Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

The crow's cawing caused the crystal chandelier on the conference room ceiling to sway twice.

Spit sprayed onto the high-definition lens, creating a small patch of white vapor.

His fleshy face was pressed tightly against the screen.

Scarface gasped and twitched with his heavy breathing, looking just like a wild boar driven to desperation.

"I'm telling you right now!"

He held up half a muddy potato, squeezing it until his knuckles turned white. "Anyone who dares not buy this batch is disrespecting me, Crow!"

There were originally only eight bored bystanders in the live stream room.

I was so startled by the sudden roar that I almost threw my phone away.

The comments in the bottom right corner of the screen paused for two seconds.

Then, it gushed out like boiling water.

"Holy crap! What's going on? What triggered this streamer?"

"Oh my god, that scared me! I thought I'd accidentally clicked into a kidnapping scene!"

"This guy looks really unique. Is that scar real or fake? It looks creepy."

The burly man with a thick beard sitting in the corner was startled by the sight of the crows.

He was already nervous, and his calves kept cramping.

Seeing the boss lose his temper, his ingrained street-smart instincts were instantly activated.

The fat man suddenly stood up.

Because he got up too quickly, his knees hit the bottom of the mahogany conference table hard.

"Holy crap!"

He gasped and clutched his knee.

Ignoring the pain, he shouted at the dozens of stunned men behind him in his hoarse voice.

"What are you all standing there for! The boss has spoken! Get into formation!"

The dozens of burly men seemed to awaken from a dream.

The unspoken understanding they usually shared—following the crows to splash red paint and block people's doors to collect debts—all returned at this moment.

They lined up in two rows.

Each of them stood ramrod straight, their tight black suits accentuating the outlines of their muscles.

The fat man pulled a pair of white gloves from his pocket and hurriedly distributed them.

"Put them on! President Su said we need to pay attention to the company's image!"

Two rows of burly men put on white knitted gloves in unison.

Place your hands crossed in front of your lower abdomen.

More than thirty menacing faces, all wearing identical black sunglasses, stared expressionlessly at the camera.

The fill light shone on their bald foreheads and gold chains, reflecting a glaring, cold light.

This is quite a sight.

This isn't selling products; it's more like a scene from a gangster movie where they're about to hold an incense ceremony to execute a traitor!

The data in the live stream started fluctuating strangely.

From eight people, the number instantly soared to eight hundred.

Then it was three thousand, ten thousand...

Many people were drawn in by screenshots shared by their friends, all just to see these extremely ruthless bandits.

The comments were scrolling so fast I couldn't even see people's faces.

"My God! This sense of oppression is so overwhelming, even through the screen I feel my legs go weak."

"Those guys in the back row, are they hiding a menacing aura behind their sunglasses?"

"What kind of organization is this livestreamer from? Their sales methods are way too hardcore!"

The crow felt a pang of panic as it watched the number of people on the screen surge wildly.

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

But the arrow was already on the bowstring, and it had to be released.

He recalled the look Su Ye had given him at the door, as if he were looking at a dead man, and steeled his heart, deciding to go all the way down this path.

He casually tossed the potatoes into the cardboard box.

He turned around and pulled a big, bright red apple from another cardboard box next to him.

The apple still had a few clumps of dried mud on its surface.

The crow held the apple as if it were a pulled-string grenade.

He leaned closer to the camera and took a deep breath.

His chest bulged high, and the buttons on his suit creaked under the strain.

"Snap!"

He opened his blood-red mouth wide and took a big bite of the apple.

The sound of teeth tearing through fruit pulp was amplified by the microphone and could be clearly heard in the quiet conference room.

Juice dripped down the corner of his mouth and onto the collar of his white shirt.

He chewed the skin and flesh together, until his cheeks bulged out with two hard lumps.

Those bloodshot eyes were fixed on the screen, like a starving wolf eyeing its prey.

"sweet!"

The crow swallowed the apple and cackled loudly.

"It's incredibly sweet! I've never tasted such sweet fruit in my life!"

