Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

At 8:00 AM, at the Wangjiatun pig farm in the western suburbs of Longhai City.

The air was filled with a strong smell of fermenting pig manure, mixed with the slightly chilly fog of an early autumn morning.

In front of rows of red brick pigsties, several silver photography tracks are set up on the muddy dirt road.

Several Arri cameras, enough to buy the entire village, were covered with dust cloths and reflected a cold light in the fog.

"Oh my god... this flavor is so hardcore."

Old K was wearing an old black suit that was obviously too short, and leather shoes covered in yellow mud.

He covered his nose, but his blue eyes gleamed with an almost manic light.

"This is the Eastern Mafia's secret disposal center? Throwing traitors into pigsties to destroy evidence? Classic! Absolutely classic!"

Old K gestured wildly in English with a heavy Los Angeles accent.

Shen Qinghan was wearing a white shirt and jeans, with blue plastic shoe covers on her feet.

She held a stack of storyboards in her hand, and her temples twitched twice.

"No... Director K. It's not about destroying evidence."

Shen Qinghan rubbed her throbbing temples and stammered as she translated in English.

"Our chairman said, 'You're allowed to photograph pigs. Live pigs.'"

"Filming a pig?" Old K was stunned, spreading his hands exaggeratedly. "How can filming a pig demonstrate the ruthlessness and cruelty of the gang? Are you suggesting we put sunglasses on the pig to collect protection money?"

"No, no, it's about demonstrating... the social responsibility of legitimate businesses."

Shen Qinghan felt like her tongue was tied in knots, and she could barely continue making up a story.

She glanced desperately at a black Maybach not far away.

Su Ye sat in the open back seat of the Maybach.

He took off his coat and draped it over his knees, wearing only a snow-white shirt.

He held the chipped stainless steel thermos in his left hand, tapping the inside of the cup lightly with his index finger.

"Secretary Shen, tell him."

Su Ye's voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear outside the quiet pigsty.

"I want to capture the oppressive feeling of the roaring engines in 'Fast & Furious.' The main character is our Sihai Jisu Express refrigerated truck."

Old K's blue eyes lit up instantly after hearing the translation.

"Car chases! That's my specialty! I've blown up seventeen Chevrolets in Hollywood!"

He excitedly grabbed the walkie-talkie. "Lighting crew! Turn that row of pigsties into a cyberpunk-esque cool color scheme! Camera up, get ready to capture the domineering moment the male lead gets out of the car!"

Ten minutes later.

"Buzz—!"

It was accompanied by a deafening roar of a diesel engine.

A heavy-duty refrigerated truck painted with the green "Sihai Jisuda" logo drove into the film set with an imposing presence, churning through the mud.

The tires kicked up mud up to half a person's height.

"Good! Maintain this pressure! Close the shot!" Old K roared, waving his arms.

The truck came to a steady stop in front of the pigpen, and the air brakes hissed loudly.

The car door popped open.

Old K held his breath, anticipating the arrival of a cold-blooded killer in a black suit and sunglasses.

result.

Er Lengzi was wearing a reflective yellow vest, a food delivery helmet, and had an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth.

With a "thud," I jumped off the car, my feet landing in a mud puddle, splashing mud all over my pants.

He scratched his freshly shaved buzz cut, then casually pulled a tattered rag from his pocket and wiped his hands haphazardly.

He showed his two front teeth to the camera lens.

"Hey fellow villager! I'm here to buy pigs! The company's price is 20 cents more per pound than the market price, cash payment guaranteed, no delays!"

Er Lengzi's hoarse voice exploded in the microphone.

Old K was dumbfounded.

He pointed at the driver on the monitor who looked a bit silly, then turned to look at Shen Qinghan.

"This is your male lead?! Why isn't he even wearing a suit? Where's his gun?!"

Shen Qinghan bit her lower lip, trying to suppress her laughter and helplessness.

"He... he's an outstanding employee in the logistics department. Our chairman said that this is what we call the hardcore aesthetics of the lower-tier market."

Old K desperately clutched his messy hair, feeling as if his proud Hollywood action movie experience was being rubbed into the mud by a boar.

He sighed and picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Alright, all departments, prepare to film the arrest scene. Lead actor, you now need to portray the ruthlessness and efficiency of a gangster on a mission! Go, bring that biggest target over there...!"

After listening to Shen Qinghan's translation, Er Lengzi patted his chest.

"Catching pigs? That's my specialty!"

He pulled a thick rope from the back of the truck and strode into the pigpen.

The camera track immediately followed, and the lens locked onto him.

Old K was directing from behind the monitor.

"Low camera angle! Shoot from below! Give him a heroic, bird's-eye view! Emphasize the deadly presence of the rope in his hand!"

In the pigsty.

A sow weighing over 300 pounds was grunting and rooting around the trough.

Er Lengzi walked over, and the pig clearly sensed the danger, suddenly shook its head, and ran wildly towards the corner.

"Trying to run away?!"

Er Lengzi shouted loudly.

After all, he was a retired employee of the Sihai Security Department, and he was agile.

He darted forward, using the red brick wall of the pigpen as leverage, and leaped into the air, landing directly on the pig's back.

"Awooo—!"

The old sow let out a piercing scream and, along with Er Lengzi, rolled wildly in the mud.

Mud splashed everywhere.

