Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

Su Ye's words "slaughtered with my own hands" landed lightly in the crow's ears.

This made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

He swallowed hard.

His Adam's apple slid laboriously along his thick neck, making a gurgling sound.

"Did you hear that?"

The crow turned around, its bloodshot eyes fixed intently on the camera.

Scarface twitched violently due to tension.

"Tomorrow night! 50,000 catties of free-range chickens! If they don't sell out, I'll go to the village and slaughter the rest!"

He slammed his hands on the table, sending crumbs flying everywhere.

"You're not going to give me any face, are you? I'll show you what a damn swift and decisive blow looks like tomorrow!"

The chat in the live stream paused strangely for three seconds after that sentence.

Then, it was like a hornet's nest had been stirred up.

The dense white text flooded the screen, so fast that it became a blur.

"Holy crap! Is this guy serious?"

"Oh no, oh no, if I don't buy it, I feel like I'm killing a living being!"

"Brother, calm down! The chickens are innocent! I'll buy them! I'll buy ten, okay?!"

"Is this supposed to be product promotion? This is cyber ransomware! But it's so exciting, I love it!"

System background.

The simpleton who was temporarily pulled in to work on operations is hunched over his computer.

His eyes were wide open, like two light bulbs, staring intently at the order numbers that were jumping wildly in the upper right corner.

"Ten thousand...thirty thousand...eighty thousand!"

Er Lengzi's voice was splitting, his palms were sweaty, and he could barely hold the mouse.

"Brother Crow! Brother Crow, Brother Crow! It's exploded! It's all exploded!"

He suddenly stood up, his knee slamming against the bottom of the computer desk. He winced in pain but didn't even bother to rub it.

"Three minutes! 100,000 jin (50,000 kg) sold out! The warehouse says even the rotten fruit was taken!"

The crow was stunned.

The carrot, still covered in dirt and held in mid-air, fell onto the table with a "plop".

He turned his head and looked at Er Lengzi.

She turned her head and glanced at Su Ye, who was leaning against the door with a smile on his lips.

This is way more profitable than smashing up places and seizing territory in the west of the city back in the day!

Just by talking, 100,000 jin of goods are gone?

"cough……"

The crow cleared its throat.

Following the steps Su Ye had previously taught him, he took a deep breath.

He forcibly suppressed that murderous expression.

He raised his hand and loosened his tight suit tie.

He gestured to the thirty-odd burly men behind him who were still in a daze.

"You all better be damn smarter!"

The crow let out a low growl.

Dozens of burly men straightened their backs instantly, as if they had been electrocuted.

The suit buttons made a dangerous creaking sound.

The crow turned around and faced the camera.

He stretched out his hands and crossed them in front of his lower abdomen.

"Home, family."

He tried to make his voice sound gentle, but his rough, smoky voice still sounded like sandpaper rubbing against sheet metal.

"Thank you all for coming. We're a bunch of roughnecks, not good with words, and not good at sweet talk."

The crow sniffed.

He suddenly bent over, giving a perfect 90-degree bow.

Behind him were more than thirty thugs in suits.

Wearing sunglasses, with a bald, bluish scalp, or showing off half of a heavily tattooed arm.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized; in a flash, they all bent over at a ninety-degree angle.

"Thank you to my family for providing me with this meal!"

The combined cacophony of over thirty rough voices made the glass windows of the conference room vibrate.

The neat bows, coupled with their fierce and menacing poses.

It was like a group of gangsters who had just finished killing people reporting their spoils to their boss.

The live stream chat went completely crazy.

"Oh my god! This contrast is so adorable! I can't resist!"

"The force of that bow makes it feel like he's about to jump out of the screen and kowtow to me."

"This is so addictive! Being forced to buy things, and then having to receive bows and thanks from gangsters afterwards, is just incredible!"

This live stream lasted less than an hour.

The screen recordings spread like a virus across major short video platforms within just a few hours.

The top trending topic: #Cyber-style hijacking of live-streaming e-commerce#.

Second on the trending list: #The thug in a suit bowing at a 90-degree angle#.

The third trending topic: #What exactly did that chicken do wrong?#

Su Ye sat in the boss's chair.

Long, slender fingers slid across the phone screen.

Looking at the countless jokes and imitation videos about "Sihai MCN" flying all over the internet.

He picked up his thermos and slowly sipped the warm goji berry water.

