Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

Late the next night.

Outside the chairman's office on the top floor of the Sihai Building.

The central air conditioning in the corridor was out of service, and two of the motion sensor lights were broken, leaving the light dim and yellowish.

A light, freezing rain was falling outside the window, pattering against the glass, and a cold wind was blowing in through the slightly ajar window cracks.

"drop."

The private elevator door opened.

Wang Jinbiao strode out, wearing a black jacket that smelled of cheap leather.

He was carrying a heavy black briefcase with a combination lock in his hand. The metal corner of the briefcase bumped against the elevator door frame, chipping off a piece of paint.

The skinny monkey behind him hunched his neck, his eyes darting around like a thief.

"Biao, Brother Biao, why isn't there a single guard in this building? It's as quiet as a graveyard. Is Boss Su setting us up?"

"Shut your stinking mouth."

Wang Jinbiao spat and touched the cold military dagger at his waist.

"I've seen it all in the Golden Triangle. He's just a washed-up peasant, dares to mess with me?"

He lifted his foot, his large leather boots making no sound as they stomped on the thick carpet.

The office door was ajar.

A dim, yellow floor lamp was lit in the room, casting a warm glow on the rosewood desk.

Su Ye leaned back in the leather chair.

Holding the silver thermos in his hand, he slowly blew on the plump goji berries floating on the water.

The lenses reflected the light, obscuring the emotions in the eyes.

Lei Hu stood like an iron tower beside the table.

His bald head was shiny, his scarred face was taut, and his hands were folded over his lower abdomen.

"Mr. Su, it's an honor to meet you."

Wang Jinbiao didn't even knock; he simply smashed open half the door and swaggered inside.

He slammed the black briefcase onto the table with a loud bang.

The shock caused two drops of hot water to spill from the thermos in Su Ye's hand.

Su Ye didn't look up.

I took a tissue and carefully wiped the water stains off the cup before lifting my eyelids.

"Boss Wang? In this wind and rain, you brought such an important gift."

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips. "Lei Hu, pour tea for the guests."

Lei Hu grabbed the purple clay teapot from the coffee table next to him and stiffly poured two cups of tea.

His stubby fingers gripped the rim of the teacup and slammed it down heavily in front of Wang Jinbiao.

A few drops of tea splashed out.

"I won't drink the tea, I'm afraid it'll burn my mouth."

Wang Jinbiao pulled up a chair and sat down, his legs spread wide apart.

He placed his hand on the combination lock, his thumb fiddling with the combination lock.

With a "click," the box opened.

A whole box of bright green US dollars.

The paper was neatly bound and smelled of ink and old paper.

The skinny monkey rubbed his hands together, swallowed, and straightened his back considerably.

"Mr. Su, Brother Biao came here today to borrow your Sihai Express refrigerated truck."

Su Ye stared at the box of money, his breath catching in his throat.

It felt like I had swallowed a handful of ice crystals, and the chill ran down my spine and straight to the back of my head.

He recognized the person.

Wang Jinbiao, the Golden Triangle drug lord wanted by the media.

He would recognize the scar that ran across half his face in the photo even if it turned to ashes.

Hold.

Su Ye cursed Lei Hu's ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind.

Is this what you mean by "overseas customers"?

Is this what you mean by "manna from heaven"?

This is like an atomic bomb falling from the sky, dragging thousands of people from my entire company to the afterlife!

Su Ye appeared as calm and collected as an old dog.

He even reached out and pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses that had slipped down to the bridge of his nose.

"Boss Wang's business is quite large."

His voice was steady, without a trace of tremor.

"Borrowing the car is no problem; Sihai Express is open for business. However, I need to know what's inside."

Wang Jinbiao grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, his smile sinister.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, and Scarface moved closer.

"Flour".

He lowered his voice, his tone like coarse sandpaper rubbing against glass.

"Dozens of kilograms of 'high-gluten flour.' Boss Su, didn't you claim your fleet was exempt from inspection? Once it crosses the provincial border, this box of US dollars is all yours."

Su Ye's eyelids twitched suddenly, and he felt as if his heart had been squeezed hard.

Several dozen kilograms!

That son of a bitch emptied out all the warehouses in the Golden Triangle!

If he were caught in Longhai City, not only would Li Jianguo be in trouble, but even the provincial department head would have to come down and execute him.

Lei Hu, listening from the side, was completely bewildered, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Flour? What kind of flour has such expensive shipping?"

He scratched his bald head and interrupted in a gruff voice.

"Boss Wang, our refrigerated trucks are for transporting seafood. Aren't you worried about the flour freezing? Besides, you can buy dozens of kilograms of flour at the market, can't you?"

Wang Jinbiao's smile froze.

He looked at Lei Hu as if he were an idiot, his lips twitching slightly.

The military dagger spun rapidly between his fingers.

Skinny Monkey quickly coughed twice and winked at Lei Hu.

"Brother Tiger, the flour that Brother Biao was talking about is... the white kind, the chewy kind."

Lei Hu blinked, then slapped his thigh in sudden realization.

"Oh! I get it! Imported high-end baby formula, right! This stuff is in high demand right now, no wonder the shipping cost is so high!"

He turned to look at Su Ye, his face beaming with a desire for praise.

"Brother Su! I can take this job! It doesn't violate the Criminal Law!"

Su Ye closed his eyes.

All he wanted to do was splash the water from his thermos in this idiot's face.

God the hell outrageous baby formula.