Er Lengzi clamped his legs tightly around the pig's belly, and quickly looped the rope around the pig's hind legs.

The movements were crisp and clean, even showing a hint of martial arts.

"Great! That's awesome! This action scene is so hardcore!"

Old K jumped up excitedly in front of the monitor and slapped his thigh.

"Push the camera up! Give that defiant beast a slow-motion close-up! Capture that...the despair of being subdued by gangsters!"

Five minutes later.

The 300-pound sow was tied up tightly and thrown into the back of the refrigerated truck like a meat dumpling.

Er Lengzi was covered in mud and wiped his face.

He walked in front of the camera, straightened his back, and gave a sudden 90-degree bow.

"Sihai Fresh Produce, direct from the source! Legally sourced, absolutely no forced sales! Buy meat from Sihai Express, and we'll compensate you tenfold for any counterfeit product!"

"Click!"

Old K called for a halt, took off his headphones, and stared at the monitor screen with a complex expression.

He had to admit that this extreme rusticity combined with Hollywood-standard camerawork was a perfect match.

It creates an extremely bizarre yet captivating visual impact.

It's like watching a thug in a suit elegantly eating garlic.

Su Ye sat in the Maybach, watching the images transmitted back from the monitor.

He nodded in satisfaction.

I unscrewed the lid, blew on the plump goji berries floating in the cup, and took a sip of water.

"That's right. That's the kind of contrast we want."

He looked at Shen Qinghan and said, "Tell Old K to move to the train station this afternoon to film a promotional video about travel etiquette."

Shen Qinghan nodded, her plastic shoe covers making a "splat" sound as she stepped into the mud.

She was just about to walk over and translate.

Out of the corner of my eye, I suddenly caught sight of something behind a sloping hill more than a hundred meters away from the film set.

A very faint reflection flashed.

It looks like a reflection from a camera lens.

Shen Qinghan's heart skipped a beat.

Those are Director Li and Captain Gu?!

Did they really come to the pigsty to stake out and catch people laundering money?!

Shen Qinghan subconsciously bit her lower lip, and her palms broke out in a cold sweat.

She glanced back at Su Ye, who was slowly and methodically putting the thermos back on.

They were completely unaware of the unusual activity in the distance.

"We're doomed... Captain Gu's high-definition camera must have captured Old K and Er Lengzi on camera."

Shen Qinghan secretly groaned.

If this were taken back to Director Li, wouldn't he be so angry he'd have a stroke?

They went to great lengths to catch transnational money laundering.

The video showed gangsters grabbing an old sow in the pigsty, and they were even bowing and shouting "Fake product, ten times the compensation!"

Behind the earthen slope.

In the grass.

Captain Gu was wearing a tattered camouflage uniform, with two streaks of mud smeared on his face, and he was lying on the ground.

He was holding a high-definition camera with a telephoto lens.

Two criminal police officers were lying nearby, shivering from the cold morning fog.

"Captain Gu...did you get the shot?"

The young detective next to him sniffled and asked in a low voice, "Did you see the box full of cash?"

Captain Gu put down the camera, his eyes bloodshot from staying up all night.

He swallowed hard, then subconsciously touched the scar on the back of his head, feeling a chill run down his spine.

"I didn't see any cash... I... I only saw a pig."

"A pig? Hiding money in a pig's belly?!" The young detective's eyes widened. "That's brilliant! No wonder they're from the underworld!"

"Hide my ass!"

Captain Gu gritted his teeth and slapped the young policeman's helmet.

"They were actually buying pigs! That foreign director was even giving instructions on how to tie the pigs up in an artistic way!"

Frustrated, Captain Gu grabbed a handful of grass roots and threw them on the ground.

"If we take this video back, the bureau chief will definitely flip the table."

He sighed and was just about to raise the camera again.

Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in the shot.

Black Panther!

That ruthless gangster who used to kill without blinking an eye in underground boxing rings.

He was wearing that white shirt that was about to burst open, and his tie was askew.

Holding a plastic lunchbox printed with "Sihai Security," he trotted over to Old K with a scurry gait.

A standard 90-degree bow.

"Director K, would you like a boxed lunch? I added two chicken drumsticks; I just went to the village entrance to buy them for you."

Captain Gu could clearly see the look on Black Panther's face through the camera lens.

A fawning, humble, and even slightly ingratiating bright smile.

This is a demon that could break a person's ribs with a single punch!

"They're insane...they're all fucking insane."

Captain Gu's finger trembled, and he almost dropped the camera into the mud.

"This Sihai Group is practically a large-scale cult internment center."

set.

Su Ye pushed open the car door, his leather shoes stepping on the muddy ground.

He walked up to Old K.

"Director K, how's it going?"

Old K chewed on the chicken leg that Black Panther had brought him, his mouth dripping with oil.

He gave a thumbs up, his blue eyes filled with fervor.

"Mr. Su! This is incredible! I guarantee that once this film is released, it will definitely be nominated for Best Documentary at Cannes!"

Su Ye smiled.

"The nomination is not important. What is important is letting the people know that we are a group of law-abiding...farmer entrepreneurs."

He turned to look at Shen Qinghan.

"Secretary Shen, inform Chen Suan. Edit the video by tomorrow and buy all the screens on buses in Longhai City to play it on repeat around the clock."