Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

The fourth floor of the Sihai Building late at night.

The central air conditioning vents were blowing cold air downwards with a "whoosh".

Chen Suan was clutching his messy hair, which looked like a bird's nest, and his eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep.

On the table in front of him were more than a dozen official tax documents recently issued by Longhai City.

The edges of the paper were frayed from his flipping.

"Okay, Su Ye."

Chen Suan bit his thumbnail, leaving it pitted and uneven.

"Didn't you complain that I wasn't good enough? Well, today I'll show you what Wall Street's capital magic is all about."

He took a deep breath of the air, which smelled of instant coffee.

Ten fingers clattered across the keyboard, leaving afterimages.

The pale blue light from the computer screen shone on his ashen face.

Chen Suan opened the personnel file system.

They directly pulled out the names of Lei Hu's security team and the loading and unloading workers at the logistics park.

These guys used to be ruthless thugs who fought for territory on the streets.

Who doesn't have a few scars? Who has all their limbs intact?

Chen Suan's gaze swept quickly across the file photos.

A professional yet slightly crazy smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

"Daqiang, half of his left little finger is missing, which is considered a physical disability."

He dragged Daqiang's name into another spreadsheet, clicking the mouse repeatedly.

"Yellow Hair, a piece of flesh was cut off his ear, and his hearing is on the verge of being impaired—that's also included!"

"The scar on Er Lengzi's face covers an area of ​​more than three square centimeters, which is considered disfigurement and disability."

Chen Suan became more and more excited as he picked out items.

He categorized all these retired gangsters with missing limbs into the "Sihai Group Disabled Persons Employment Assistance Program".

"Employment of disabled persons is exempt from business tax and subject to a reduction in corporate income tax. This percentage..."

He pressed a series of buttons on the calculator.

The moment the numbers popped up, he himself gasped.

Just this one item.

It can legally save the company nearly two million yuan every month.

That's not all.

Chen Suan pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, which had slipped down to the tip of his nose, and opened the backend system of the Speed ​​Star Esports Arena.

Sun Xiaohou, that kid, is quite the troublemaker.

To prevent hacking, a military-grade LAN firewall was built for the e-sports arena.

"Developing and distributing cybersecurity systems independently—that's what you call a high-tech industry!"

Chen's eyes shone brightly as he immediately pulled up the application form for tax refunds for high-tech enterprises.

"With this subsidy secured, corporate income tax will be halved."

As the sky begins to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

Chen Suan slumped in the leather chair, feeling as if his bones had fallen apart.

The printer in front of him produced the last tax planning report, still smelling of warm ink.

Total amount of legally avoided taxes: 12 million.

He held the flimsy piece of paper in his hand, but his hand was trembling.

"This is fucking..."

Chen Suan's Adam's apple bobbed up and down with difficulty.

"My undercover work is almost making me one of Longhai City's top ten law-abiding accountants of the year."

10:00 AM.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the blinds and onto the floor.

Su Ye sat in the large boss's chair.

He was holding that same stainless steel thermos cup that he never used to use.

He looked down at the thick stack of tax return receipts that Chen Suan handed him, and his eyelids twitched violently twice.

The office was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Lei Hu stood to the side, breathing heavily, not daring to make a sound.

Looking at Su Ye's expression, he assumed that Chen Suan had gotten into trouble again.

"Old Chen..."

Su Ye put down the thermos, and the metal base hit the glass table with a dull thud.

He raised his head, his gaze behind his gold-rimmed glasses sweeping across Chen Suan's face like a searchlight.

Chen Suan's back stiffened, and his legs began to spin.

Cold sweat trickled down his temples and dripped onto the collar of his white shirt.

"Mr. Su, Mr. Su."

He swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

"These all went through the proper procedures. The Disabled Persons' Federation issued certificates for the injuries on those brothers."

"prove?"

Su Ye suddenly stood up.

The sudden movement startled Chen Suan, causing him to take a half-step back, his lower back hitting the coffee table and making him wince in pain.

"Well done!"

Su Ye suddenly burst into laughter and slapped Chen Suan's thin shoulder with his large palm.

"Snapped!"

The slap was so powerful that it almost made Chen Suan kneel on the expensive Persian carpet.

Su Ye's eyes were filled with a fanatical light.

"Twelve million! Old Chen, are you doing magic?"

He held up the stack of receipts and waved them in mid-air.

"We saved absolutely no money; the tax bureau should even give us a banner for helping the disabled!"

Lei Hu watched in stunned silence.

He scratched his gleaming bald head with his rough fingers.

"President Su, all Old Chen did was portray us brothers as disabled. What's there to be happy about?"

Lei Hu pursed his lips and muttered something in dissatisfaction.

"Daqiang's missing finger doesn't stop him from moving the refrigerator. He's not happy about being called disabled."

"Shut your damn mouth."

Su Ye glared at Lei Hu, then turned to look at Chen Suan.

His eyes were filled with the greed and admiration of a capitalist seeing a money tree.

"Old Chen, I misjudged you before."

Su Ye walked to the desk.

He opened the drawer and took out a set of car keys with a Porsche logo.

It spun twice on my fingertips, producing a crisp metallic clanging sound.

"Smack."

The car key traced an arc and landed steadily in Chen Suan's arms.

