Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

Chen Suan's hand, hidden in his pocket, gripped the switch of the stun gun tightly.

The plastic casing became slippery from the cold sweat on my palms.

My heart felt like it was being pounded by a sledgehammer in my chest, and my ears were filled with a buzzing sound from the congestion.

Shen Qinghan looked at his stiff shoulders.

A hint of helplessness flashed in her clear, cold eyes as she lowered her voice.

"Alright, stop fiddling with that crappy electric stinger. How about some red plum blossom tea soaked in Da Hong Pao?"

Chen Suan gasped.

This is the unchanging smell of cigarettes and tea in Director Li Jianguo's dilapidated office, and also the code word for rendezvous between high-ranking undercover agents of the Municipal Bureau.

He abruptly released his grip, collapsing onto the leather chair like a lump of mud.

"You...you too?"

Chen Suan gasped for breath, took off his black-rimmed glasses, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

"My goodness, do you know I almost poked this thing right into your backside just now!"

Shen Qinghan threw the security department's performance report on the table.

It made a muffled "snap" sound.

"The bureau chief told me to warn you not to make any big moves. Su Ye has a very keen sense of smell."

She took a half-step back in her high heels, her voice barely audible, "Did you find anything shady going on in your ledgers?"

Upon hearing the word "ledger," Chen Suan sprang up from his chair like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

He grabbed a thick stack of bound documents from the table and shoved it right under Shen Qinghan's nose.

The sharp edge of the paper almost cut her nose.

"Take a look for yourself!"

Chen Suan bit his thumbnail, leaving it pitted and uneven. "This thing is cleaner than my freshly washed range hood!"

He paced irritably behind his desk.

"Last month, Lei Hu took some people to get their car repaired and they didn't issue two VAT invoices. I even thought of taking the opportunity to submit a clue about tax evasion to the bureau."

Shen Qinghan opened the form and glanced at it.

It was stamped with a neat, bright red tax seal.

"So, did you do it?"

"What a load of crap!"

Chen Suan slapped his forehead with a crisp sound.

The next afternoon.

The blinds in the finance office on the fourth floor weren't fully closed, and a sliver of harsh sunlight pierced the wooden floor.

Su Ye strolled in wearing a navy blue short-sleeved shirt and black soft-soled cloth shoes.

He was holding a stainless steel thermos.

The lid wasn't screwed on tightly, and a faint steam of goji berries was escaping from it.

Lei Hu stood behind him like a black iron tower, a toothpick dangling from his mouth.

"Old Chen, have you finished filing your tax return for last month?"

Su Ye walked to his desk, pulled out a leather chair, and sat down with an air of authority.

The soles of the shoes left a small gray mark on the floor.

Chen Suan quickly pushed up his glasses and pulled out a blue hard-cover folder from a pile of documents.

He handed it over with both hands, his fingertips trembling.

"Mr. Su, everyone's here. There's a bill for maintenance at the logistics park... The other party didn't issue an invoice, so I recorded it as a blank receipt."

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

This is a blatant tax violation. As soon as Su Ye signs it, he can immediately report Sihai for tax evasion.

Su Ye opened the hard-shell clip.

The paper made a crisp rustling sound.

His gaze swept over the line of numbers, then suddenly stopped.

The cold air from the air conditioner seemed to pause for a moment.

Su Ye didn't say anything, but picked up the pen on the table.

The pen tip tapped rhythmically on the table, "tap, tap, tap."

Each sound struck Chen Suan's heart.

"Chen Suan".

Su Ye looked up, and the gaze from behind his gold-rimmed glasses pierced him like a needle.

"Your resume says you're a senior CFO who returned from Wall Street?"

Cold sweat poured down Chen Suan's back.

"Yes...yes, Mr. Su. These IOUs going into accounts, in our line of work...no, haven't we always done this before..."

"Bullshit!"

Su Ye slammed the clip on the table.

The shock caused a few drops of the black liquid in the coffee cup to splash onto the mousepad.

Lei Hu was so startled that the toothpick in his mouth fell to the ground.

"Mr. Su, Old Chen has been staying up late these past few days watching porn... cough, looking at the ledgers, his eyes are blurry!"

Lei Hu quickly stepped forward to smooth things over, patting Chen Suan's shoulder with his large, fan-like hand.

Su Ye completely ignored Lei Hu.

He stood up and pointed to the repair fee.

"The repair cost was 20,000 yuan, but no VAT invoice was issued, so the input tax cannot be deducted!"

Su Ye tugged at his collar, spitting saliva onto the paper.

"Without those three percentage points on the special VAT invoice, how much more corporate income tax will you make me pay?!"

Chen Suan stared with his mouth agape, his mind buzzing.

How could a crime boss know so much about tax rates?

"Did I hire you with a base salary of 50,000 just so you could send money to the tax bureau unjustly?"

Su Ye picked up the thermos and took a sip, slurping it up because it was so hot.

He slammed the cup heavily on the corner of the table.

"Even a nanny who does bookkeeping on the street wouldn't make this kind of basic mistake!"

Su Ye pointed to the door, his tone revealing an iron-fisted coldness.

"Go get the special VAT invoice back before you leave work today. Not a single penny of tax can be missed!"

He moved closer to Chen Suan, his leather shoes making no sound on the carpet.

"If you dare try to fool me with this unprofessional junk again, you're going to the docks tomorrow carrying cardboard boxes!"

Done.

Su Ye turned and walked out of the finance office.

The door slammed shut with a loud bang, making the leaves of the pothos plant in the corner sway.

Lei Hu looked at Chen Suan with sympathy.

He scratched his bald head with his rough, hard fingers.

"Old Chen, you need to be more careful. President Su hates people who break the law the most right now. You're putting these IOUs into the accounts...you're just asking for trouble."

Lei Hu sighed and walked out, closing the door behind him.

Chen Suan was the only one left in the finance office.

The needle printer's track made a dry, creaking sound.

He slumped in the chair, feeling as if his soul had been drained away.

He was ranked first in the Financial Investigation Department of the police academy.

He was actually scolded by a gang leader for being unskilled.

They were almost kicked out of the house because they didn't issue a VAT invoice.

This undercover job is so frustrating.

Chen Suan grabbed the cold coffee on the table, his hand still trembling slightly.

The rim of the cup struck my teeth, making a crisp clinking sound.

The bitter liquid poured down my throat, chilling my internal organs.

There's no way to tamper with these ledgers.

Su Ye kept a closer eye on the company's finances than a bank vault, leaving no room for any loopholes.

"Fine, you know the law, huh? You have high standards, huh?"

Chen Suan slammed his coffee cup onto the table with a "thud".

He bit his thumb nail hard, a fierce, defiant glint in his eyes.

He opened the drawer and pulled out a thick stack of official documents outlining national tax laws and subsidy policies.

The edges of the paper were frayed from his flipping.

Since we can't find the black account.

Then let's take advantage of these rough men's special status and take legal tax avoidance to the extreme.

First, increase the company's profits and completely solidify Su Ye's trust in me.

Chen Suan took a deep breath.

His hands began to clatter across the keyboard.

"Lei Hu and his security guards... applied for disability re-employment subsidies."

"The logistics park is painted with environmentally friendly green paint... We are applying for tax breaks for energy conservation and emission reduction."

The more he wrote, the more comfortable he became, and an uncontrollable, professionally twisted smile crept onto his lips.

"Mr. Su, since you like paying taxes so much..."

Chen Suan pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, the lenses reflecting the dim light of the computer screen.

"This time, I'm determined to save you millions in legitimate taxes. I refuse to believe you won't take the bait!"