Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

Chen Suan held the stack of A4 papers covered with black text in both hands.

My fingertips traced a row of sweaty fingerprints along the edge of the paper.

He handed over the payroll report and leaned half his body on the large mahogany desk.

"President Su, this money... if this money is distributed..."

Chen Suan's lips were dry and chapped, and he licked the corner of his mouth with his tongue.

"These guys used to go out and fight, and they'd only get a couple hundred dollars in resettlement money each time. On your payslip, even the lowest-level movers are making almost ten thousand."

Su Ye turned around, and the sunlight reflected off the edge of his gold-rimmed glasses, creating a dazzling white light.

He took the stack of reports and casually flicked his fingertips across the paper twice.

The paper made a crisp "rustling" sound.

"What's wrong with tens of thousands?" Su Ye pulled out a leather chair and sat down, loosening his tie as he did so.

"They work twelve hours a day, accompanying the truck to deliver goods, carrying things up and down. This is called 'the more you work, the more you earn.'"

He picked up the black and gold Parker pen on the table.

With a swift stroke of the pen across the paper, he signed his name with sharp, decisive strokes.

"But..." Chen Suan scratched his messy hair, his eyes darting around.

"Isn't this social insurance and housing fund payment a bit outrageous? It's like they're covering the medical insurance for the guys in our logistics park... I mean, even their parents who farm back home?"

"This is what corporate culture is, do you understand?" Su Ye threw the signed report back into Chen Suan's arms.

He picked up his thermos and slowly blew on the goji berries floating on the water.

"Make the payment. I want to see all the money in their account before sunset today."

Su Ye narrowed his eyes. "Not a single cent less."

Chen swallowed hard, his saliva tinged with the bitter taste of coffee, and left the office with the reports in his arms.

His leather shoes stomped on the carpet, and his silhouette seemed somewhat dazed.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was so strong that it could melt the asphalt road.

The warehouse in the Sihai Logistics Park was sweltering.

The air was filled with the musty smell of damp cardboard boxes, mixed with the sweaty odor of dozens of men.

Lei Hu, shirtless with a yellowed towel draped around his neck, was directing his underlings to unload goods from the truck.

His muscles gleamed with oil, and the dragon tattoo on his chest, which stretched over his shoulder, was soaked with sweat and looked menacing.

"Hurry, hurry! This shipment must be delivered before 6 PM!"

Lei Hu roared in his hoarse voice, using a crumpled delivery note as a fan.

"If anyone knocks a corner off a customer's suitcase, I'll smash it with a baseball bat... uh, and dock their pay!"

A few younger men were carrying a double-door refrigerator with great effort.

One of them, nicknamed Er Lengzi, was as thin as a bamboo pole.

The scar on his face, running diagonally from the corner of his eye to his chin, now looked as red as a centipede from the heat.

"Brother Tiger..." Er Lengzi put down the refrigerator, panting heavily, sweat dripping down his chin and hitting the ground.

"We deliver these broken refrigerators, making ten yuan per floor, and we still have to put on a smiling face for everyone. When will this ever end?"

He wiped his forehead with the back of his dirty hand. "This is even more frustrating than collecting protection money before."

"Shut your stinking mouth!" Lei Hu slapped Er Lengzi on the back of the head, making him stagger.

"President Su has spoken. This is a society governed by law. Do you want to go inside and work as a sewing machine?"

They were arguing.

“Ding Di—”

The Nokia with the cracked screen in Lei Hu's pocket suddenly beeped twice with a sharp text message notification.

Immediately afterwards, a cacophony of cell phone ringing filled the warehouse.

Some sounded like air raid sirens, while others played Phoenix Legend.

The noise rose and fell, like a pot that had exploded.

Er Lengzi rubbed his hands haphazardly on his trouser leg a couple of times, then pulled a knock-off phone out of his pocket.

He squinted, leaned closer to the screen, and moved his lips in sync with the words displayed on it.

"China Construction Bank... Your account ending in 8975... has received a transfer of RMB..."

Er Lengzi's voice was stuck in his throat, and his Adam's apple swayed violently.

"11,350?!"

He screamed and almost threw his phone away.

"Holy crap! Tiger! The bank sent me the wrong amount of money!"

Lei Hu was also staring blankly at his Nokia.

The screen's pale blue light shone on his fleshy face, causing his muscles to twitch unnaturally.

He ignored the simpleton and frantically tapped down on the screen with his rough thumb to open the details.

The summary section clearly states four words: "Legal Salary".

