Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

Meeting Room 2, 2nd Floor, Sihai Building.

The air conditioner was blowing cold air down, but the room was still filled with a pungent smell of cheap cigarettes mixed with hair oil.

Dozens of burly men with fierce faces were crammed into leather chairs.

Some people, feeling hot, simply rolled up their short-sleeved shirts to their shoulders, revealing the menacing dragon tattoos on their arms.

They usually hang out in the urban villages, and this is the first time they've entered the headquarters' nicely decorated office. They're all so cramped that they're picking at the dirt on their fingers.

"Sit up straight, you bastards!"

A crow slammed its paw on the oval mahogany table, making the glass ashtray clang.

He had a buzz cut and a two-inch scar on the corner of his left eye. He was currently irritably pulling at his tight collar.

"Big Brother's on his way. Anyone who messes up, I'll break their legs first!"

The voice just fell.

With a "bang," the two carved wooden doors were pushed open.

Su Ye walked in carrying his ever-present stainless steel thermos.

The leather shoes made no sound as they stepped on the dark red carpet.

The meeting room fell into a deathly silence.

Dozens of burly men stood up in unison, like ducks with their necks being choked, the chair legs scraping against the floor tiles with a piercing noise.

"Big...Big Brother!"

The roar made the blinds tremble.

Su Ye ignored them.

He walked to the head of the table, pulled out a chair, sat down, unscrewed the lid of his cup, and blew on the goji berries floating on the water.

He didn't bother to wipe the hot air from his gold-rimmed glasses.

"crow."

Su Ye put down the cup and tapped his fingers twice on the table.

"From today onwards, I'll smash all those loan sharks' operations, principal and interest."

The crow froze, and the red plum cigarette it had just lit fell onto the trouser leg, burning a small hole in it.

He hurriedly swatted the cigarette butt away.

"Mr...Mr. Su, what did you say? Smash it all?"

The crow's eyes widened like copper bells, and its voice cracked.

"That's our livelihood! We still have millions of dollars in bad debts to collect!"

A fat man with a full beard standing next to him also got anxious.

"Yeah, brother! All we can do is throw paint buckets on doors and let dead rats out, we can't do anything else!"

The fat man stomped his feet in frustration, leaving a dent in the carpet.

"If I lose my job, I won't even be able to afford a massage parlor that costs fifty yuan a night. How am I ever going to get married?"

"Getting a wife?"

Su Ye sneered and looked at the fat man from above his glasses.

"Believe it or not, if you dare to go out and splash a bucket of red paint on the street again, the city's detention center will issue you a collective single status certificate tomorrow?"

He stood up.

He walked to a blackboard in the corner of the conference room and ripped off the black cloth covering it.

With a "whoosh".

Dozens of eyes turned to look at it.

In front of the blackboard.

Four ring lights, each larger than a washbasin, were installed, and their blinding white light instantly illuminated the dimly lit conference room as if it were daytime.

Two high-definition cameras stood in the middle, their dark lenses pointing directly at the conference table.

There were also a dozen or so muddy, broken cardboard boxes piled up next to it.

"What is this thing? Are we filming a movie?"

Crow scratched his buzz cut, his scarred face scrunched up.

"Screw your movie."

Su Ye walked over and kicked open the top cardboard box lid.

Several misshapen, cracked potatoes with black spots rolled out of it.

"This is a new agricultural assistance project signed by our company. 30,000 jin of unsold potatoes are piled up in a warehouse on the outskirts of the city."

He turned around and placed his hands on the edge of the table.

"From this moment forward, your debt collection department is hereby disbanded. Rename it 'Sihai Helping Farmers MCN Live Streaming Center'."

"live streaming?"

The crow swallowed hard, as if listening to gibberish.

"Isn't that the kind of job those pretty young girls online do, swaying their hips and yelling 'Big Brother, send me rockets'?"

He pointed to his face, which could scare a child to tears.

"Mr. Su, with our looks, wouldn't the audience be so scared they'd unplug their internet cables the moment the camera starts rolling?"

"That's the terrifying look of your dead bodies that I want."

Su Ye picked up a potato with black spots and weighed it in his hand.

"What happened to that ruthless, fearless drive you used to drive people to pay back their money?"

He threw the potato back into the box with a thud.

"You're good at scaring those in debt. What, now that it's your turn to scare netizens, you chicken out?"

Su Ye walked to the door and looked back at the group of dumbfounded thugs.

"Live broadcast starts in half an hour. If this box of potatoes doesn't sell tonight..."

He adjusted his glasses, his tone carrying an undeniable air of menace.

"Tomorrow, you all get out of here and head to the express delivery company, where you'll be squatting under the sun sorting packages every day!"

The door slammed shut.

The conference room was deathly silent, with only the hissing of the fill lights audible.

Holy crap!

The crow suddenly loosened its tie, and one of the buttons on its collar popped off.

"What are you looking at! Didn't you hear what President Su said?!"

He pointed to the fill lights.

"Everyone, get the hell out of here in your black suits! And put on your sunglasses!"

Ten minutes later.

Several burly men who usually acted arrogantly sat stiffly in front of the camera, as if they had been kidnapped.

The fat man with a thick beard sat on the far side.

The tight suit made his fat tremble, and his hands gripped his knees tightly, his palms sweating profusely.

"Brother Crow, my... my leg cramped up..."

"Shut up!"

The crow sat in the very middle.

He was wearing a pair of extremely pretentious black-rimmed sunglasses that covered most of his face.

But the centipede-like scar extending from under the glasses frame still exudes a fierce aura that keeps strangers at bay.

The computer screen lights up, and the live stream begins.

The number of viewers in the upper right corner slowly climbed from zero to twelve.

They were all passersby who had accidentally wandered in.

Two sparse comments floated by.

"What's going on? Did The Matrix open a branch meeting?"

"This streamer is so ugly, it's scary to see her out at night."

The crow stared at the two glaring bullet comments.

My heart was pounding, and my throat felt as dry as if I had swallowed a mouthful of sand.

He recalled the familiar rhetoric he used when collecting debts in the past, but now he couldn't utter a single word.

All I could do was awkwardly pick up a muddy potato and wave it in front of the camera.

"Um... family, let's buy some potatoes. They're two yuan a pound, and they're really... delicious."

Her voice was weak and unsteady, like that of a wronged young wife.

The dozens of brothers behind him were even more distressed, each with their heads down, not daring to look at the camera.

Thirty minutes have passed.

Sales: 0.

The number of viewers not only didn't increase, but actually dropped to eight.

A comment drifted by:

"This is so boring, let's go. These people are like wooden stakes."

"Bang!"

The taut string in the crow's mind finally snapped.

His inherent bandit-like temper erupted like a volcano.

He slammed his hand on the table.

The potato in front of him was shaken so badly that it rolled all over the ground.

The high-definition camera even shook twice.

The crow ripped off its sunglasses and smashed them on the ground, shattering the lenses.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the camera.

The flesh on his face twisted violently, and the scar writhed as if it were alive.

He braced his hands on the table, leaning half his body toward the camera.

Spit sprayed directly onto the lens glass, creating a fog of water vapor.

"You sons of bitches, scatter!"

The crow let out a deafening roar in its hoarse voice.

He casually picked up a potato the size of a fist, as if he were holding a hand grenade.

"I'm telling you right now!"

He suddenly moved closer to the camera, his face filling the entire screen in a close-up, his fierce gaze fully revealed.

"These potatoes are our brothers' livelihood for the rest of our lives!"

He slammed the potato onto the table, smashing it to pieces.

"Everyone in the live stream today, without exception! Try and not buy these potatoes?!"