Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

Shen Qinghan placed the blue and white porcelain teacup steadily on the mahogany altar.

In that half-second of bending over, she subtly hooked her finger in the pocket of her business suit.

The button on the miniature voice recorder was pressed silently.

She lowered her eyes, a hint of surprise flashing in her cool gaze that was hard for most people to detect.

The arrogant words that gangster prince had just uttered still echoed in my ears.

Taking the civil service exam? Everyone memorizing the law?

Shen Qinghan took a deep breath of the air, which was filled with cheap sandalwood scent, and felt that he had wasted four years of his time at the police academy.

Before going undercover in Longhai City, the provincial leaders gave me many instructions.

The Sihai Chamber of Commerce is said to be a vicious criminal organization, and its heir, Su Ye, is an even more insidious and ruthless character.

But what's going on here?

Is he educating his henchmen on the law? Teaching a bunch of desperados to respect the law and abide by the rules?

She secretly glanced at Su Ye, who was sitting in a grand chair, leisurely sipping his tea.

Only one thought remained in my mind.

This must be some new kind of slang. Labor law is definitely a secret code for underground banks to launder money!

The next morning, at exactly eight o'clock.

Conference Room 1, Top Floor, Sihai Building, CBD Center, Longhai City.

In the past, when gang meetings were held in this place, the tables were covered with bloodstained machetes and boxes of cash.

The gang leaders were shirtless, standing on chairs and cursing, and the room was filled with so much smoke it could kill someone.

But today, this room exudes an inexplicable eeriness.

The oval mahogany conference table was polished to a shine by the cleaning lady, and its reflection was clearly visible.

Lei Hu and a dozen other core hall masters sat properly in genuine leather swivel chairs.

The group was all dressed in tight black suits, their ties tied like nooses, and their faces were flushed.

Several green dragon and white tiger tails, not wanting to be left out, were also sticking out from the neck and collar.

Instead of ashtrays in front of each person, a brand-new book was neatly arranged in front of them.

The book cover is printed with the words: "Labor Law of the People's Republic of China".

Su Ye sat in the main seat with an air of authority.

Today he changed into a well-tailored haute couture suit, and also wore a pair of non-prescription gold-rimmed glasses.

That's the behavior of a quintessential "refined scoundrel."

Su Ye bent his index finger and tapped the table twice. The sound was not loud, but it silenced the entire room.

"It's time. How's the review of yesterday's morning meeting tasks going?"

Lei Hu swallowed hard, his thick fingers tugging at his tie, feeling like he couldn't breathe.

He reached up and wiped his shiny bald head; beads of sweat were bigger than soybeans.

"B-Big Brother... no, President Su!" Lei Hu stammered, correcting himself.

"The guys stayed up until the wee hours last night, flipping through that... that... method all night."

Lei Hu complained with a bitter face, "I can recognize all the characters, but when we put them together, it doesn't follow any martial ethics!"

The chubby head of the logistics department next to him nodded vigorously, like a primary school student who had done something wrong.

"Yes, Mr. Su, the work injury assessment standards listed there are more complicated than calculating compound interest on a loan!"

"Enough with the nonsense." Su Ye grabbed the attendance list in front of him and slammed it onto the table.

"If they can't even memorize these basic rules, how can the company be legalized?"

Su Ye pointed at Lei Hu's nose and scolded, "How are you going to manage your men from now on? Start now, stand up and recite!"

The nearly two-meter-tall double-flower red stick, like a poor student being punished by the teacher, slowly moved up from the chair.

He gripped the Labor Law book so tightly with both hands that his fingerprints were almost visible on the hard cover.

In the corner of the conference room, Shen Qinghan, dressed in a crisp white shirt, held a shorthand notebook in his hand.

Last night, she sent the recording back to the Municipal Bureau overnight. Director Li Jianguo remained silent for a full five minutes after listening to it.

Finally, the bureau chief insisted that this was a sophisticated disguise by the enemy and made sure she memorized every word from the morning meeting that day.

