Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

Lobby of Sihai Building, CBD, Longhai City.

The midday sun slanted in through the bulletproof glass door, making the leaves of the money tree planted by the door curl up.

A short man in a drab delivery uniform was pushing a flatbed cart piled high with cardboard.

He pulled his hat brim down, and his triangular eyes, hidden beneath the brim, darted around like a mouse.

This person was a top-notch commercial spy hired by Boss Qian from an overseas underground website for a hefty sum of 500,000 yuan. His codename was "Shadow Bee".

Shadow Bee pushed the cart, its wheels making a soft "gurgling" sound as they pressed against the polished, reflective wavy tiles.

He was wearing a seemingly ordinary black digital watch on his wrist.

The miniature probe hidden on the edge of the dial is scanning the building's environment from every angle.

"stop."

A rough, low shout came from behind.

It has a strong red plum tobacco smell.

Shadow Bee suddenly stopped.

A chill ran down my spine, and my fingertips trembled involuntarily.

Lei Hu had half a toothpick in his mouth.

His suit was so bulging from his chest muscles that it looked like it would burst, and he walked over with heavy steps in his leather shoes.

"What do you do? Where's your employee badge?"

Shadow Bee took a deep breath.

He quickly adjusted his breathing rhythm, and his facial muscles tugged out a timid, bitter smile.

He turned around, took a crumpled pass out of his pocket, and handed it over.

"B-Brother, I'm a newly hired cleaning contractor in the South District. I'm here to collect these layers of cardboard boxes."

Lei Hu rudely snatched the pass and squinted his big, round eyes at it twice.

He brought that fleshy face even closer.

"Cleaning?"

He patted Yingfeng's thin shoulder with a palm as big as a fan, so hard that it almost knocked him over.

"From now on, use the back entrance freight elevator when collecting scrap! This lobby is our facade; can you afford to pay for it if we get it dirty?"

"Yes, yes, brother is right."

Shadow Bee bowed repeatedly, a fine layer of white sweat appearing on his forehead.

While he was looking down, he flipped his wrist.

The electronic watch's probe quickly copied the frequency of the access control magnetic card on Lei Hu's employee badge.

Three days later, in the early hours of the morning.

In the underground secret room of the Jin Ding Club on the outskirts of the city.

The cigar smoke was so thick it felt like a boiler was burning, making it difficult to even open one's eyes.

Mr. Qian sat in the main seat.

He irritably loosened his tie, revealing a large expanse of his sweaty chest.

On the mahogany tea table in front of me.

Two high-end black laptops were placed there.

The cooling fan was constantly whirring.

Boss Zhao and the tall, thin man were huddled together.

The two craned their necks, staring at the densely packed spreadsheets on the screen, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

"Old Liu, is this the overseas expert you hired at a high price?"

Boss Qian slammed his hand on the coffee table, causing the ashtray on it to bounce half an inch high.

"After three days and three nights of investigation, this is what you show me?"

The tall, thin man called Lao Liu was the owner of the floral shirt who hired the spy.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and glanced guiltily at a balding old man sitting next to him.

That old man was Longhai City's top expert in auditing shady accounts, known as "The Mastermind".

He usually keeps two sets of books for various casinos and nightclubs, and his methods are extremely sophisticated.

The cunning strategist was holding a pair of reading glasses at that moment.

My fingers trembled as I swiped across the screen.

His old face, as pale as an orange peel, was completely bloodless.

"Mr. Qian..."

Gui Suanpan took off his glasses and rubbed his dry, red eyes.

His voice trembled, as if he had seen a ghost.

"This account...this account doesn't look right!"

"Of course! Something's definitely wrong!"

Boss Qian took a deep drag on his cigar, and sparks suddenly lit up the dimly lit room.

"Su Ye has thousands of henchmen, all built up through protection money and smuggling. You better find out the tax evasion scheme you've been involved in right now!"

"It's not a dark hole..."

The cunning man swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with difficulty.

"Mr. Qian, I've investigated the thirteen shell companies surrounding the Sihai Group, as well as the entire original transaction records of the mid-level Jisuda Logistics."

His fingers trembled as he pointed at the screen.

"This ledger...is cleaner than my freshly washed white coat!"

"What the heck?"

Boss Zhao kicked the coffee table leg, "Are you senile?! There are no clean accounts in the underworld!"

"Really, no!"

The cunning man was so anxious that he kept slapping his thigh, his voice cracking.

"See for yourself! Every single delivery fee, even the five cents change from the customer, has been honestly deposited into the company account and paid as business tax without a single penny missing!"

The cunning man slid the mouse and opened a subfolder named "Daily Expenses".

"Look at this one."

He pointed to a line of tiny red characters, his eyes filled with terror.

"Even the support staff at their company bought two mops at the wholesale market. Each one had a clearly attached photo of a VAT invoice, and even the invoice code matched in the tax system!"

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Only the hum of the computer exhaust fan seemed to mock the ignorance of these traditional tycoons.

Mr. Qian's fingers, which were holding a cigar, froze in mid-air.

Cigarette ash fell in a flurry onto the expensive handmade carpet, burning a blackened hole in it.

