Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

Confucius said, “Is it not delightful to have friends coming from afar?”

Lei Hu's face was full of fat, all squeezed together.

The old face, covered in scars, forced a smile that was more frightening than a cry as he read out each word.

The air conditioning in the VIP reception room was blowing very cold.

Wang Haitao sat on the leather sofa, his back soaked with cold sweat.

Sweat streamed down my spine, sticky and incredibly uncomfortable.

His neck was stiff, and he didn't dare to glance at Lei Hu's greasy copy of the Analects.

"Happy...happy." Wang Haitao stammered.

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

"Lei, Brother Lei...have we...have we finished discussing this topic? There's another meeting at the company..."

"Not at all!"

Lei Hu slammed his large palm onto the glass coffee table with a "smack".

The bone china teacup on the coffee table was jolted and jumped half an inch high, spilling a few drops of tea onto the contract.

"Our Sihai Group is now a company that wins people over with virtue."

Lei Hu pushed the well-worn booklet in front of Wang Haitao.

Thick, dark fingers slammed heavily onto the paper, with bits of unwashed machine oil still lingering under their fingernails.

"Today, let's not talk about contracts or poaching. Let's talk about traditional Chinese culture and cultivate our minds."

The thirty security guards in black vests behind Lei Hu looked like they had rehearsed.

They all took half a step forward in unison.

"Thump!" The sole of the leather shoe hit the floor with a dull thud.

Followed by.

Thirty people clenched their fists at the same time.

The knuckles made a "crackling" sound, like popping beans.

This isn't background music for a lecture; it's practically a countdown to an execution.

The brokerage director huddled in the corner of the sofa, clutching the leather briefcase tightly with both hands.

His glasses had slipped down to the tip of his nose, and he didn't even have the courage to push them up.

"Brother Lei..." the director's voice was barely audible, "We understand, we understand. This 'enjoyment'... doesn't it make us laugh out loud?"

"Hey! Good comprehension!"

Lei Hu slapped his thigh hard, his eyes widening like copper bells.

"Now that we're here, we can't let ourselves not have some fun. Don't you all agree?"

"Yes!" the thirty security guards roared at the top of their lungs.

The sound waves echoed in the enclosed reception room, making everyone's eardrums ache.

The four lawyers were so frightened that they huddled together. One of them had a twitch in his leg and a small wet patch had appeared in his crotch.

"No, we won't sign! We don't want crows anymore!"

The lawyer started howling and scrambled towards the door.

Seeing this, Wang Haitao's mental defenses completely collapsed.

His mind conjured up the horrifying image of himself being pinned to the ground and rubbed against by this group of burly men, forced to burst into laughter.

This dual pressure, both mental and physical, is more torturous than having a knife held to one's throat.

"I don't want the contract anymore! I won't even mention the penalty for breach of contract!"

Wang Haitao suddenly jumped up from the sofa, his belly fat shaking violently.

He waved his hands wildly in the air like a drowning person.

"Open the door! Open the door now! I fucking want to go home!"

Lei Hu slowly closed the Analects.

He put the book back in his pocket, a satisfied smile curving his lips.

"Open the door and see guests off. Remember to greet them with a smile, so they don't think we're rude."

The thirty security guards instantly dropped their menacing expressions.

They all made way.

The lock clicked open, and the door swung open.

Wang Haitao burst out of the door like a fat pig that had broken free of its reins.

That speed, combined with his 180-pound physique, was simply a miracle.

The brokerage director and lawyers followed closely behind, scrambling and stumbling, not even bothering to pick up the expensive pen that had fallen to the ground.

"Take care, Mr. Wang! Let's discuss traditional Chinese culture again sometime!"

Lei Hu leaned against the door frame, shouting in his hoarse voice from behind.

Wang Haitao stumbled and almost tumbled down the steps.

He climbed into the black Alphard, and before the door was even fully closed, he yelled at the driver.

"Drive! To the train station! Buy a ticket for the next train back to the provincial capital! Leave overnight! Standing tickets are fine too!"

The van sped onto the main road as if it had been chased by a dog, leaving two black tire marks on the spot.

This bizarre "discouragement from studying traditional Chinese culture" drama lasted less than half a day.

It spread like wildfire throughout the business circles of Longhai City.

People in the industry are treating it as a joke.

It is said that Wang Haitao of Starlight Media was brought to his senses by an uneducated security captain from Sihai Group who recited the Analects of Confucius.

But the matter reached the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

Director Li Jianguo couldn't laugh at all.

The director's office was filled with smoke, making it look like a fairyland.

It's just the kind of fairyland that's choking you to death.

Li Jianguo stubbed out the half-smoked Hongmei cigarette in his hand.

He shoved the cigarette butts hard into the ashtray, which was already piled up like a small mountain.

He picked up the chipped enamel mug and took a big gulp of the cold, strong tea.

"High-profile. way too damn high-profile!"

Li Jianguo slammed his hand on the desk.

The impact caused the pile of documents on the table to slide down with a clatter.

