Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

Before dawn, the beat-up Wuling Hongguang van crashed into the auto parts market on the outskirts of Longhai City.

The roller shutter door slammed shut with a "whoosh".

It was pitch black inside, with a sour smell of waste engine oil mixed with moldy cardboard boxes.

Wang Jinbiao jumped out of the back seat of the car, his leather jacket brushing against the muddy car door.

He didn't pay attention and kicked the skinny monkey in the calf.

"Go get something hot. This awful weather is so cold I can barely hold my knife."

Skinny Monkey clutched his leg, hissing and gasping for air, and limped to the corner to rummage for instant noodles.

The owner of the auto parts market was a bald, middle-aged man nicknamed "Old Ghost".

He used to be involved in the underworld, but after breaking his leg, he retired and opened this illegal operation to sell stolen goods.

Old Gui, leaning on his cane, shakily handed over a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes.

"Brother Biao, you've come at the worst possible time."

Old Gui struck the lighter several times, the flame flickering.

"The political landscape in Longhai has changed. Su Ye of the Sihai Group is playing by his own rules. Even Hong Tai of the Sanlian Gang has been arrested."

Wang Jinbiao, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, didn't go over to light it.

He pulled out a windproof lighter, and with a "click," a dark blue flame shot up high.

He took a deep drag, and wisps of smoke billowed from his nostrils, blurring the scars on his face.

"Change of the weather?" Wang Jinbiao pointed to the boxes of goods wrapped in waterproof cloth, his finger still holding a cigarette.

"This batch of 'sugar' of mine is 98% pure. Once it reaches other provinces, it'll be a golden goose."

He walked up to Old Ghost, reached out and patted Old Ghost's bald head, making a loud slapping sound.

"I don't care if Su Ye is a dragon or a worm. I'm asking you, is that Sihai Logistics company really that amazing?"

Old Gui shrank back and nodded repeatedly after being slapped.

"Wow! Absolutely amazing! All the vehicles of 'Sihai Express' are the same green refrigerated trucks."

"Those drivers are all more law-abiding than traffic police. They don't overload their vehicles, they don't run red lights, and they don't even park illegally."

Old Gui lowered his voice, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"In the past six months, not a single vehicle has been stopped by traffic police or road administration! Their reputation is ridiculously good; they even handle the transportation of seafood for the city's poverty alleviation program."

Wang Jinbiao's eyes lit up.

The scar glowed red, as if it had drunk blood.

No vehicle checks? This is practically a drug trafficking route!

A few dozen kilograms of goods can be casually stuffed under two boxes of seafood and transported out of the province without anyone noticing.

"interesting."

Wang Jinbiao flicked the half-smoked cigarette butt onto the oil-stained cement floor and stomped it out.

"Old Ghost, do you still have any connections to get in touch with the higher-ups at Sihai?"

Old Gui looked troubled, gripping the wooden handle of his cane.

"Brother Biao, Sihai is hiring right now, and they guarantee at least a high school diploma. I... I didn't even finish elementary school."

Seeing Wang Jinbiao reach for the military dagger at his waist, Lao Gui shuddered in fright and quickly changed his tune.

"However! However, I know Lei Hu from the Sihai Security Department! I even had my feet massaged by him at a bathhouse before!"

"Lei Hu?" Wang Jinbiao licked his chapped lips. "Okay, let's find him. Pass on a message to him."

He pulled a thick wad of green US dollars from his jacket pocket and threw it directly into the old man's arms.

"Tell him that there's an overseas businessman doing 'big business' who wants to meet their boss, Mr. Su. The meeting gift is fifty million."

……

The gym is located on the top floor of the Sihai Building.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The dull thud echoed in the empty room.

Lei Hu was shirtless, his muscles bulging like an inflated balloon.

Sweat streamed down his bulging veins from his arms, splashing onto the plastic floor.

He was wearing red half-finger boxing gloves and was unleashing a barrage of punches at a 200-pound sandbag.

Er Lengzi, holding an enamel mug with the words "Serve the People" printed on it, squatted in the corner and sipped his tea.

"Tiger, your right hook was really powerful again. That last punch almost pierced the sandbag."

Lei Hu stopped what he was doing and gasped for breath.

He pulled off the white towel from his neck and wiped his face haphazardly.

"Don't talk nonsense. Brother Su said that health is the foundation of everything. My head is throbbing from memorizing the 'Public Security Administration Punishment Law,' and if I don't vent, I'll suffer internal injuries."

As they were talking, a vibration came from the pocket of the black suit hanging on the hanger.

Er Lengzi quickly ran over and pulled out an old Nokia phone.

"Brother Tiger, it's Old Ghost calling. He's that cripple from the auto parts market."

Lei Hu frowned and took the phone.

"Hey? Old man, what's up? I'm busy."

