more comprehensive than the rules and regulations of municipal state-owned enterprises!

Shen Qinghan stuffed the folder back onto the bookshelf, a wave of frustration washing over her.

impossible.

Su Ye is the biological son of Su Sihai, the former head of a triad gang. How can he be so clean?

This is definitely peripheral information used to cover up the truth.

The real core secrets are definitely hidden in a more concealed place.

The beams of light moved around the room.

Finally, it stopped in the gap between the last row of bookshelves and the corner of the wall.

There was a dark gray safe that was half a meter tall embedded there.

Made in Germany, with a double lock consisting of a combination of a password and a mechanical rotary dial.

Shen Qinghan's eyes lit up, as if she had seen an oasis in the desert.

She walked quickly over and squatted down in front of the safe.

My knees hit the hardwood floor with a dull thud.

She put on very thin rubber gloves and pressed her ear against the cold metal cabinet door.

This old-fashioned mechanical lock can be cracked by listening to the sound of gears meshing, provided one has a keen enough hearing.

During the special training at the provincial department, she achieved the highest score in this area.

Hold the metal turntable in your right hand and rotate it slowly and very steadily clockwise.

"Click...click..."

An extremely faint sound of gears meshing reached my ears.

Shen Qinghan narrowed his eyes slightly, memorizing the markings.

Turn it back counterclockwise.

In a confined space, time is stretched out infinitely.

All she could hear was her own breathing and the clicking of the turntable.

Sweat soaked through the back of my white shirt, the fabric sticking to my skin, making me extremely uncomfortable.

Half an hour passed.

One last clockwise rotation.

"Click—click!"

A crisp metallic spring snapped back, echoing through the silent room.

Shen Qinghan's hand trembled, and she almost dropped the flashlight.

opened!

She took a deep breath, gripped the cold metal handle, and pulled hard.

The heavy safe door slid open slowly without making a sound.

Shen Qinghan's heart leaped into her throat.

She shone the beam of her flashlight inside.

There are no drugs.

There were no bundles of black money.

There is no blacklist for murder to cover up crimes.

In the empty tin box, only a few old photo albums with yellowed edges lay quietly.

Next to it were several thick stacks of post office money order stubs, bound together with kraft paper rope.

The stub paper was already quite brittle, and the edges were badly worn.

Shen Qinghan was stunned.

What kind of secret is this?

She reached out her gloved hand with a puzzled look and carefully picked up the top stack of remittance slips.

Turn to the first page.

Under the dim light, the powerful penmanship on the paper was clearly Su Ye's handwriting.

Recipient: Hongxing Primary School, Yunnan-Guizhou Mountain Area.

Remittance amount: RMB 100,000.

Postscript: Improve the children's lunches; make sure there's enough meat. Buy some new desks and chairs; the old ones need replacing.

Shen Qinghan's pupils suddenly contracted.

Unconvinced, she quickly flipped through the remaining stubs.

The paper made a rapid rustling sound as it rubbed together.

Recipient: Northwest Liangshan Hope Project Office.

Remittance amount: RMB 300,000.

Postscript: Use the road repair funds to prevent children from wading through water to get to school.

Scrolling down further, the recipients on several remittance slips changed.

Recipient: Family of Wang Jian, a police officer from Longhai City who died in the line of duty.

Remittance amount: RMB 500,000.

Postscript: Anonymous. Please pay the child's tuition; don't let your sister-in-law suffer.

Recipient: Orphan of Zhao Ming, martyr of the Provincial Narcotics Control Brigade.

Remittance amount: RMB 500,000.

Postscript: Anonymous. This money is enough for him to finish college.

Shen Qinghan's hands trembled violently.

Stacks of remittance slips slipped from her hands and scattered on the ground with a "clatter".

It was like a pale snowfall.

Her legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the cold wooden floor.

The flashlight rolled to the side, its beam striking the base of the wall and illuminating the dust particles dancing in the air.

"This is impossible... How could this be..."

Shen Qinghan's voice was hoarse, as if she were talking to herself.

She was sent by the provincial department to investigate organized crime!

She was on guard day and night against the gangster's son, trying to find irrefutable evidence of his crimes.

The most crucial secrets were locked in his safe.

It was actually tens of millions of yuan in charitable donations and martyrs' pensions!

The families of those police academy alumni who sacrificed their lives in the line of duty, leaving their families without any source of income.

So they were secretly being supported by this so-called "gangster boss"?!

She thought about the past few months.

She deliberately wore a tight-fitting bodycon skirt in an attempt to extract information.

He hides in the toilet every day, sending those conspiracy theory-laden text messages from an undercover agent.

The interpretation of Su Ye's year-end bonus as money laundering is misinterpreted.

The training of unlicensed taxi drivers by Su Ye was misinterpreted as a cover-up for smuggling.

She felt like a clown jumping around.

A pathetic spy standing in the sunlight, desperately trying to guess what others are thinking with the most despicable thoughts.

Shen Qinghan covered her mouth, and tears streamed down her face without warning.

It dripped down between my fingers and into my mouth, tasting both salty and bitter.

"Beep beep beep—"

The encrypted phone in the bag suddenly vibrated.

The sound was particularly jarring in the quiet archives room.

Shen Qinghan frantically pulled out her phone, the screen flashing the words "Director Li".

She pressed the answer button and held the phone to her ear.

He was breathing rapidly, like someone who had just finished a marathon.

"Qinghan! Did you get it?! Is it the smuggling ledger?!" Li Jianguo's anxious voice made her eardrums hurt.

Shen Qinghan looked at the remittance slips for student aid scattered all over the floor.

Tears blurred my vision.

She gritted her teeth, her voice trembling with sobs.

"Director Li... I got it."

"Great! I knew this kid was hiding something! What kind of irrefutable evidence is inside?!"

Shen Qinghan took a breath of cold air, and felt a sharp pain in her chest.

"It's irrefutable proof. Irrefutable proof that we're all a bunch of bastards!"