But now, Shen Qinghan felt as if the pen in her hand weighed a ton.

Article 39... If an employer or employing unit falls under any of the following circumstances...

Lei Hu stammered, his eyes fixed on the pages, "An employee can terminate their employment contract..."

"Stop reading, close the book!" Su Ye interrupted coldly.

Lei Hu was so frightened that he slammed the book on the table and put his hands behind his back.

"Failure to provide labor protection or conditions as stipulated in the labor contract".

Lei Hu looked up at the ceiling as he carried it on his back, as if the answer was written there.

"And that...the failure to pay wages in a timely and full manner."

Reciting this part, Lei Hu paused, glancing cautiously at Su Ye.

"President Su, we didn't pay you before, that was called deducting a settlement allowance."

Lei Hu looked worried. "According to the rules here, if our men go to the labor bureau to sue us, they'll win every time!"

The hall masters below whispered among themselves, sharing the same sentiment.

The fat hall master boldly chimed in, "That's right! Article 38 also says that the contract can be terminated if social insurance is not paid."

The portly hall master counted on his carrot-thick fingers, "Our chamber of commerce has thousands of people. If we had to pay all the back social security contributions, we'd be broke!"

Su Ye snorted coldly, his eyes behind his glasses revealing an undeniable sharpness.

"Even if it means going broke, we still have to pay! That's called corporate social responsibility!"

He placed his hands on the table, and his aura instantly enveloped the entire conference room.

"Before, that was the underworld; from today onwards, we are Sihai Holdings Group."

Su Ye banged on the table, emphasizing, "Anyone who dares to mistreat their hardworking brothers in terms of benefits and treatment will be the first to be sent to work on a sewing machine!"

"Click".

Shen Qinghan suddenly slashed the paper of the shorthand notebook with the tip of her pen.

Her chest heaved violently; her worldview was undergoing a magnitude 10 earthquake.

What exactly is going on with this gang?

Instead of studying how to seize territory or planning smuggling routes, they're here seriously discussing how to buy social insurance and housing fund for their underlings?

This robust employee welfare system and its advanced awareness of legal compliance.

It's even more standardized than regular state-owned enterprises and provincial departments!

Shen Qinghan gritted her teeth, staring at the pile of social security and housing provident fund clauses written down in her notebook, and fell into deep confusion.

She felt like a corporate spy who had infiltrated a Fortune 500 company.

Su Ye ignored the policewoman's turbulent inner monologue in the corner.

He pointed to the middle of the long table with his fingertip, "Next, recite Article 73, about the handling of work injury compensation."

The person pointed at did not move.

That was a blond-haired gang leader who kept his head down and didn't say a word; his name was Sang Gou (meaning "mourning dog").

He used to hang out with the deceased Old Man Bai, and he controlled two streets of shady businesses.

These past two days, not only has my venue been shut down, but I've also been forced to wear a suit and recite texts. My resentment has been building up to a breaking point.

Sang Gou's face was so gloomy it could drip water, and the veins on his neck throbbed.

"Hey! Are you deaf?" Lei Hu kicked the chair leg of the dog next to him.

The dog suddenly raised its head, its eyes as fierce as a wolf's.

"I'll carry your mother on my back!"

With a roar, the monstrous dog suddenly attacked.

He raised his leather-shoe-clad foot and slammed it hard into the mahogany chair in front of him.

With a loud crash, the heavy chair was kicked away.

The chair slammed hard against the glass wall behind it, making the blinds rattle loudly.

The surrounding hall masters gasped and scattered, and Lei Hu instantly clenched his fists, ready to pounce.

The dog moved with lightning speed, stepping directly onto the expensive conference table.

He roughly tore off the black tie around his neck and threw it on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the dog pulled out a half-foot-long folding spring knife from behind his waist.

The blade gleamed coldly, pointed directly at Su Ye, who sat in the main seat.

His face contorted, and spittle flew everywhere.

"Su Ye, stop trying to disgust me with these lousy books! I'm here to navigate the world, not to take college entrance exams!"