Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

Lei Hu's words, "Open a large foot massage parlor," echoed several times in the empty air-raid shelter.

The dozens of shirtless thugs around them looked at each other in bewilderment.

The blond-haired man sniffled, his eyes lighting up.

"Brother Tiger, I know a few masseuses at the foot massage parlor. They're really skilled, and their cupping is incredibly powerful."

Su Ye almost choked on the mint in his mouth.

He coughed twice and turned his head away to gag.

"Wash your grandpa's feet!" He threw a crumpled tissue at the blond-haired man's forehead.

Su Ye reached for the briefcase that was lying on the baccarat table.

The zipper was ripped open with a "whoosh," and a roll of hardcover drawings was pulled out and tossed onto the green felt table.

"Gouge out your eyeballs and wash them so you can see clearly."

Su Ye's slender fingers pressed against the edge of the drawing and smoothed it out with a swish.

A strong smell of cheap printing ink wafted out.

Lei Hu stepped forward and scratched his shiny bald head with his rough fingers.

The blueprints showed rows of computer cases emitting blue light, as well as oddly shaped chairs.

"President Su, what... what kind of formation is this?" He stared wide-eyed, the scar at the corner of his eye creased together.

"Why does it look like the chairs used by aliens in a sci-fi movie when they hold a meeting?"

"This is called a holographic immersive esports arena."

Su Ye picked up the thermos, but the lid wasn't tightened properly, and a drop of hot water leaked onto the back of his hand.

He gasped and quickly shook his hands to get rid of the water droplets.

"Sell all this junk as scrap metal, remove the carpet, and disinfect to get rid of the odor."

Su Ye pointed to the pile of smashed gold roulette wheels.

"Get the finance department to allocate funds to purchase top-of-the-line Alienware desktops for me, and replace all the chairs with ergonomic gaming chairs."

The blond-haired man's mouth was agape, and his saliva was almost forming a string.

"Brother, an internet cafe?" he stammered.

"That thing only costs two yuan an hour, will it be enough to cover the electricity bill?"

"You don't know anything about dimensional reduction attacks." Su Ye tightened the lid of the thermos tightly.

"This is high-end esports. Give me gigabit fiber optic internet and install holographic projection equipment all over the walls."

For the next three days, the air-raid shelter was like an engineering battalion.

The dust made people sneeze, and the ear-piercing noise of the cutting machine gave people a headache.

Sun Xiaohou squatted in a mess of network cables, holding a pair of wire strippers in his hand.

He had huge dark circles under his eyes and a half-burnt Yellow Crane Tower cigarette dangling from his mouth.

He habitually scratched at his trouser leg with his fingers.

"Oh dear, my temper..." Sun Xiaohou muttered in a low voice.

He precisely inserted a blue network cable into the RJ45 connector.

With a "click," it pressed down firmly.

He was a cyber police officer, a high-level technical undercover agent sent by the provincial department to investigate the Sihai Group's money laundering on the dark web.

Before he arrived, his superiors told him that these gangsters had an encrypted server in their underground bank.

Make sure he completely destroys the firewall and exports the ledger.

The results of it.

Lei Hu grabbed him by the back of the neck and threw him into the abandoned air-raid shelter.

They worked day and night to lay fiber optic cables, install drivers, and develop anti-addiction systems.

Sun Xiaohou threw the wire stripper on the ground, and the metal made a crisp sound as it hit the concrete.

He rubbed his aching lower back and looked up at the newly installed futuristic blue neon lights overhead.

My nose was filled with the smell of plastic packaging from the new computer peripherals.

What kind of gang is this?

He bought the computer with a proper invoice, and the VAT he paid was enough to pay his salary for ten years.

All the software installed comes with official licenses; you can't even find a single pirated single-player game.

The military-grade firewall he painstakingly built was only to prevent the owner of the internet cafe next door from launching DDoS attacks and stealing customers.

Sun Xiaohou pulled a deformed keycap out of his pocket and started picking at it with his fingernails.

"Chief, let me catch you in the act."

He was on the verge of tears, his voice choked in his throat, "Their business is so legal they could be recognized as a provincial-level model business, how am I supposed to compete?"

"Little monkey!" Lei Hu's raspy voice boomed from not far away.

"Why is machine number 32 crashing with a blue screen? Hurry up and fix it, President Su is coming to cut the ribbon soon!"

"Here comes Tiger!" Sun Xiaohou jumped up reflexively.

He tucked the unlit cigarette behind his ear, grabbed a screwdriver, and ran over.

I was running too fast and tripped over the network cable, stumbled, and almost bit into the brand-new mechanical keyboard.

In just three days, the underground casino underwent a complete transformation.

The sign for "Speed ​​Star Esports Arena" was hung up.

Push open the custom-made soundproof glass door.

The cool air from the air conditioner, mixed with a faint scent of cologne, wafted towards me.

The holographic projection on the wall is playing CG animations from popular games on a loop.

Colorful light and shadow flowed across the dark gray anti-static floor.

There were no deafening beeping sounds from the gambling machines.