The warehouse was deathly silent.

Dozens of men who had just unloaded large appliances from the truck stood there dumbfounded.

The handle of the cart slipped from his hand and crashed onto the cement floor with a thud, kicking up a layer of dust.

Nobody cares.

"Gulp." Someone swallowed a large mouthful of saliva, which sounded particularly jarring in the quiet warehouse.

Er Lengzi, his hands trembling, shoved the phone in front of Lei Hu's eyes.

"Brother Tiger, look at yourself. Am I seeing things? Is there an extra zero?"

Lei Hu slapped his hand away, his eyes bloodshot.

"No extra zeros. This is... fifty-two thousand."

His voice was trembling so badly that it was a voice that could scare thugs to death, but now it was as soft as a ball of cotton.

"After deductions for the five social insurances and one housing fund, there is still 52,000 left."

A man in his thirties with half a missing little finger, who was staring at his phone screen, suddenly squatted down on the ground.

He covered his face with his hands, his shoulders trembling.

"Daqiang, what the hell are you crying for?" Er Lengzi walked over and kicked him.

Daqiang raised his head, his face covered in snot, tears, and sweat.

He sniffled, clutching his phone tightly to his chest.

"I...I might finally be able to buy a house!"

Daqiang wiped his face, his voice choked with emotion.

"I went on a blind date the other day, but the girl thought I was involved in organized crime, didn't have a proper job, and didn't even have a social security record. She was worried that it would affect her child's future civil service exam."

He looked up at the blinding sunlight streaming through the warehouse ceiling.

"It says 'legal salary' here, so I'm now a legitimate employee with the five social insurances and one housing fund!"

He sniffed sharply, "From now on, my son won't be gossiped about and called the son of a hooligan at school anymore!"

These words were like a spark, instantly igniting the suppressed emotions of the rough men in the warehouse.

Those who hang out in the underworld look impressive.

The truth is, everyone's risking their lives; they're living for the moment.

They earn a living through hardship, yet they dare not even deposit money into a bank account, fearing the police might come and seize their property one day.

What now?

The money is perfectly clean, lying in a state-owned bank account, and no one can find any fault with it.

Er Lengzi's scarred face turned bright red.

His eyes welled up with tears, and large tears fell onto the screen.

Make the phrase "legal salary" blurry.

"Waaah... Now we have money to treat my mom's illness, and I can even get her enrolled in that medical insurance..."

He cried in a hoarse voice, sounding like a 200-pound child.

Lei Hu stood still.

I felt like I had a ball of fire burning in my chest, it was so warm, and even my breathing became much easier.

He ripped the towel off his neck and slammed it to the ground.

"Stop wailing like that!"

Lei Hu roared at the top of his lungs, the sound causing dust to fall from the warehouse ceiling.

"Boss Su has shown us a way out! We've taken the money, so we'd better do a good job!"

He kicked the towel that had fallen to the ground away.

"If anyone ever mentions that stupid thing about killing people and extorting protection money again, I'll be the first to beat them up!"

"Long live President Su!" Er Lengzi shouted in a hoarse voice, holding up his phone.

"Sihai Express is awesome!" Daqiang jumped up and punched the cardboard box.

The overwhelming cheers instantly blew off the metal roof of the warehouse.

Dozens of shirtless men hugged each other, jumping and hopping, tears mixed with sweat flying everywhere.

The corridor of the office area on the second floor.

Shen Qinghan, dressed in a white shirt and black skirt, held a cup of instant coffee in her hand and leaned quietly against the glass railing.

She looked down at the group of outlaws crying like idiots.

Are these the same vicious thugs who ruthlessly slash people in the streets?

Shen Qinghan took a sip of coffee.

The bitter taste spread across my tongue, but it couldn't mask the extremely complex shock in my heart.

She looked down at the encrypted police communicator in her hand.

The director's instructions to her to be ready to make arrests at any time were still on the plate.

Grasp?

How do you catch them? Catch a bunch of deliverymen who are overjoyed and crying tears of joy after receiving their legal wages?

Shen Qinghan sighed and put the communicator back in his pocket.

Just then, Lei Hu downstairs suddenly pointed at Da Qiang and yelled in his hoarse voice.

"Daqiang, hurry up and call your blind date!"

Lei Hu wiped the sweat from his brow. "Tell her you're now a key employee at a Fortune 500 logistics company, with a base salary of 12,000 yuan plus social security. Take her to the sales office to see a three-bedroom apartment tomorrow!"