Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

The projector's cooling fan was humming.

The hot air, carrying the smell of burnt plastic, rushed straight towards Lei Hu's bald head in the first row.

The image on the screen freezes.

Hong Tai, wearing a yellow vest with reflective strips, was being forced into a police car by two policemen who were holding his neck down, with his hands covering his head.

That old face, covered in thick, fleshy folds, looked ashen and sallow as a moldy pig's liver.

Did you understand?

Su Ye, holding a black marker, turned around.

He jabbed the whiteboard behind him twice, the pen tip making a crisp "tap-tap" sound.

The four characters "dimensional reduction attack" were written in a flamboyant style, with the ink edges glistening with moisture.

Lei Hu scratched the back of his head.

Rough fingernails scraped against the scalp, causing a few small, white flakes to fall off.

"Brother... no, Mr. Su. I recognize each character when I break it down."

Lei Hu swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"But what does 'dimensional reduction' mean? I do know a little about lowering blood pressure; I just bought my mom a blood pressure monitor recently."

The fat hall master below nodded vigorously in agreement.

The leather chair creaked and groaned under the weight of his round body.

"Yes, Mr. Su. We're just trying to extort... I mean, to make a legal claim!"

The fat hall master patted his belly under his suit jacket guiltily.

"What does this have to do with any crackdown?"

Su Ye casually tossed the marker onto the table.

The plastic shell struck the glass tabletop with a crisp sound.

He picked up the thermos beside him, unscrewed the lid, and took a sip of warm water.

A subtle sweet aroma of goji berries filled the air.

"You took a watermelon knife and went to chop someone up."

Su Ye pointed his finger at Lei Hu's nose.

"They're using steel pipes for defense, what's that called?"

"Let's have a showdown!"

Lei Hu blurted out, and even made a diagonal slashing gesture in mid-air.

"That depends on who's ruthless and lucky! Whoever falls first admits defeat!"

"Yes." Su Ye walked up to him and looked down at him.

"That's like savages fighting, poking tree bark with spears."

Su Ye turned around.

He raised his arm and pointed to Lin Dai, who was sitting in the corner, head down, drinking black coffee.

Lin Dai wore a burgundy silk shirt today.

The black ribbon at the collar was tied into a tight bow, exuding a cold and unapproachable aura.

"Director Lin, what do you call this?"

Su Ye's voice rose two octaves, making the blinds tremble.

"She drove a tank, and the cannon barrel was pointed directly at Hong Tai's forehead!"

He walked back to the whiteboard and slapped his palm on the surface.

"While others are still sharpening their knives, your Director Lin has already classified the case as a court summons, property preservation order, and disorderly conduct..."

Su Ye sneered, a glint of light flashing behind his glasses.

"Everything has been arranged perfectly for them!"

The meeting room was quiet.

Only the cold air from the central air conditioning vents was pouring down.

Lei Hu's mouth was agape.

His lips were glistening, and he almost drooled.

He looked down at his palm, which was as big as a palm leaf fan.

My palms were covered in thick calluses from rubbing them with a knife handle; they were hard and yellow.

"Good heavens... So this piece of paper with the red stamp is even sharper than my machete?"

The fat hall master gasped.

The cold wind choked my throat, triggering a violent dry cough.

"Cough cough cough... Of course! That old bastard Hong Tai, even his underwear was auctioned off!"

The fat hall master wiped away the tears he had coughed up.

"I heard that his wife ran away with her brother-in-law last night, and also took the last two gold bars from the safe."

"So, all of you, turn your heads!"

Su Ye tapped his knuckles on the table with a "bang bang" sound.

"From now on, when I go out to do things, I will first think about where the surveillance cameras are overhead, and then think about how to preserve the evidence."

His gaze swept over the dozen or so fleshy faces below him.

"If anyone dares to lay a hand on me again..."

Su Ye narrowed his eyes, his tone as cold as ice.

"I'll be the first to have the Ministry of Justice sue him, until he can't even afford a tattered straw mat!"

The underlings all shrank back in unison.

Cold sweat poured down my spine.

Lin Dai put down her ceramic coffee cup.

The bottom of the cup hit the cork coaster without making a sound.

She pushed up her black-rimmed glasses, revealing long, slender, and fair fingertips.

"Mr. Su, you flatter me. It's just a normal civil claim with a criminal supplement added; it's basic procedure."

Her tone was as flat as if she were picking out a head of cabbage at the market.

"The three million has been transferred to the court's enforcement account and arrived in the company's main account half an hour ago."

Lin Dai opened the black folder on her lap.

The pages turned with a soft "rustling" sound.

"In addition, the families of those thugs who caused trouble in the lobby yesterday with steel pipes came to ask for forgiveness this morning."

Her red lips parted slightly, a mocking smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

"I charged each person 20,000 yuan, plus some compensation for emotional distress and shock. The total was 120,000 yuan."

"hiss--"

A chorus of gasps filled the conference room.

Lei Hu stared with bloodshot eyes, his eyeballs almost popping out onto the carpet.

He usually led his brothers to collect debts owed to him.

Even if you talk yourself hoarse and get stabbed by a couple of bottles of liquor, you'll only get a few thousand yuan in delivery fees at most.

This old lady touched her upper and lower lips together.

Money just falls like a whirlwind? And you don't even have to worry about getting arrested by the cops?

"I'm impressed. Director Lin, I, Lei Hu, have never been impressed by anyone in my life."

