Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

"Here she comes, Mr. Su is here."

Shen Qinghan hastily applied some powder in front of the mirror.

Water droplets still clung to her eyelashes as she gritted her teeth and smoothed out the wrinkles in her pencil skirt.

She slid open the door with a "click-clack" sound in her high heels.

Su Ye was leaning against the wall in the corridor.

He was chewing on a mint, making a crunchy sound, exuding an air of nonchalance.

Seeing her come out, Su Ye gestured with his chin toward the elevator entrance.

"Go to the logistics department and call Tiezhu over. Make sure you keep that red clay seal of the finance department safe."

An hour later.

Two heavy trucks painted with environmentally friendly green paint rumbled to a stop in front of the Hongxing Orphanage on the outskirts of the city.

The red brick wall had peeled off more than half of its surface, revealing the moss-covered cement underneath.

The iron railings were rusted so badly they were crumbling.

Zhang Tiezhu stepped forward and pushed, causing the door hinge to emit a piercing "creak" sound.

The noise in the courtyard was instantly cut off.

Dozens of children, dressed in old school uniforms and with two lines of yellow snot hanging from their noses, were so frightened that they shrank behind the old headmaster.

His eyes looked like he was watching bandits enter the village.

Su Ye straightened the collar of his dark blue suit.

A kind and friendly smile instantly appeared on his face, and several wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes.

He bent down and pulled a handful of White Rabbit milk candies from his trouser pocket.

He waved to the little girl with pigtails at the front, "Little girl, come here, uncle will peel some candy for you."

Behind him.

Zhang Tiezhu led more than thirty burly men in black suits, who lined up in two rows.

They were all burly and thick-waisted, their suit buttons bulging as if they were about to burst off.

These rough-looking men were bending over, carefully unloading things from the truck.

Boxes of Want Want milk, new quilts, and stacks of pencil cases.

The movements were as light as if they were stealing a landmine.

The scorpion tattoo on the blond man's neck was half-exposed from his collar.

He was startled and quickly covered himself with his hands.

Then, tightening his throat and making his voice even thinner than a eunuch's, he said, "Little...little sister, Uncle will get you a flowery schoolbag..."

He had intended to give a kind smile.

As a result, his facial muscles twitched, and coupled with his dry, yellow hair, it was even more terrifying than The Ring.

The little girl with pigtails held back for two seconds, then burst into tears.

The blond-haired man panicked.

The milk carton in my hand almost fell to the ground and hit my toe.

"Oh, my little darling, don't cry!"

The blond-haired man was sweating profusely. "I...I don't know how to coax kids. How about I kowtow to you for a second?"

"Go to the backyard and move some coal briquettes."

Su Ye turned around and glared at him, her voice not loud, but it carried a chilling aura.

The blond-haired man felt as if he had been granted a pardon.

Clutching the box, he darted off into the backyard, faster than a rabbit.

Shen Qinghan stood under the old locust tree that had lost all its leaves.

His eyes twitched violently, and his stomach churned uncontrollably.

These are outlaw thugs who beat people with steel pipes.

Now he's sweating profusely as he distributes stationery and piles up coal briquettes for orphans?

There was a burly man with half a little finger missing, who was even squatting on the ground, clumsily helping a chubby boy with a runny nose tie his shoelaces.

Shen Qinghan took a deep breath of the cold air, which smelled of coal ash.

Watching Su Ye pull out a checkbook from his inner pocket.

He picked up the pen, quickly signed his name, then grabbed the company seal and slammed it onto the paper.

He stuffed the check, which was filled with the huge sum of "five million," into the old dean's calloused hands.

The red official seal was blindingly bright in the sunlight.

Shen Qinghan felt her heart pounding so hard it was about to jump out of her throat.

She clutched her stomach, feigning pain.

He turned and crawled into the dilapidated outhouse in the corner of the orphanage, which reeked of urine.

The wooden door panel didn't even have a latch.

Shen Qinghan could only brace her back against the door.

He pulled out the encrypted phone hidden in the compartment and dialed the city bureau's hotline with trembling fingertips.

"Beep...feed."

Li Jianguo's hoarse voice came through the receiver.

Accompanied by the "scratching" sound of the lighter's grinding wheel, there was also the smacking sound of him sucking on his cigarette.

"Director Li, it's me."

Shen Qinghan lowered his voice, his nasal cavity filled with the pungent smell of ammonia from the dry toilet.

"Su Ye just donated five million to the Red Star Orphanage."

There was suddenly no response on the other end of the phone.

It paused for a full five seconds.

This was followed by a series of heart-wrenching coughs, "Cough...cough! How much?"

The cigarette butt in Li Jianguo's hand fell directly onto the desk.