Instead, there was the crisp "clack-clack" of mechanical keyboards and the excited shouts of players.

Su Ye walked in wearing soft-soled leather shoes.

He wasn't wearing a suit today, but a loose white sweatshirt, which made him look much younger.

He looked at the packed hall and hummed with satisfaction.

Huang Mao has now changed into a uniform black work uniform, with a "Network Administrator" sign pinned to his chest.

He was carrying two buckets of instant noodles, moving through the aisle.

"Machine number three, fill up the sausage and braised egg section! Be careful, it's hot!"

The blond-haired man's face was all wrinkled from laughing, and he no longer looked like the menacing man who was about to draw his knife.

Su Ye strolled over to the bar.

He glanced at the transaction history in the POS system and a smile crept onto his lips.

The top-tier internet fee is 20 yuan per hour, plus the premium on various snacks and drinks.

This legitimate money printing machine runs much more steadily than the old baccarat machine.

"President Su."

Lei Hu strode down from the VIP box area on the second floor.

His bald head reflected an eerie light under the blue glow of the holographic projection.

He took off his suit jacket and held it in his hand, his white shirt clinging to his muscular chest with sweat.

"How's business?" Su Ye asked without turning around, picking up a mint from the bar and tearing open the wrapper.

The minty flavor melts on the tip of the tongue, with a hint of spiciness.

Lei Hu wiped the sweat from his forehead and swallowed.

"It's packed. All the machines are full, and there are still fifty or sixty people waiting outside to get on."

His tone was filled with excitement.

But then, those two thick eyebrows twisted together again.

"But... but there's something I'm not sure about."

Lei Hu's massive body moved closer to Su Ye, bringing with it a pungent smell of sweat.

"What's up?" Su Ye turned around, chewing the candy in his mouth.

It made a cracking sound.

Lei Hu raised his large, fan-like hand and pointed to a corner at the very back of the hall.

"Look over there. Those brats are making my head spin."

Su Ye followed the direction of his thick fingers.

My gaze passed through several rows of computer cases flashing RGB lighting effects.

In the corner, a group of five people sat together, with several young boys who hadn't fully grown up lying on their stomachs.

They were all wearing the blue and white school uniform of the Third Municipal Middle School.

His collar was zipped up, he was carrying a backpack, and he was yelling loudly in front of the computer screen.

"Mid lane! Come gank mid! You noob!"

A little boy with a bowl cut was slamming his mouse down with a loud thud.

"Use your skills! Oh crap, we're wiped out again!"

Su Ye frowned slightly, twirling the thermos halfway through his hand.

The metal casing feels slightly rough when rubbed against the palm.

Lei Hu lowered his voice, his tone revealing a hint of guilt.

"President Su, these kids are still quite young, their backpacks are still stuffed with test papers."

He hastily wiped his face with his sleeve.

"Just now, Huang Mao went to check the ID cards, and wow, they were all borrowed from other people or were fake."

Lei Hu stomped his toes on the floor.

"We used to run casinos and lend money at exorbitant interest rates; we've seen all sorts of people. But now we're doing legal business."

He pointed at the boy with the bowl cut who was still cursing.

"If the police station were to investigate minors' internet use, they'd catch them every time, and our license would be revoked!"

Su Ye didn't rush to speak.

He looked at the elementary school students wearing headphones and staring intently at the screen, and his face darkened.

The air seemed a bit colder.

Even the blond-haired guy passing by instinctively shivered.

"Did you have Huang Mao unplug the internet cable for them?" Su Ye asked.

Lei Hu grimaced and spread his hands.

"Unplug it! I had Sun Xiaohou cut off the internet to those computers."

He slapped his thigh, his voice sounding as aggrieved as a 200-pound fat wife.

"Then those little bastards pointed their fingers at the blond guy and started cursing, saying our internet cafe had crappy machines and they were going to file a complaint with the consumer association!"

"When the blond guy got angry, he almost started a fight, but I stopped him."

Lei Hu was panting heavily, his chest heaving.

"I remember we can't fight right now. But these little devils are just sitting there, refusing to leave, and they're demanding a refund and compensation for emotional distress."

Su Ye slammed the thermos cup in his hand onto the bar counter.

With a dull thud, the cashier dropped the barcode scanner onto the table.

He looked at Lei Hu's fleshy, helpless face and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"Refund? File a complaint with the consumer association?"

Su Ye tugged at the collar of his hoodie and slowly walked towards the corner.

"Lei Hu, go find a few people and have them change into security uniforms."

Lei Hu quickly followed behind, his leather shoes creaking on the anti-static floor.

"Why are you changing your clothes, Mr. Su?"

Su Ye stopped two meters away from the boy with the bowl cut.

Looking at the grayed-out game interface on the screen.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping across Lei Hu's face like a knife.

"Take off your uniforms and show off your tattooed arms."

Su Ye's tone was neither warm nor cold.

"Aren't these elementary school kids not satisfied with just getting their money back? Go over there now and ask them if they want to finish their homework at the internet cafe before leaving, or if we should send a few Mercedes-Benzes to personally take them home to see their parents."