Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

"Attack! I'll attack right now!"

Daqiang wiped the snot bubbles off his face and dialed the number of his blind date with trembling hands.

The moment the call connected, the rough man's voice was as soft as a lump of mud.

"Hey Juanzi... It's me, it's Daqiang! Yes, yes, I have a proper job now, the kind that pays for all five social insurances and one housing fund..."

The metal roof of the warehouse vibrated and hummed from the loud, booming sound.

Dozens of grown men, shirtless and with their backs drenched in sweat, were huddled together, jumping and howling.

"Big Brother is brilliant! President Su is awesome!"

That roar was utterly sincere, a heartfelt expression from the bottom of his heart.

Those who live on the streets fear two things most: the handcuffs of the cops and the sighing look in their parents' eyes.

Now, Su Ye has wiped both of those things out with a single payslip.

It's ten thousand times more effective than worshipping Guan Yu and drinking blood wine back then.

Er Lengzi hurriedly put on the fluorescent green delivery uniform.

The zipper got stuck around his neck, and he yanked it up, his face turning red and his neck bulging from holding it in.

"Tiger! I'm off to deliver the goods!"

He grabbed the cart handle, the wheels screeching against the concrete.

"This isn't just delivering a package, it's delivering my livelihood for the rest of my life!"

Lei Hu stood on a pile of waste cardboard boxes.

The palm, as big as a fan, slapped his chest with a dull "thump, thump."

"Listen up, all of you!"

His eyes widened like a bull's, and his fleshy muscles trembled violently.

"Anyone who dares to jeopardize the golden opportunity that President Su has provided us, I'll personally take them down!"

From that day on, an inexplicable eeriness permeated the Sihai Logistics Park.

It's 5:30 in the morning.

As dawn broke, dew clung to the truck's rearview mirror.

The duty room wasn't filled with shirtless people playing cards and smoking; instead, it was lit by a few dim, yellowish table lamps.

The air was filled with the bitter smell of cheap instant coffee and the pungent odor of floral water.

Daqiang was biting into a cold steamed bun, holding a thick book called "Modern Logistics Dispatch and Management" in his hands.

The book cover was almost torn to shreds from being flipped through by his hand, which was missing half a finger.

"What is this... Pareto optimization?"

He drew a crooked circle on the paper with a ballpoint pen.

Looking up at Er Lengzi, who was munching on a fried dough stick next to him, he said, "Er Lengzi, you're the smartest one. Tell me, can this thing help us deliver goods faster?"

Er Lengzi rolled his eyes and wiped his oil-splattered hands on his trouser leg.

"I know nothing about Pareto."

He pulled a crumpled book, "An Introduction to Customer Psychology," from his pocket.

"All I knew from the book was that you should smile and show eight teeth when meeting clients. I tried it yesterday, and the client thought I was going to bite him and almost called the police."

He pointed to the centipede-like scar on the corner of his face, looking annoyed.

A blond-haired guy next to him came over.

He has a menacing scorpion tattooed on his neck, and he loves to show it off by wearing a tank top.

But now he was wearing a long-sleeved white shirt, with the collar buttoned up to the top.

He was so hot that he was covered in sweat, and his collar was soaked.

"Hey, do you guys think Mr. Su made us wear long sleeves because he's afraid our tattoos will scare people?"

The blond-haired man tugged at his tightly pulled collar, his breathing becoming rapid.

"Yesterday I went to deliver goods to an old neighborhood, and that old lady was very fussy. She insisted that I had dirtied her doorstep."

"You made a move?" Lei Hu was on patrol when he heard this, and slapped the yellow-haired man on the back of the head with his palm as big as a fan.

"No, no, no!"

The blond-haired boy covered his head, pouting in grievance.

"How could I dare! I remembered what General Manager Su said, 'The customer is God.' So I bowed deeply to the old lady at a ninety-degree angle!"

As he spoke, the blond-haired man gestured, bending over so much that his waist was almost touching his knees.