Lei Hu suddenly stood up.

He gripped the taut hem of his suit jacket with both hands and forced a deep 90-degree bow towards Lin Dai.

He got really worked up and even let out a loud burp.

"From now on, your legal department will be the nuclear weapon of our Sihai Express!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Nuclear weapons!"

The chubby hall master joined in the shouting, his fleshy palms clapping until they were red.

"From now on, wherever Director Lin points, our security team will set up cameras there! We'll leave you absolutely no blind spots!"

Su Ye looked at this group of legal illiterates who had finally figured it out.

He pulled two mints out of his pocket, unwrapped them, and popped them into his mouth.

The spicy coolness instantly shot straight to my head.

"That's right."

Su Ye bit into the candy, making a crunching sound.

"Relying on fists is a low-level tactic of street thugs. Using the rules to defeat your opponent is what makes a high-level game."

The meeting ended.

A few days later, it was the first payday after the company transformed into a logistics enterprise.

Finance office on the fourth floor.

The dot matrix printer was frantically spitting out pay slips with a "click-clack" sound.

The air was filled with the sour smell of fermenting ink, mixed with the dry smell of photocopy paper.

Chen Suan sat in front of the computer screen.

His eye sockets were sunken, and his eyes were covered with spider web-like red blood vessels.

He gripped the mouse tightly with his left hand, while his right hand trembled uncontrollably, his palm covered in sweat.

The financial statements on the computer screen were so clean it was unsettling.

Every delivery receipt, every gasoline expense.

Even the cleaning lady gets a VAT invoice when she buys a mop.

The group of top university students recruited by undercover agent Zhang Tiezhu were nothing short of a tireless bunch of mules.

Add to that the group of retired gangsters who drive heavy trucks.

With robust delivery capabilities and scientific scheduling, the number of logistics orders tripled.

The book profits are frighteningly high.

Moreover, all of it is legitimate income that can withstand scrutiny!

Chen Suan felt a little short of breath.

The burgundy silk tie around his neck was so tight he could hardly breathe.

He loosened the knot of his tie, his chest heaving violently.

"This ledger..."

Chen Suan bit his thumb nail, the edge of which was pitted and uneven.

"They can't even find a mistake that would warrant a 200 yuan fine from the Industry and Commerce Bureau!"

He hid in the toilet of the rented room last night.

He sent a text message to Director Li Jianguo of the Municipal Public Security Bureau using a mobile phone that was not registered under his real name.

The report stated that Sihai Group's profit exceeded ten million this month, and it paid all taxes, including the disability employment security fund.

The bureau chief ignored him for a long time.

In the end, he only replied with three words marked with exclamation marks: "Investigate fake accounts!!!"

Chen Suan gave a wry smile.

What a load of rubbish! This ledger is more transparent than the provincial department's accounts for purchasing office supplies.

"Me, a high-ranking undercover cop, sitting here every day helping gangsters legally evade taxes?"

He rubbed his messy hair in frustration.

"What kind of nonsense is this!"

The landline phone on the corner of the table suddenly rang.

The shrill ringing startled him so much that his hand jerked violently.

The freshly brewed hot coffee next to me was spilled.

Dark brown liquid spilled onto the crotch of the suit trousers.

"hiss!"

It burned him so badly he winced and quickly grabbed a few tissues to wipe himself.

"Feed? Finance Department." Chen Suan held the microphone between his fingers, his voice slightly distorted.

"Mr. Chen, the pay slips for all the branches... no, all the departments have been calculated."

The cashier, Xiao Li, poked half his head in from outside the door.

He was holding a stack of cut-up strips of paper.

"Would you like to sign here? We can transfer the funds to the company account immediately."

Chen wiped his pants haphazardly twice.

I walked over and took the thick stack of pay slips.

He habitually flipped to the top page, which was the one for security director Lei Hu.

My gaze swept over the base salary, overtime pay, and full attendance bonus.

Then deduct the five social insurances and one housing fund and personal income tax.

My gaze lingered on the last number, "Actual Amount Received".

Chen Suan's eye twitched uncontrollably twice.

This number.

He earned more than he did when he was a trader at a Wall Street investment bank!

An illiterate thug who used to only know how to collect protection money on the street has now become a high-income white-collar worker?

Chen Suan felt that his worldview was collapsing.

He walked unsteadily out of the finance office, carrying the stack of papers.

The leather shoes felt soft and yielding on the thick carpet in the corridor, offering no support whatsoever.

Walk all the way to the CEO's office at the end of the road.

The double mahogany doors exude an air of authority.

Chen Suan took a deep breath.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down with difficulty as he tried to calm his wildly beating heart.

He raised his hand, bent his knuckles, and knocked twice on the door.

"Knock knock".

"Come in," came Su Ye's languid voice from inside.

Chen Suan pushed open the door.

There was a faint aroma of Lapsang Souchong black tea in the room.

Su Ye was standing with her back to him, looking down at the bustling traffic below through the floor-to-ceiling window.

"President Su."

Chen Suan clutched the stack of pay slips, the edges of which were damp with the cold sweat from his palms.

He took a small step forward.

His voice was so dry it sounded like he'd swallowed a handful of sand.

"All payslips have been checked."

Chen Suan paused, raised the stack of papers in his hand, and spoke with an incredulous sense of absurdity.

"But if this money is really distributed according to the rules... are you sure the guys down there won't go crazy?"