Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

The warm air in the back seat of the Maybach made me sleepy.

Su Ye rubbed his sore temples.

Are you expecting those semi-literate people who can barely read "Introduction to Algorithms" to code? By the time they finish developing the app, Tencent's skyscrapers will be on the moon.

For professional matters, it's best to leave them to professionals.

He took out his phone and skillfully dialed Lei Hu's number.

"Hey? Brother Su! I'm arranging the recitation schedule for the brothers!"

On the other end of the phone, Lei Hu's loud voice made Su Ye's eardrums buzz, and the background noise was full of Er Lengzi's wailing as he tried to memorize the multiplication tables.

"Alright, let's put the book aside for now."

Su Ye interrupted him, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"Take two of the smarter guys with you and drive to Beijing tonight."

Upon hearing that he no longer needed to memorize his lessons, Lei Hu's voice cracked with excitement as he slapped his thigh.

"Alright! Brother Su, you tell us, who should we chop up?"

"Cut off your head my foot," Su Ye cursed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Go to Zhongguancun. I'll send you the address on your phone. Look for someone named Zhang Ming."

"Once you find him, no matter what he's doing, bring him back to Longhai. Remember, he has to be alive; not a single hair on his head is allowed to fall out."

After hanging up the phone, Su Ye tossed his phone onto the leather seat next to him.

Zhang Ming.

In this parallel world, there's that madman who used algorithms to recommend short videos and snatched a huge chunk of meat from the mouth of the Tencent empire.

Right now, he's probably still eating instant noodles in some leaky basement, running into walls trying to attract investment.

……

The next evening, in Zhongguancun, Beijing.

The north wind was blowing like a knife, whipping up plastic bags from the ground and sending them flying everywhere.

In the basement of a dilapidated office building.

The air was filled with the mixed smells of pickled cabbage instant noodles and smelly socks that hadn't been washed for half a month.

Zhang Ming sported a greasy, messy hairstyle and wore thick-rimmed black glasses with oily fingerprints all over the lenses.

He was sitting in front of the computer, frantically typing on the keyboard.

The pale blue code on the screen reflected in his bloodshot eyes.

"Ring ring ring".

The secondhand Nokia on the table rang.

Zhang Ming grabbed his phone, held it between his shoulder and shoulder, and his fingers kept typing on the keyboard.

"Hey? Mr. Wang? Did you see the draft algorithm model I sent you? That intelligent recommendation algorithm..."

"Little Zhang."

An impatient voice came from the other end of the phone.

"I've seen it. What kind of mess is this? Pushing content based on user preferences? What kind of commercial value can this have? Investors want to see a profit model, not this utopia of yours."

Zhang Ming panicked and stopped what he was doing.

"No, Mr. Wang! Listen to me, this is definitely the future trend! As long as the data volume is large enough..."

"Alright, alright, stop making empty promises." The other party rudely interrupted him, "I have a meeting here. We're not investing in your project, so don't call again."

"Beep beep beep..."

The blind voice pierced Zhang Ming's ears like an awl.

He slumped down on his phone and slumped into his peeling office chair.

I stared blankly at the screen, feeling so hungry that my stomach was churning with acid.

"Hold."

Zhang Ming cursed, grabbed the bucket of instant noodles next to him that had already clumped together, and shoved two mouthfuls into his mouth haphazardly.

This is the seventh investor to reject him this month.

My rent is due tomorrow, and I don't even have enough money left to buy a packet of pickled vegetables.

Just then.

"Bang!"

The dilapidated wooden door to the basement was kicked open.

The door slammed against the wall, causing plaster to flake off the wall.

A gust of cold wind carrying ice shards blew in.

Zhang Ming was so startled that his hand trembled, and the instant noodle soup spilled onto half of his trouser leg.

He stared at the doorway with terrified eyes.

Three burly men in black suits and sunglasses blocked the entrance like three black towers.

The bald man at the head of the group had a hideous scar on his face and didn't look like a good guy.

Lei Hu took off his sunglasses, his large, round eyes scanning the dimly lit basement.

Finally, his gaze fell on Zhang Ming, who was trembling.

He pulled a photo out of his pocket and gestured towards Zhang Ming's face.

"You're Zhang Ming?"

Zhang Ming swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, his calves spinning.

"Big brother...I...I am."

He stammered, his mind racing as he tried to recall if he had offended the protection collectors at some point.

"Brother, I really have no money. I can't even afford the rent, and my computer is secondhand..."

Lei Hu ignored him.

Chong waved to his two underlings behind him.

"take away."

Two henchmen stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Ming's arms from the left and right.

He was lifted up as easily as a chick.

"Hey! Hey! What are you doing!"

Zhang Ming lifted his feet off the ground, kicking wildly in mid-air and waving his arms and legs.

"Help! Robbery! Kidnapping!"

Er Lengzi thought he was too noisy.

He pulled a rag from his pocket, the purpose of which was unknown, and shoved it into Zhang Ming's mouth.

"Waaaaah!"

Zhang Ming could only let out muffled screams, and tears streamed down his face.

We're doomed.

These people are dressed so neatly; they must be an organized gang.

They're taking him to some desolate wilderness to eat kidneys!

He's never been in a relationship, and he hasn't finished writing his world-changing algorithm yet!

Lei Hu walked up to Zhang Ming's broken computer and thought for a moment.