A hole that emitted white smoke was burned into the black mousepad.

He didn't even bother flicking his cigarette ash. "Five million? Where did he get so much cash?"

"The money was transferred from the Sihai Group's corporate account."

Shen Qinghan picked at the splinter sticking out of the door panel with her fingers; the splinter got stuck under her fingernail and it hurt a little.

"They also brought in several truckloads of supplies, including quilts and coal briquettes. I checked the invoices; they were all purchased from reputable stores, and the taxes were all paid in full."

In the municipal bureau office.

Li Jianguo ripped open the top button of his police uniform collar.

The few sparse hairs on his forehead were stuck to his scalp with sweat, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing.

He grabbed the chipped enamel mug on the table and gulped down a large mouthful of cold tea.

Tea dripped down his chin and onto the floor.

"Bullshit! That's utter utter rubbish!"

The bureau chief paced back and forth in his cramped office.

The hard-soled leather shoes creaked as they rubbed against the wooden floor.

"A mafia boss showing kindness? That's like a cat being a bridesmaid for a mouse—he's up to no good!"

Li Jianguo frowned deeply, gritting his back teeth.

"Have you investigated the orphanage's background? Is it just a shell company registered overseas?"

"The bureau chief has been investigated."

Shen Qinghan's head was buzzing as she listened to Zhang Tiezhu telling corny jokes to the children outside.

"It's just an ordinary private welfare home; the former director's file is spotless."

She bit her chapped lips. "Director, he... he seems to be doing some really good deeds."

"What kind of good deeds are you talking about!"

Li Jianguo spat onto the microphone, producing a piercing noise.

"Xiao Shen, is what you learned at police academy just for making a living?"

The bureau chief was so anxious he slapped his thigh repeatedly, "This is the most sophisticated transnational money laundering scheme, do you even understand?!"

Li Jianguo took out another cigarette, put it in his mouth but didn't light it.

"Using five million for charity as a pretext to buy a good reputation and fool the people."

"They're probably smuggling some big-ticket-sized arms deals behind the scenes! Like a rat pulling a log, the real profit is definitely yet to come!"

He was breathing heavily, staring intently at the white clouds outside the window.

"Keep a close eye on him! The more he throws money around pretending to be a good guy, the more cunning he is!"

"Beep—beep—"

The call was unilaterally disconnected.

Shen Qinghan held her hot phone, leaning against the dirty door panel.

The acid in my stomach kept churning upwards.

She pushed open the door, took two deep breaths of the dusty air outside, and barely managed to suppress the physiological nausea.

Two hours later, the donation was handed over.

The convoy drove back to the Sihai Building in the city center along the national highway.

Su Ye walked at the very front.

As soon as I pushed open the heavy revolving glass door on the first floor, the cold air from the central air conditioning in the lobby hit me.

The wind caused the hem of his suit jacket to flutter slightly.

"Big...Big Brother!"

A hoarse, raspy cry rang out in the empty hall.

Lei Hu launched himself from the leather sofa in the lobby.

He was wearing those shiny, pointed leather shoes.

He ran with a "bang, bang, bang" sound, his muscular body jiggling with fat.

His bald forehead was covered with large beads of sweat.

Sweat streamed down his thick, dark eyebrows, obscuring his bloodshot eyes.

Lei Hu haphazardly wiped his face with the cuff of his suit sleeve.

He was clutching two crumpled sheets of A4 printing paper tightly in his hand.

He tripped over the edge of the welcome carpet.

She stumbled and almost prostrated herself before Su Ye.

"President Su, something terrible has happened, a huge blunder."

Lei Hu was panting heavily, and his white shirt was soaked with sweat.

He shoved the creased printout right under Su Ye's nose.

"What is this thing again?"

Zhang Tiezhu peeked out from the side. He didn't recognize many characters, and all he could see was a bunch of bright red numbers.

Shen Qinghan also took two steps closer in her high heels, her gaze falling on the paper.

Su Ye kept his hands in his pockets, not even reaching out.

His eyelids drooped down by half an inch as he glanced lightly at the row of red numbers with minus signs.

"That's the biggest underground casino in the west of the city."

Lei Hu's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

Her voice trembled as if she were about to cry, and the centipede scar at the corner of her eye was all clenched up.

"The weekly financial statements just arrived. Forget making a profit, we've already lost nearly 20,000 yuan on utilities!"

Lei Hu's hand holding the paper trembled as if it were sifting through chaff.

"The crackdown on organized crime in the police station is so intense that all the gamblers have fled."

He was so anxious that he stomped his feet, his leather shoes making a crunching sound on the floor tiles.

"The dozens of guys who run the place can't even scrape together the coins to go downstairs and buy a bucket of pickled cabbage noodles!"