Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

Zhang Tiezhu held the light, flimsy A4 sheet of paper in his hand.

The knuckles of my fingers turned white from being squeezed so hard.

He stared intently at the bold, large characters that read "Starting with a full-time undergraduate degree".

His Adam's apple slid up and down violently in a circle.

"Mr. Su, did you pick up the wrong draft?"

He moved the paper closer to the edge of his desk.

"We're hiring laborers to move goods and carry packages, not top scorers in the civil service exam!"

Su Ye slowly unscrewed the lid of the thermos.

He bent down and blew on a few plump goji berries floating on the water.

Warm steam rose from the glass lenses of his gold-rimmed glasses.

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

He slammed the cup on the table.

It made a dull sound.

"If I can't pass the CET-4 (College English Test Band 4), how will I understand overseas express delivery orders when the company grows bigger?"

Zhang Tiezhu's foot slipped.

I almost did a split on that expensive Persian carpet.

He swallowed a mouthful of earthy-tasting saliva.

"Okay, I'll go print it right away."

That afternoon.

Outside the Xinghui Billiards Hall in the south of Longhai City.

The sun was scorching, baking the asphalt road surface until it seemed to be sweating.

A pile of uncleaned garbage in the corner emitted a pungent, rancid smell.

Red Hair spat out the tasteless betel nut residue he had been chewing.

He frowned and stared at the red paper that had just been pasted on the wall.

The sour smell of the inferior paste hit my nose.

"English... Level 4?"

He took the half-bent billiard cue in his hand and poked the paper.

He turned to look at the scarred man squatting next to him, smoking.

"Bro, what's this Level 4 thing? Is it even more powerful than the Double Flower Red Stick in our underworld?"

Scarface took a deep drag of his Red Plum cigarette, coughing twice as he did so.

"Damn it!"

He stood up, his yellow teeth still covered with leftover chive leaves from lunch.

"That good-for-nothing prince of Sihai must have gotten his head caught in a door."

Scarface used a bright red cigarette butt to burn a hole in the red paper.

The smoke drifted upwards through the seams of the paper.

"A gang is recruiting college graduates? The God of Literature could descend to earth and take the knife for him!"

The two exchanged a glance.

He burst into a fit of raucous, hoarse laughter.

The news spread like wildfire through Longhai City's underworld.

All the different gangs were using this as a topic of conversation over drinks.

Everyone thought that Su Ye was traumatized after his father's death and was starting to act crazy.

But no one expected that this outrageous GG would actually attract a group of monsters.

three days later.

The lobby on the first floor of Sihai Building.

The central air conditioning was blowing out cold air.

Zhang Tiezhu sat behind the temporary mahogany table.

The boss's chair beneath him creaked loudly from his sitting.

He reached up and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

My gaze swept past the stacks of A4 resumes with words printed on them.

Look towards the gate.

The queue stretched for two whole blocks.

None of them were social outcasts with dyed blonde hair and lip piercings.

All he had were green faces wearing plaid shirts and thick-rimmed black glasses.

There was no familiar smell of cheap cigarettes in the air.

They all smelled exactly like Six God Floral Water, along with the fresh scent of ink from freshly printed paper.

"Next."

Zhang Tiezhu cleared his dry throat.

A young man, as thin as a bamboo pole, pulled out a chair and sat down.

I only dared to touch half of the chair with my buttocks.

He clasped his hands together on his knees, his thumbs constantly digging into each other.

"Hello, Director Zhang. My name is Liu Xiaowei. I'm from Jiaotong University, majoring in logistics management."

He pushed up his glasses, which had slipped down to the bridge of his nose.

His voice was trembling with nervousness.

Zhang Tiezhu picked up his resume.

When my obsessive-compulsive disorder kicks in, I have to align the edges of the paper with the edge of the table.

"Jiao Tong University?"

He pointed to that line on the resume.

"What kind of university is that? Does it teach fighting?"

Liu Xiaowei was stunned.

His mouth was slightly open, and he didn't close it for a long time.

"Yes, it's National Chiao Tung University, a 985 key university..."

Zhang Tiezhu's face flushed.

He quickly coughed twice, pretending to be uncultured, to cover up his embarrassment.

"Oh, you're from Jiaotong University. Did you bring your CET-4 (College English Test Band 4) certificate?"

Liu Xiaowei quickly unzipped the faded backpack.

He frantically pulled out a green certificate.

Zhang Tiezhu took it, opened it, and glanced at it.

It was covered with foreign symbols he didn't recognize.

He forced himself to act like an expert, nodded, and tapped the table with his index finger.

"Well, this job is tiring. We have to ride along with the truck and carry the goods ourselves."