"I called out, 'Excuse me, ma'am, let me clean it for you!' Goodness, the old lady was so startled that she dropped her cane and shoved two apples into my hand, telling me to leave quickly."

A burst of laughter erupted in the duty room.

The laughter made the windowpanes vibrate loudly.

These were once ruthless bandits who used to wield machetes and seize territory on the streets.

They applied the terrifying, absolute execution power of a gangster to manual labor and package delivery.

The logistics industry in Longhai City has been completely thrown into chaos by this group of thugs in suits.

Noon.

The sun was so scorching it could melt the asphalt, and the cicadas were chirping in the trees with a heart-wrenching cacophony.

Chu Zhongtian sat in his luxurious traditional logistics company office.

The leather boss's chair creaked under his restless body.

He was holding a market share report in his hand, his knuckles turning white.

"Bang!"

He slammed his hand on the mahogany table, making the teacup lid jump.

"Is Sihai Express on performance-enhancing drugs?!"

Chu Zhongtian unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, his chest heaving violently.

"Zero timeout rate? One in a thousand breakage rate? Are these figures even achievable by a human?!"

The business manager standing opposite him wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

The toes of the leather shoes rubbed nervously back and forth on the carpet.

"Mr. Chu, those people from Sihai... those people are too strange."

The manager swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"Yesterday we had a package stuck in the warehouse that we couldn't ship. The customer got anxious and turned to Sihai."

The manager recalled the scene, and his calves started to cramp.

"Good heavens, in less than five minutes, three heavy trucks pulled up right in front of our warehouse."

"A dozen or so burly men in black suits came down, each carrying a large shockproof case. Their aura... if you didn't know better, you'd think they were there to rob a bank."

Chu Zhongtian gritted his teeth, his eyes twitching.

"Robbing a bank? They're stealing my job!"

The business manager had a long face.

"What's worse is that not only are they fast at delivering goods, but their attitude is also ridiculously good. When they encounter unreasonable customers, those burly men just stand there bowing without saying a word."

"Our casual laborers don't have that kind of quality. They've snatched up all the big clients in the city."

The cohesion of Sihai Group reached its peak at this moment.

No one dared to slack off, and no one was willing to do so.

Because the pay slip that was paid on time, and the Audi car that Su Ye promised as a year-end bonus, were like a carrot, hanging precariously in front of this pack of hungry wolves.

Four o'clock in the afternoon, on the second floor of the Sihai Building, in the circular corridor.

The central air conditioning was blowing out cold air.

Shen Qinghan was wearing a white shirt and black skirt, holding a folder in her hand.

She leaned against the solid wood railing, quietly looking at the lobby on the first floor.

In the lobby, Zhang Tiezhu was leading the fifty newly recruited college graduates and exchanging experiences on moving goods with several veteran employees covered in tattoos.

Er Lengzi was holding a cardboard box, explaining to college student Liu Xiaowei, with spittle flying, how to pack it most effectively to prevent shock.

"Brother Xiaowei, watch closely, this tape needs to be wrapped in a 'cross' pattern. When you're wrapping it, you need to use a subtle force on your wrist, like...like you're strangling someone!"

Er Lengzi realized his analogy was inappropriate, so he quickly scratched the back of his head and grinned foolishly, his scars on his face scrunched up.

"No, I mean, we need to tighten it!"

Liu Xiaowei pushed up his thick-rimmed black glasses and took out a small notebook to take notes.

"I get it, Brother Zhang, this is called stress concentration in physics and mechanics. Your technique is amazing."

Looking at this bizarre yet harmonious scene.

Shen Qinghan felt that the string in her mind called "undercover intuition" was breaking inch by inch.

She reached out and pressed her throbbing temples; her fingertips were icy cold.

Before she came to Longhai City.

The provincial department's criminal investigation psychology experts gave her a month-long anti-brainwashing training.

Tell her how cunning the gang's disguise is and how cruel their methods are.

But now.

Look at that burly man below, grinning like a complete idiot just because a customer praised his "excellent service."

Shen Qinghan felt as if her worldview had shattered into pieces, beyond repair.