"Lei Hu, you go out first. Go to the third basement level parking garage, open the door, and prepare the refrigerated truck."

Su Ye rubbed his throbbing temples, his voice low.

"By the way, turn off all the surveillance cameras. Remove all the security guards."

Upon receiving the order, Lei Hu grabbed the car keys and scurried out.

The door closed.

Only three people remained in the room.

Wang Jinbiao leaned back in his chair with satisfaction and lit a cigarette.

"Boss Su is a sensible man. That's straightforward."

He exhaled a smoke ring, the smoke blurring his fierce face.

"Everyone in the underworld says you've switched to vegetarianism and Buddhist practices now, and I thought you'd really reformed. Looks like it was all just for show for those in uniform."

Su Ye picked up his cup, concealing the cold smile on his lips.

He lowered his head and took a sip of water. The warm liquid slid into his stomach, finally dispelling some of the chill.

"In business, harmony brings wealth."

Su Ye put down the cup and tapped the table with his fingers.

"Where's the goods? I need to check them. I'm not comfortable with something this dangerous."

Wang Jinbiao narrowed his eyes warily.

His hand rested on the handle of the bayonet at his waist.

"The goods are in my truck, on the third basement level. If Boss Su doesn't trust me, he can go down and take a look."

"it is good."

Su Ye stood up, casually grabbed the cashmere coat from the back of the chair, and put it on.

"Let's go to the garage. The sooner we finish loading, the sooner we can hit the road."

The three of them walked out of the office.

The elevator descended, the atmosphere so oppressive it was hard to breathe.

Su Ye had his hands in his coat pockets, his fingers gripping an old-fashioned spare cell phone tightly.

The elevator doors opened on the third basement level.

A musty smell from the damp, cold basement wafted over.

The huge garage was completely empty, without a soul in sight.

A few pale energy-saving lamps were on, casting a dim light.

Lei Hu's green Speedway refrigerated truck was parked in the corner, its engine still running, emitting a low rumble.

Not far away, Wang Jinbiao's Wuling Hongguang, covered in mud, was parked.

"Brother Biao, look."

Skinny Monkey ran over and opened the back door of the van.

A corner of the tarpaulin was lifted, revealing several cardboard boxes tightly wrapped with yellow tape.

Su Ye walked over, his steps somewhat heavy.

He looked at the boxes as if they were a bunch of ticking bombs.

This is seriously going to kill me!

I just paid 50 million in taxes and received the Outstanding Youth Award.

I was wiping children's noses at the orphanage yesterday.

Today I'm going to hand over dozens of kilograms of heroin to a drug lord in the underground parking garage.

Isn't that a bit too big of a leap?

"Boss Su, let's inspect the goods."

Wang Jinbiao walked over and took a switchblade out of his pocket.

With a "click," the blade popped out.

He casually plunged into a box and picked out a little white powder.

The tip of the knife was offered to Su Ye.

"Want to try some? This is 98% top-quality stuff."

Wang Jinbiao stared intently at Su Ye, his gaze carrying a hint of provocation and probing.

Su Ye did not answer.

He stared at the white powder, his stomach churning.

He took half a step back, frowning in disgust.

"Boss Wang, I'm a germaphobe."

Su Ye adjusted his glasses. "No need for inspection. Since you dared to bring it, I dare to ship it."

He pointed to the green refrigerated truck.

"Tell your men to hurry up and move it. The convoy will depart in half an hour."

Wang Jinbiao laughed heartily and put away his switchblade.

"Boss Su really has guts! Skinny Monkey, get to work!"

Skinny Monkey rolled up his sleeves and started moving boxes with a heavy thud.

Lei Hu stood at the door of the refrigerated truck, holding onto the handle.

"Hey, be gentle, be gentle. This imported milk powder is precious, don't break it."

Su Ye watched them busy themselves and subtly took a few steps back.

They retreated behind a thick, load-bearing concrete column.

In his coat pocket, his fingers deftly pressed a string of numbers.

1, 1, 0.

His thumb was pressed firmly on the dial key.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The phone is on.

"Hello? Is this the 110 emergency call center?"

Su Ye deliberately lowered his voice, which was filled with fear and helplessness.

It's like an honest citizen who has just finished get off work and encounters robbers in a dark alley.

"I am Su Ye, an outstanding entrepreneur in Longhai City and the legal representative of Sihai Group."

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing rapidly.

"I want to file a formal complaint!"

"Several armed thugs broke into my company's underground parking garage! They forced me to transport drugs!"

The operator on the other end was stunned.

Presumably caught off guard, the head of the Sihai Group personally called the police?

"Comrade! Dozens of kilograms of drugs! Top-quality stuff, 98% pure!"

Su Ye's tone was urgent, even tinged with a hint of crying.

"They even brought bayonets! My company is a law-abiding enterprise that just paid 50 million in taxes!"

He glanced back at Wang Jinbiao, who was still huffing and puffing as he moved boxes.

"Send the SWAT team right now! If you're too late, I might be forced to defend myself!"

"Smack."

The phone hangs up.

Su Ye walked out from behind the pillar.

He patted off non-existent dust from his coat, and the fear on his face vanished instantly.

A kind smile appeared on his lips as he slowly walked towards the refrigerated truck.

"Boss Wang, hurry up!"

Su Ye picked up the thermos and took a sip of warm water.

"It's windy in this basement; staying here for too long can easily cause rheumatism in your legs."

He silently added in his mind:

They are also easily riddled with bullets.