Captain Gu leaned against the windowsill, fiddling with a lighter in his hand.

"Click, click," the flame flickered on and off.

"Chief, Su Ye is becoming increasingly unpredictable."

Captain Gu grabbed a handful of his buzz cut in frustration.

"In the past, when they encountered people trying to steal food, they would do it in the middle of the night by putting a sack over their head and attacking them. Now, they're doing it in broad daylight at the company headquarters, using sophisticated methods to drive people crazy."

"This is called soft violence! It's harder to defend against than a hard knife!"

Li Jianguo stood up, put his hands behind his back, and paced back and forth in the cramped office.

The hard-soled leather shoes creaked as they stepped on the wooden floor.

"He's establishing his authority. He's telling all the investors in Longhai City that his Sihai Group not only understands the law, but can also manipulate it in ingenious ways!"

The director walked to the window and suddenly pulled open the blinds.

The afternoon sun was so bright that he squinted slightly.

He stared at the Sihai Building at the end of his line of sight, its glass gleaming in the sunlight.

"Has there been any useful news from Xiao Shen yet?" Li Jianguo asked without turning his head.

"No." Captain Gu sighed.

"Xiao Shen said that Su Ye has been spending the last few days either drinking goji berry water in his office or going downstairs to inspect that Speed ​​Star Esports Arena."

He paused for a moment, his tone a little strange.

"They said...the esports arena just upgraded its anti-addiction system, and stopped several minors who were using their parents' ID cards to access the internet, and even sent them warning letters."

"Pah!"

Li Jianguo spat, his face turning ashen.

"A mob boss implementing anti-addiction measures? Why doesn't he apply for the Nobel Peace Prize?!"

Just then, the red landline phone on the table rang urgently.

Li Jianguo strode over and grabbed the microphone.

"Hey. I'm Li Jianguo."

A deep voice came from the other end of the phone; it was the captain of the Economic Crime Investigation Division.

"Old Li, I have a situation to report."

The economic crime investigation team leader's voice was filled with excitement, and also a bit hoarse from staying up all night.

"Last night, we intercepted encrypted data on overseas fund flows."

Li Jianguo's pupils contracted slightly, and his hand gripping the microphone tightened abruptly.

"Where did it come from?"

"The source is a shell company under the Sihai Group. Although their books are flawless, last night a sum of 30 million was frantically transferred through seven overseas accounts."

The economic crime investigation team leader took a breath.

"Ultimately, the money ended up in the account of a drug lord in the Golden Triangle."

"The Golden Triangle?"

Li Jianguo gasped, his heart skipping a beat.

He turned to look at Captain Gu, a fervent glint in his eyes.

"Well, buddy, you've finally shown your true colors!"

Li Jianguo lowered his voice and gritted his teeth.

"I knew it! All those legal fronts were just a cover for him to launder huge sums of money!"

He quickly explained into the microphone.

"Immediately solidify the chain of evidence! Get all the IP addresses of those overseas accounts down to earth!"

After hanging up the phone, Li Jianguo grabbed his police cap from the table and strode out.

"Old Gu, notify the riot police to cancel all leave!"

As the bureau chief put on his hat, a long-lost murderous aura emanated from his voice.

"This afternoon, I'm going to the Sihai Building myself. I refuse to believe that Su Ye can use the Analects to cover up this 30 million in drug money!"

Sihai Building, CEO's Office.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows and onto the carpet.

Su Ye was sitting in the boss's chair, holding the iconic thermos in his hand.

He looked down at his phone screen, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips.

There was a knock on the door.

"Enter."

Shen Qinghan pushed open the door and came in, carrying a blue folder in her arms.

She wore a fitted white shirt today, and a black pencil skirt that accentuated her sleek figure.

"President Su."

Shen Qinghan walked to the desk and handed over the folder.

"Here is a letter from the Municipal Bureau requesting assistance in the investigation."

She swallowed hard, her gaze sweeping over Su Ye's calm face without leaving a trace.

"Assisting with the investigation?"

Su Ye didn't take the folder. Instead, he slowly unscrewed the thermos and blew on the steam.

"Director Li, are you bored again and want to have tea with me?"

"This time it might not be about drinking tea."

Shen Qinghan's fingers tightened slightly, her knuckles turning white.

"I just passed by the lobby on the first floor, and there were three police Iveco vans parked outside. Riot police were already setting up a cordon."

Su Ye chuckled softly.

I put the thermos on the table with a dull thud.

He stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at the vehicles with flashing red and blue police lights below.

"They were pretty quick."

Su Ye had his hands in his suit trouser pockets.

"Go and call Lin Dai over. Also, tell Lei Hu to have the security team leave the gate wide open, instead of treating it like a place for thieves."

He turned around and looked at Shen Qinghan, who was standing there in a daze.

The gaze behind the gold-rimmed glasses was so deep that it was impossible to see through.

"Secretary Shen, go brew a pot of good tea. Director Li must be in a bad mood after making this trip in this heat."

Su Ye's lips curled into a playful smile.

"We need to help him cool down properly."