He held up an apple with a large bite taken out of it and pointed it directly at the camera.

"If you don't believe me, buy some and try it! If it's not sweet..."

He paused for a moment.

My mind frantically searched for words, and I stammered for two seconds.

"If it's not sweet... I'll bring these dozens of brothers and come to your door to peel it for you!"

The fat man behind him took a step forward at just the right moment.

Leather shoes stepped onto the dark red carpet.

He suddenly ripped off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of fierce eyes the size of mung beans.

"Yes! If it's not sweet, we'll come to your door! You decide whether to peel it or something else!"

The live stream chat exploded instantly.

The screen is filled with exclamation marks.

"Don't cut me, bro! I'll buy it! I'll buy it, okay?!"

"This isn't sales, this is cyber kidnapping!"

"I can't afford to offend them, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight if I don't place an order."

"A box of potatoes costs two yuan, a box of apples costs five yuan. Let's buy peace for the family, consider it protection money."

The crow stared at the comments, feeling a bit dazed.

He glanced down at the tablet computer on the table; it was the background control interface.

The number of orders in the bottom right corner.

It was tumbling wildly at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

"Five thousand...ten thousand...eighty thousand!"

The numbers were making him dizzy, and his heart was pounding like a drum.

Less than ten minutes.

A crisp "ding" sounded from the backend system.

Immediately afterwards, a mechanical female voice broadcasted the announcement in the conference room.

"Inventory is sold out, all items are gone."

The crow was stunned.

The half-eaten apple in his hand fell directly onto the table and rolled twice.

Thirty thousand catties of potatoes and five thousand catties of apples.

Ten minutes, all gone?

This is so much faster than before, when we took people to smash up abandoned buildings and collect high-interest loans!

He turned his head blankly and looked at the fat man behind him.

The fat man was dumbfounded; his mouth was agape enough to fit a light bulb.

"Brother Crow... are they sold out already?"

The fat man trembled as he touched the thick beard on his face.

"So...does that mean we don't need to go to the logistics park to sort packages anymore?"

The crow suddenly realized what was happening.

He wiped the apple juice from the corner of his mouth, a glint of fanaticism flashing in his eyes.

This was the first serious task Su Ye had given him. He had done it so well that he was sure to get his year-end bonus.

He picked up his sunglasses again and put them back on.

I straightened my loosened tie, trying to make myself look like a successful person.

"Cough cough..."

The crow cleared its throat, its voice unconsciously becoming more husky.

It included a bit of the clip sound I just learned from short videos.

"Hey everyone, thanks for feeding me this meal. Thanks for your support, my friends."

His rugged appearance combined with his affected, high-pitched voice sent chills down the spines of the viewers in the live stream.

The comments section started flooding again.

"Brother, please speak normally. I'm scared by your high-pitched voice."

"Yes, yes, yes, that look of you about to eat someone was great, keep it up."

The crow looked at the comments and awkwardly rubbed its nose.

He took a deep breath and regained his former rough-and-tumble spirit.

"Alright! Since our family is being so kind, we can't be ignorant of the rules."

He turned around and gestured to the two rows of brothers behind him.

"Listen up, all of you!"

The crow let out a loud cry.

"A bow to my family!"

Dozens of thugs in suits.

They all bent over in unison.

They bowed deeply at a 90-degree angle, their movements so synchronized it looked as if they had been measured with a ruler.

Thank you, family!

The roar was deafening.

Just then, the office door was pushed open.

Su Ye walked in carrying a thermos, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips as he looked at the screen full of "sold out" notifications.

He walked up behind the crow and patted him on the shoulder.

"Well done."

Su Ye's voice wasn't loud, but it could be heard clearly in the quiet conference room.

He looked at the camera and adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses.

"Since everyone is so enthusiastic, let's give them some more substantial stuff."

Su Ye leaned close to the crow's ear.

"Tell them that we will put 50,000 catties of authentic free-range chickens on the shelves at the same time tomorrow night."

He paused, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"If you can't sell them all, just tell them that you slaughtered each chicken by hand."