"The Panamera was just picked up at the Chengnan 4S store and is registered under the company's name as a senior executive's car."

Su Ye walked back to Chen Suan and straightened his crooked tie.

"Also, this month's bonus is doubled. Old Chen, you are the pillar of our Sihai Group."

Chen Suan looked down at the heavy bunch of car keys in his arms.

The metallic texture was cool, yet it burned his palms until they were sweating.

He opened his mouth, but his tongue was as stiff as a piece of wood, and he couldn't utter a single word.

He went undercover but couldn't find the secret account.

Instead, thanks to his exceptional professionalism, he helped a gang leader legally save tens of millions in taxes.

He was also rewarded with a Porsche.

This plot development is something even a third-rate novel wouldn't dare to write.

Chen Suan walked out of the president's office in a daze.

The leather shoes felt like walking on clouds on the thick carpet in the corridor.

He hid in a toilet stall.

He locked the door behind him, and the bolt clicked shut.

The air was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood-scented air freshener.

Chen Suan leaned against the door.

He pulled out the non-smartphone hidden in the lining of his underwear.

I turned on the phone and quickly dialed the municipal bureau's hotline.

"Beep...feed."

Director Li Jianguo's hoarse voice rang out through the receiver, accompanied by the sound of a lighter being lit.

"Hey Chen, how's it going? Has Su Ye's true colors been revealed yet?"

Chen Suan closed his eyes.

His eyes stung and hurt, so he reached up and rubbed them hard.

"Chief, I've done a great job."

His voice trembled, carrying a hint of despair that made him want to cry but had no tears.

"Good lad!"

Li Jianguo slammed his fist on the table on the other end of the phone, making the receiver vibrate loudly.

"What did you find? Dual contracts or ledgers for overseas money laundering? I'll call the riot police over there immediately and take him down!"

No...no.

Chen Suan slid down onto the toilet seat.

The Porsche car key in my hand was digging into my thigh and it hurt terribly.

"I helped Sihai Group... legally avoid taxes of 12 million. Su Ye just rewarded me with a Porsche."

There was a deathly silence on the other end of the phone.

A full ten seconds passed.

A muffled cough came through the receiver, as if someone had choked on the smoke they had just inhaled.

"Cough cough cough! You son of a bitch!"

Li Jianguo's voice cracked, making Chen Suan's eardrums ache.

"I told you to investigate his tax evasion, and you fucking became his top tax planner?"

The bureau chief was so angry that he jumped up and down in his office, even kicking off the heel of his leather shoe.

"So, you've been doing a really good job as an undercover agent, are you planning to come back at the end of the year as a 'Distinguished Young Person of Longhai City'?"

"Chief, I have no other options."

Chen Suan was so aggrieved that tears almost fell from her eyes.

"That ledger was so clean even a fly could slip on it. If I hadn't shown off this skill, Su Ye would have kicked me to the docks to carry cardboard boxes long ago. I call this... deep diving!"

"roll!"

Li Jianguo roared and hung up the phone.

The busy signal echoed in the narrow cubicle.

Chen Suan held his phone, looking at the car keys in his hand.

He sighed and stuffed his phone back into the lining of his underwear.

"Never mind. At least this car is a four-cylinder twin-turbo, and the acceleration is much better than that beat-up Santana in the station."

Meanwhile, in the CEO's office.

Su Ye stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a thermos.

Sunlight shone on the lenses of his gold-rimmed glasses, refracting a deep light.

He looked down at the logistics park below, where rows of green-painted heavy trucks were driving out of the gate.

The dilapidated Sihai Group, under his hard-core transformation, finally managed to get a legal engine installed.

Lei Hu stood behind him.

He spoke in a gruff voice.

"President Su, Lao Zhao is keeping an eye on logistics. The e-sports arena is also making a fortune."

Lei Hu scratched his bald head, a hint of hesitation appearing on his face.

"But...but our chamber of commerce still has a mess to clean up."

Su Ye didn't turn around, but took a sip of goji berry water.

"You mean Crow's debt collection department?"

Lei Hu nodded vigorously.

The veins on his neck bulged slightly from the exertion.

"That's right, Mr. Su. Back when we were loan sharks, Crow's dozens of men would go out every day to splash red paint and throw dead rats."

Lei Hu swallowed hard.

"Now that the loan sharking business has stopped, these guys spend all their time holed up in their rented rooms in the urban village, playing cards and drinking."

"Besides looking fierce and being intimidating, they don't even know a few words."

Lei Hu sighed, his tone revealing worry.

"What if he gets drunk one day and starts causing trouble on the street? Wouldn't that tarnish your legitimate reputation?"

Su Ye turned around.

Place the thermos on the glass coffee table.

He walked behind the desk, placed his hands on the table, and leaned forward.

A playful smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Looks fierce? Can she scare people?"

Su Ye tapped on the table.

"This is an extremely rare business talent in this era."

He opened the drawer and pulled out a pre-prepared business plan.

Several large words were written on the blue hard cover.

"Preparation Plan for MCN Agencies for Online Live Streaming E-commerce".

Su Ye slammed the proposal on the table and pushed it toward Lei Hu.

"Go and call the crow over here."

He pushed up his glasses, a hint of capitalist fervor flashing in his eyes.

"Tell him the job of splashing red paint is gone. I've found him a more lucrative and legal job."