"President Su."

Lin Dai pushed open the door and came in.

The high heels clattered dully on the Persian carpet.

She pushed up her black-rimmed glasses and held a data report in her hand.

"Crow's account gained three million followers in one night."

Lin Dai opened the report, her red lips slightly parted.

"Major agricultural production bases are all contacting us. These people... these scoundrels from the debt collection department, they've become hot commodities now."

Su Ye chuckled softly.

Place the thermos on the table.

"This is called precise dimensional reduction. It uses the oppressive feeling of violent debt collection to create the atmosphere of the live broadcast room."

He crossed his fingers and rested them under his chin.

"Who says gangsters can only collect protection money? Harvesting internet traffic is the most legal form of robbery in this era."

A month later.

The crow's account has surpassed a staggering ten million followers.

He became the undisputed top livestream sales influencer on the platform.

The live stream starts promptly at 8 PM every night.

The phrase "Not buying it is disrespecting my crow" has become the most popular catchphrase on the internet.

That night.

In a luxurious villa on the outskirts of Longhai City.

Wang Haitao, the CEO of Starlight Media, was irritably tugging at the tassels of the leather sofa.

He held a wine glass in his hand, the red wine inside swirling violently.

Wang Haitao is a giant in the traditional entertainment industry, managing several internet celebrities with tens of millions of followers.

"Oh shit!"

Wang Haitao slammed his wine glass down on the coffee table.

"Where did this country bumpkin come from! An ugly freak with a face full of scars, yet he sold more goods in one live stream than all the female live streamers under my management combined in a month!"

The brokerage director standing opposite him wiped away cold sweat.

"Mr. Wang, we've investigated thoroughly. This crow is backed by the Sihai Group."

The director swallowed hard.

"It's said...it's said they used to be the biggest gang in Longhai City, but now they've laundered their money and are involved in logistics and live streaming."

"Gangs?"

Wang Haitao sneered and pulled a cigar from the cigar box.

"What era are we living in? Still playing the gangster game? In the face of capital, gangsters are nothing!"

He lit a cigar and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.

"Go. Prepare an exorbitant penalty clause for breach of contract, and bring your legal team. Go and dig this crow up for me."

Wang Haitao leaned back on the sofa, his eyes cold.

"You don't give me face? I'll just throw money at you until you kneel down and call me 'Dad'."

The next morning.

The lobby on the first floor of Sihai Building.

Three black Alphard minivans were parked arrogantly at the entrance, blocking most of the lane.

The talent agent director of Starlight Media, accompanied by four lawyers in suits, pushed open the glass door aggressively.

"Get your manager out here!"

The director held his chin up, like a proud rooster.

"We at Starlight Media want to see your anchor, Crow."

The young woman at the front desk shrank back in fright.

He quickly picked up the landline and dialed the security department's number.

Less than three minutes.

The elevator doors opened with a "ding".

Lei Hu walked out with heavy steps, wearing a black suit that looked like it was about to burst from his muscles.

He had a toothpick in his mouth.

He was followed by more than thirty security guards.

They were all bald, with their hands behind their backs, staring at the uninvited guests with hostile eyes.

"Yo ho."

Lei Hu walked up to the director and lowered his head.

His nearly two-meter height made him as imposing as a black iron tower.

"Starlight Media? They sell stars?"

Lei Hu spat out the toothpick, which tumbled in mid-air before falling to the floor.

"What do you want from Brother Crow? To buy potatoes?"

The director was so frightened by Lei Hu's fierce appearance that he took half a step back.

He forced himself to remain calm and pulled a contract out of his briefcase.

"We're here to discuss cooperation. We want to poach Crow from our company, and we'll cover all the breach of contract penalties!"

"Poaching?"

Lei Hu raised a thick eyebrow, and the centipede scar on his face began to writhe.

He turned to look at his brothers behind him, then suddenly burst into loud laughter.

"Hahaha! Brothers, did you hear that? This pretty boy said he's trying to poach our talents!"

Laughter echoed in the hall, carrying a hint of unbridled arrogance.

Suddenly, Lei Hu stopped laughing.

He stretched out his palm, as big as a palm leaf fan, grabbed the director by the collar, and lifted him off the ground.

"Come."

Lei Hu's bloodshot eyes were fixed on the director's pale face.

"Go to my CEO Su's office again, and say those words to his face, louder and again, and see what happens."