On the other end of the phone, Lao Gui's voice was extremely low, trembling with a guilty conscience.

"Tiger, Brother Tiger. There's a big boss who wants to meet President Su."

"They say they're in the 'import and export trade' business and want to use our express delivery channel to transport some in-demand goods. Their asking price is... fifty million."

"Fifty million?"

Lei Hu's eyes widened like copper bells, and he gasped.

What the hell is this hot commodity that costs more to ship than a truck?

His mind works incredibly fast.

Normally, transporting seafood or agricultural products costs at most a few thousand yuan per truckload. Asking for fifty million yuan like this is definitely suspicious.

"I can't make that decision," Lei Hu said cautiously, not giving a direct answer.

"Tell the boss to wait, I'll go ask Brother Su for instructions."

After hanging up the phone, Lei Hu didn't even bother to put on his vest; he grabbed his suit jacket and ran outside.

Chairman's Office.

Su Ye was sitting behind a large rosewood desk, looking down at the financial statements for the month.

The gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of my nose reflected the faint light from the computer screen.

The silver thermos beside me was steaming, emitting a rich aroma of goji berries.

"Bang!"

Lei Hu rushed in like a gust of wind without even knocking.

The sweat on his bald head hadn't been wiped dry and was reflecting light under the incandescent bulb.

"Brother Su! We've got a big job coming up!"

Lei Hu was so excited that his hoarse voice cracked, and he braced his hands on the desk.

"Old Gui from the auto parts market told me that an overseas businessman wants to use our express delivery service to ship goods, and he asked for 50 million!"

Su Ye paused as he flipped through the reports.

His fingertip hovered over a line of black numbers, and his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

"Fifty million? What are you shipping? Gold bars or a printing press?"

He picked up the thermos and slowly blew on the water.

"Old Ghost didn't say it explicitly, just that it was a 'hot commodity'." Lei Hu scratched the back of his head, his scars on his face scrunching up with excitement.

"Brother Su, this is like a windfall! We couldn't earn fifty million even if we delivered packages for a year!"

Su Ye remained silent, his deep gaze piercing through his glasses and landing on Lei Hu's overly excited face.

The air was still for a few seconds.

The only sound was the gentle sloshing of the hot water in the thermos.

In high demand.

Overseas customers.

Fifty million in toll fees.

The combination of these three words instantly triggered a high-level air raid siren in Su Ye's mind.

At this critical juncture, Longhai City has just undergone a major crackdown on organized crime.

What respectable businessman would spend 50 million to borrow a refrigerated truck?

This is clearly drugs!

Su Ye felt a chill run down his spine, all the way to the back of his head.

He finally managed to patch up all the holes in the wrecked ship that was the Sihai Group.

He just paid 50 million in taxes to the national treasury and even received an award for outstanding youth at the summary meeting.

Now, a drug lord who doesn't know what's good for him actually comes to him with dozens of kilograms of time bombs to "cooperate"?

If it gets even a little bit fishy on it.

Not to mention Su Ye, all the thousands of underlings in this building will have to line up at the shooting range tomorrow to get shot!

Even if the police only find drugs hidden in the car, he, as the legal representative, cannot escape responsibility.

"Brother Su?"

Lei Hu's heart skipped a beat when he saw Su Ye's gloomy face, and half of his excitement dissipated.

"What's wrong? This job... can't be taken?"

Su Ye put down the thermos, the metal bottom of the cup hitting the table with a dull thud.

He smirked, a smile colder than the Siberian cold front.

"catch."

Su Ye pushed up his glasses, a ruthless glint flashing behind the lenses.

"Why not take the business that's offered to you?"

He stood up, placed his hands on the table, leaned forward, and exuded a powerful aura of pressure.

"Lei Hu, you go and contact that old devil yourself."

"Tell that overseas customer to bring his goods to my private parking garage on the third basement level of the Sihai Building at midnight tomorrow."

"Remember, this is absolutely confidential. Have all the security guards removed; don't leave a single security guard in the garage."

Lei Hu was stunned, then patted his chest with his large, fan-like hand to assure him.

"Don't worry, Brother Su! I understand! This kind of lucrative business must be kept absolutely secret from outsiders!"

"I'll arrange it right away, I guarantee not even a fly will get into the garage!"

Watching Lei Hu excitedly run off, Su Ye slumped back into the boss's chair.

He let out a long breath.

He reached into the bottom drawer of his desk and pulled out a spare phone with no call history.

Get rich?

Make a fortune my ass!

This is clearly the King of Hell knocking on the door.

Su Ye's fingers flew across the dial pad, pressing a string of numbers he knew by heart.

Since someone wants to use the Sihai Group as a shield, then don't blame Su Ye for disregarding the code of honor in the martial arts world.

He would never take the blame for something so terrible in his life!