Su Ge said it had to be all intact. This broken computer is probably his lifeline too.

He unplugged the power cord and tucked it, along with the keyboard and mouse, under his arm.

"Walk."

The three men supported Zhang Ming and swaggered out of the basement.

A black Mercedes-Benz G-Class was parked outside.

Zhang Ming was stuffed into the back seat like a tattered sack.

The car door slammed shut and locked.

The engine let out a deep roar, and it plunged into the night like a wild beast.

The heating in the carriage was on full blast, but Zhang Ming felt icy cold all over.

He huddled in the corner, sandwiched between Er Lengzi and San Pang, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Lei Hu sat in the passenger seat.

He was holding that old Nokia phone and calling Su Ye.

"Hey? Brother Su! I've picked him up! The kid's chatting with us in the car, he's got great energy!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ming's tears flowed even more fiercely.

Screw your chatter! I still have your stinky socks stuffed in my mouth!

Lei Hu hung up the phone.

He glanced back at Zhang Ming and shouted.

"Hey, you simpleton, get the cloth for him. Brother Su said to be polite to him, don't scare him."

Er Lengzi yanked the rag out of Zhang Ming's mouth.

Zhang Ming was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.

"Big...Big brother..."

His voice trembled with tears, like leaves falling in the autumn wind.

"What exactly do you want? I have type B blood, and I have kidney problems, really! I've been staying up late for years, and my liver is failing too!"

Lei Hu frowned, his face full of disgust.

"Who wants your kidneys? They're so smelly and fishy, ​​nobody would even eat them as skewers."

He patted Zhang Ming on the shoulder with such force that he almost broke Zhang Ming's bones.

"Our boss has taken a liking to you and wants to talk business with you. Don't worry, as long as you're obedient, you'll get food and lodging provided."

Zhang Ming dared not believe this nonsense.

What kind of boss would use gangster kidnapping to talk business with someone?

This is definitely because he was targeted by a scam gang in northern Myanmar, who wanted to recruit him to write scam software!

He huddled in his seat and closed his eyes in despair.

He reached into his pocket and rummaged around.

He pulled out a broken pencil stub and a crumpled supermarket receipt.

By the occasional flashes of streetlights outside the car window.

He shakily spread the receipt on his lap.

"Dad, Mom... Your son is unfilial."

He was sniffling as he wrote crookedly.

Tears fell onto the receipt, blurring the writing.

Lei Hu glanced in the rearview mirror and chuckled.

"Hey, what's this kid doing? Doing math in this car?"

Er Lengzi leaned over for a look, then scratched his head.

"Tiger, it looks like he's writing his will."

Why write a suicide note?!

Lei Hu slapped the leather seat.

"What bad luck! Our Sihai Group is a law-abiding company! Do you think we're going to the execution ground?!"

He snatched the receipt from Zhang Ming's hand and threw it out through the car window.

Zhang Ming let out a desperate wail.

It’s over.

They wouldn't even let me leave a will.

These people are too cruel.

The Mercedes-Benz G-Class sped along the highway.

More than ten hours later.

The sky is bright.

The car was parked in the underground parking garage of the Sihai Building.

Zhang Ming was helped off the car; his legs were so weak they were like noodles, and he couldn't stand up at all.

Lei Hu and Er Lengzi each took one side of him and dragged him toward the elevator.

We reached the top floor.

The door to the chairman's office was pushed open.

Zhang Ming was thrown onto the thick carpet like a puddle of mud.

He kept his eyes tightly shut and trembled.

Oh no, they're going to have to cut me open.

"Brother Su, the person has been brought."

Lei Hu's hoarse voice rang out in the empty office.

"We've brought your computer too."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work. Go to the finance department and collect your bonus."

A deep, calm voice came from behind.

Zhang Ming quietly opened one eye and peered through the gap in his eyelashes.

Behind the large huanghuali wood desk.

A young man wearing a black turtleneck sweater was sitting there.

He wore gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and held a chipped thermos in his hand.

He looks exactly like a young university teacher.

Su Ye put down the thermos, the metal bottom of the cup making a soft sound as it tapped on the table.

He stood up and walked over to Zhang Ming.

Looking down at this algorithm genius who reeked of sourness.

"Zhang Ming, right?"

Su Ye pushed up his glasses, a slight smile curving his lips.

"The ground is cold, get up and sit down."

He pointed to the leather sofa next to him.

Zhang Ming dared not move.

He hugged his knees tightly, looking up at Su Ye.

His Adam's apple bobbed.

"B-Big brother... what do you want me to do? I really don't have any money..."

Su Ye walked to the desk and opened the drawer.

Take out a piece of paper and slap it on the table.

The paper floated lightly down in front of Zhang Ming.

"The reason I've asked you to come here is, of course, to invest."

Su Ye's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable sense of pressure.

Zhang Ming glanced down at the piece of paper.

His eyes widened instantly.

His eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

It was a copy of a bank draft stamped with the bank's red seal.

The string of zeros above made him dizzy.

Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand, hundred thousand, millions, tens of millions, hundreds of millions...

"Ten...ten billion?"

Zhang Ming's voice cracked, and he looked at Su Ye as if he had seen a ghost.

His mind was completely in turmoil.

The gangsters kidnapped him, so they wouldn't cut his kidneys and prevent him from committing fraud.

They actually gave him a billion-dollar investment?

Are all gangsters this hardcore when it comes to venture capital these days?!