He leaned forward, staring into the other person's evasive eyes.

"You're from a top university, why are you coming here to suffer? Aren't you afraid your parents will scold you?"

Liu Xiaowei's eyes reddened.

His shoulders slumped.

"During this year's financial crisis, all the big companies outside are laying off employees, and I can't even find an unpaid internship."

He looked up, his eyes filled with a desperate desire to grasp at a straw.

"Your company offers a base salary of 5,000 yuan, and also pays for the five social insurances and one housing fund."

He took a deep breath.

"I can endure hardship! I can work ten hours a day moving goods, as long as I get paid on time!"

Zhang Tiezhu looked at the child's red and swollen eyes.

My heart was filled with mixed feelings.

This wretched world has forced even those who wield pens to compete with gangsters for their livelihood.

He picked up the inkpad and stamped a bright red "Pass" mark.

"Be here at 8 a.m. sharp tomorrow morning. If you're even a minute late, pack your bags and get out."

Liu Xiaowei was so excited that he stood up abruptly.

His knee slammed against the leg of the mahogany table with a dull thud.

He didn't even bother to rub it; he bowed repeatedly, saying thank you as he backed out.

Zhang Tiezhu leaned back in his chair.

I reached up and rubbed my sore neck.

If the bureau chief knew that I, as an undercover agent, had recruited a highly educated, professional army for the gang, he would be furious.

He's so angry he'll definitely suffer a stroke.

A few days passed in the blink of an eye.

The day of new employee onboarding training arrived.

Fifty newly recruited college students stood neatly in the hall.

They all changed into the fluorescent green work uniforms from Sihai Express.

The clothes were a bit too big, hanging loosely on their thin frames.

Zhang Tiezhu was holding a red megaphone with peeling paint.

Standing on the makeshift wooden platform in front.

The morning sunlight streamed through the panoramic glass doors, illuminating his buzz cut.

"Stand up straight, all of you!"

He yelled at the top of his lungs.

The fifty people below shuddered in fright and quickly straightened their backs and raised their heads.

Their hands were pressed tightly against the seams of their trousers, like a group of elementary school students waiting to be scolded.

"Once you enter the gates of Sihai, you must abide by our company rules!"

Zhang Tiezhu used his rough index finger to point at each one one by one.

"First, the customer is like a father! You have to make sure the delivery guy smiles when you're out!"

"Secondly, no tardiness or early departures are allowed, and no stealing goods is permitted!"

He put down the loudspeaker and picked at his ear.

"Third, and most importantly!"

His eyes widened, and he was just about to pull out the legal education rhetoric he had memorized at the police academy.

"We are a legitimate company, we absolutely cannot..."

"Bang!"

A deafening roar, like a thunderclap.

They forcefully blocked Zhang Tiezhu from saying the rest of his sentence.

The two-meter-high panoramic tempered glass door.

It was kicked to pieces from the outside.

Glass shards shattered like hail, scattering across the ground.

The sunlight refracted onto the scattered debris, making it impossible to open one's eyes.

The college students screamed in terror.

Like a quail startled from its nest, it covered its head and shrank into a corner.

Liu Xiaowei tripped over something and fell flat on his backside.

Zhang Tiezhu's muscles tensed instantly.

He almost cracked the plastic handle of the megaphone in his hand from squeezing it.

He stared intently at the door.

Backlit.

A dozen or so shirtless young men with full-back tattoos swaggered in, stepping over shards of glass.

The shards of glass beneath my feet made a sickening crunching sound.

The leader was a fat man.

A gold chain as thick as a finger hung around his neck, swaying with his belly.

He was chewing betel nut, and his cheeks were bulging out quite a bit.

He was dragging a solid aluminum baseball bat in his hand.

The baseball bat scraped against the tiles, the harsh metallic sound scraping against everyone's eardrums.

The fat man spat out a mouthful of red betel nut juice.

The red water splashed on the white floor tiles, like a pool of glaring blood.

He tapped the half-door frame that was still standing next to him with a baseball bat.

"Dang dang dang".

"Oh?"

The fat man tilted his head, his nostrils pointing upwards.

His gaze swept over the group of trembling green-clad nerds huddled in the corner.

A carefree grin spread across his face.

"Has the Sihai Chamber of Commerce switched to running a daycare center now? Hiring this bunch of weaklings who can't even lift a knife to guard the place?"

He pointed the tip of his stick at Zhang Tiezhu on the stage.

"Go, bring out your cowardly prince and tell him the Sanlian Gang is here to collect this month's 'security fee.' If they're short even a penny, I'll break all these college students' legs today!"