These suit-clad thugs are even more hardworking than model workers.

Was she brainwashed by Su Ye, or assimilated by this era?

She reached into her pocket and touched the hard, miniature communicator.

There's also a secret order sent by Director Li Jianguo yesterday.

"Closely monitor the flow of funds in Sihai Logistics and guard against large-scale cross-border money laundering."

Money laundering?

Shen Qinghan gave a bitter smile.

Their current profits are so clean that even the tax bureau aunties can't find any fault with them, so why would they need to clean them up?

Just when she was deeply mired in self-doubt and unable to extricate herself.

Suddenly, a series of steady footsteps came from the side.

The leather shoes made a crisp "clack-clack" sound as they stepped on the marble floor.

Shen Qinghan turned her head as if she had been electrocuted.

Su Ye was already standing beside her without her noticing.

He was wearing a dark blue bespoke suit today, and his gaze behind his gold-rimmed glasses was so deep that it was impossible to see through him.

Su Ye held the iconic stainless steel thermos in one hand.

He didn't look at Shen Qinghan; his gaze went over the railing and landed on the bustling hall below.

"Secretary Shen."

Su Ye spoke, his voice low and deep, carrying a hint of barely perceptible fatigue.

"Mr. Su, President Su." Shen Qinghan immediately straightened his back and gripped the edge of the folder tightly with his fingers.

The knuckles have turned white due to excessive force.

Her heart was pounding like a drum.

Did he realize I was observing him?

Su Ye turned his head and glanced at her, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Why are you staring so wide-eyed? Do you think I'm going to eat you?"

He unscrewed the thermos, and the hot steam instantly fogged up his glasses.

Su Ye didn't wipe it, and just looked at the hall in a blurry way.

"I've noticed your gaze towards these kids has been a bit off lately."

Su Ye slowly took a sip of water.

"Don't you think these good-for-nothing vagrants are actually wearing suits and looking all respectable now?"

Shen Qinghan's throat tightened, and she subconsciously wanted to deny it.

"No...no. I think the company's corporate culture is...pretty good."

She said this insincerely, and even she herself felt it was fake.

Su Ye chuckled.

He slammed the thermos against the wooden railing with a loud thud.

"Good my ass."

His gaze suddenly sharpened, scraping across Shen Qinghan's face like a knife.

"Do you think I want to go through all this trouble to train a pack of wolves into dogs?"

Su Ye turned around and leaned against the railing.

He pulled a mint from his pocket, popped it into his mouth, and crunched it.

"Times have changed, Xiao Shen."

He looked at the magnificent crystal chandelier above him, his gaze somewhat unfocused.

"It used to be a gray area; whoever had the stronger fist got the meat."

"We live in a society governed by the rule of law, and crackdowns on organized crime are being launched one after another. If you don't clear your name, you'll die."

Su Ye suddenly stopped talking.

He turned his head, his gaze behind his gold-rimmed glasses fixed intently on Shen Qinghan's eyes.

Shen Qinghan felt a chill run down her spine under his gaze, and her breath involuntarily caught in her throat.

She even had a delusion.

Su Ye saw through her thin layer of disguise and directly saw the police badge in her bones.

"Alright, stop standing there spacing out."

Su Ye looked away and waved his hand.

The suffocating sense of oppression vanished instantly.

"Go to the office and get the checkbook."

Su Ye straightened the hem of his suit jacket and strode towards the stairwell.

"Get the car ready, come with me."

Shen Qinghan stood there stunned for a moment, then quickly jogged a few steps to catch up.

"Mr. Su, where are we going? Do we have a client to discuss with?"

Su Ye walked to the elevator entrance and pressed the down button.

With a "ding," the elevator doors slowly slid open.

He turned his head, revealing an extremely kind smile that sent chills down one's spine.

"Let's not talk about clients. Let's go to the Red Star Orphanage on the outskirts of the city."

Su Ye stepped into the elevator, her voice echoing in the narrow cabin.

"Now that we've earned our first legal money, we should at least contribute a few bricks and tiles to Project Hope in Longhai City, right?"