"That's impossible!"

He suddenly stood up, and because he stood up so suddenly, the fat on his belly slammed hard against the edge of the coffee table.

He winced in pain, but didn't bother to rub it.

"What about the five social insurances and one housing fund? How could a triad possibly buy social insurance for its henchmen!"

Boss Qian pushed Boss Zhao aside, moved closer to the screen, and stared intently at it with wide, bulging eyes.

"Find it! There must be a list of those who missed paying!"

"I've handed it all in..."

With a bitter face, Gui Suanpan dragged a long list of several thousand people to the center of the screen.

"Not only did they pay, but they paid the highest amount in Longhai City. Even recently released convicts were given medical insurance!"

"This isn't some kind of gangster gang!"

The tall, thin old Liu slumped onto the leather sofa, his eyes glazed over.

"These benefits are ten times better than my regular chain nightclubs! Even the girls I work with don't get this kind of treatment!"

Mr. Qian was so angry that he was trembling all over.

He swept the high-end laptop hard onto the ground.

With a sharp "crack," the screen shattered into a spiderweb pattern and went black.

"Fake accounts! These are definitely high-level fake accounts made by a world-class expert!"

Boss Qian paced back and forth in the secret room like an enraged wild boar.

The soles of the leather shoes crunched on the broken glass.

"Where did Su Ye find such a divine accountant? He can make even the most murky water look clearer than pure water!"

at this time.

Fourth floor of Sihai Building, CFO's private office.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is the dazzling neon-lit night view of Longhai City.

The main lights in the office were off; only a lone desk lamp was lit on the desk.

Chen Suan was wearing that same white shirt that he never wore before.

Two buttons on his collar were undone, and his tie hung loosely on his shoulder.

He gripped his already messy hair tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white.

"ah--"

Chen Suan groaned in pain.

His head slammed against the hard wooden table with a "thud," making the lid of the coffee cup next to him clang.

On the desktop.

There were personnel reports and financial statements piled up like small mountains.

It was covered in bright red compliance stamps, which were quite glaring.

He was an undercover agent.

A top student in the financial crime investigation department of the police academy, and an ace sent by the provincial department to dig up deadly evidence against the gang.

But now, he feels that his career has become a complete joke.

"Why don't these bastards break the law at all!"

Chen Suan raised his head, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep, and his eye bags almost drooping down to his cheekbones.

He grabbed a report, as if he wanted to see a hole through it.

Even Lei Hu, that illiterate, uncultured old man, came to ask me this afternoon.

Chen Suan gritted his teeth and muttered to himself.

"They asked me if the personal income tax threshold could be raised, saying that their colleagues get too much overtime pay, and the tax deductions are painful!"

He suddenly pulled open the drawer.

He pulled out a worn-out non-smart phone from the deepest part of the phone.

He skillfully removed the battery and replaced it with an anonymous black card.

I turned on the phone, quickly composed an encrypted message, and sent it to that number I knew by heart.

The message contained only two lines of utter despair:

"Director, Sihai's accounts are flawless. They're practically forcing me to become one of the top ten law-abiding accountants in the country. I'm requesting a forced relocation! If I don't leave soon, I'm afraid I'll be nominated for model worker next year!"

I just pressed the send button.

Suddenly, a very light footstep sound came from outside the office door.

"Da. Da. Da."

It sounded like the sound of the heels hitting the ground was intentionally lowered.

Chen Suan's muscles tensed instantly.

His long-standing vigilance made him reflexively shove his phone back into the drawer.

He grabbed a document and placed it on top, then casually put his hand in his pocket and gripped the stun gun disguised as a pen.

The footsteps stopped outside the door.

A tall figure was visible through the frosted glass.

"Director Chen, are you still at get off work?"

The door was pushed open a crack.

Shen Qinghan walked in wearing flat leather shoes, carrying a blue folder in her hands.

Her eyes were cold as she swept her gaze across Chen Suan's pale and tired face.

Finally, it landed on the gap in the drawer that he hadn't had time to close.

Chen Suan's heart sank suddenly, and his Adam's apple bobbed violently.

"Secretary Shen."

He forced a smile, reached out and moved the coffee cup on the table to the side to hide his slightly trembling fingers.

"What? Mr. Su, what donation needs to be processed in the middle of the night?"

Shen Qinghan did not respond.

She walked to the desk and stopped about half a meter away.

The air was filled with the bitter smell of coffee and a hidden tension.

She handed over the blue folder in her hand.

"It's not a transaction."

Shen Qinghan looked into Chen Suan's eyes, her tone flat and without a trace of emotion.

"General Manager Su asked me to bring you this month's security department performance evaluation form."

Chen Suan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and was about to reach out to take it.

Shen Qinghan's fingers suddenly retracted, avoiding his movement.

She lowered her body slightly and leaned forward.

The voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, yet it sounded like a thunderclap in Chen Suan's ears.

"Also, Mr. Su asked me to ask you something."

Shen Qinghan stared intently at his bloodshot eyes.

"That text message you just sent from your feature phone, the encrypted frequency band... was it on the police backup network on channel 7?"