Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

Outside the revolving glass door of the side entrance on the first floor of Sihai Building.

The rainy days in Longhai City are damp and cold, and the wind feels like knives cutting into your face.

A man wearing a dark blue cashmere coat and black-rimmed glasses was pacing back and forth beside the green belt outside the door, his neck hunched over.

His name is Wang Feng, and he is a top-notch HR professional transferred from Tencent's Shenzhen headquarters.

He is also Kevin's direct subordinate, the one who was so scared at the Shangri-La Hotel last time.

Wang Feng rubbed his frozen fingers, glancing up at the glass door every now and then.

Kevin went straight to the psychology department after returning home, and Mr. Ma was furious.

He gave a direct order, instructing his deputy to take over and to bring back a few people to report back.

"Damn it, do you think these peasants can turn the world upside down?"

Wang Feng spat on the ground, trying to remain calm.

He pulled a thick stack of high-paying Penguin employment contracts from his briefcase and swallowed hard.

I took a deep breath and boldly pushed open the glass door.

The air conditioning in the lobby was on full blast, and warm air wafted over you.

There was no one at the front desk.

Wang Feng was overjoyed. He crouched down and was about to sneak into the employee elevator along the wall.

"Hey, buddy, who are you looking for?"

A rough, hoarse voice suddenly rang out in the empty hall.

Wang Feng felt a jolt, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

He turned his head stiffly.

Lei Hu emerged from behind the thick load-bearing column at some point.

The bald head reflected a blinding white light under the overhead lamp.

The scar on his face writhed like a live centipede, grinning at him with a wide grin.

"I've been watching you, looking all sneaky and shifty, wandering around here for ages."

Lei Hu walked over with a pigeon-toed gait, rubbing his large, fan-like hands on his trouser legs twice.

"Trying to poach our talent, huh? From Tencent?"

Wang Feng's legs were spinning, and he almost dropped his briefcase.

He instinctively took two steps back, his back hitting the cold glass door.

"I...I'm not...I'm looking for someone..."

He stammered, unable to string together a complete sentence.

"Looking for someone is great! We at Sihai love making friends!"

Lei Hu put his arm around Wang Feng's shoulder.

That arm was thicker than Wang Feng's thigh, and as heavy as a piece of pig iron, pressing down on half of his body until it went numb.

"Come, come, it's cold outside. Come with me to the reception room for some hot tea. Let's have a good chat."

Without further ado.

Lei Hu dragged Wang Feng into the VIP meeting room at the far end of the first floor, like picking up a chick.

With a "bang".

The heavy, soundproof wooden door was closed.

The main lights were not on inside.

Only a few dim wall lamps were lit.

Wang Feng was pressed down onto a genuine leather sofa, and it felt like there were nails growing under his buttocks; no matter how he sat, it didn't feel right.

A series of chaotic footsteps sounded.

The sliding door to the inner room of the reception room was pulled open with a "whoosh".

More than twenty burly men dressed in black suits and wearing sunglasses filed out.

They were all burly and strong, their arm muscles stretching the sleeves of their suits taut.

The group swarmed around them.

They surrounded the sofa completely.

A dozen pairs of eyes, hidden behind sunglasses, stared intently at Wang Feng.

Wang Feng felt a chill run down his spine, and his breath caught in his throat.

My back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

This isn't a reception room; it's clearly the King of Hell's palace!

Countless bloody images of severed limbs from gangster movies flashed through his mind, and his Adam's apple bobbed wildly.

"B-Brothers...I...I was just passing by...I went to the wrong door..."

Wang Feng's voice trembled like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

"Don't just pass by, since you're already here, you're a distinguished guest."

Lei Hu sat down on the single sofa opposite him with an air of authority.

Chong gestured with his lips to the side.

"Hey, you simpleton, serve the guests tea."

Er Lengzi had a buzz cut.

She carefully walked over, carrying a tray in both hands.

A disposable paper cup was placed on the tray.

It slammed onto the coffee table with a loud thud, splashing a few drops of hot water.

"Drink it. I just boiled it, it's piping hot."

Er Lengzi stared wide-eyed and said in a muffled voice.

Wang Feng dared not drink it.

He gripped his briefcase tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white from clenching.

"As Brother Su said, we are a legitimate company, and we believe in persuading people with reason."

Lei Hu touched his bald head.

He pulled a thick book with frayed edges from his pocket and slammed it onto the coffee table.

On the red cover, several large, gleaming gold characters read:

Labor Law of the People's Republic of China.

Wang Feng was stunned.

These vicious gangsters don't carry knives or sticks, but they carry labor laws?

Lei Hu cleared his throat and even coughed twice in a mock manner.

"Hey, Sanpang, why don't you give this penguin guy a basic lesson in law?"

Kim Jong-un squeezed out from the pile of men.

He was holding a crumpled piece of A4 paper in his hand.

He opened his voice, which sounded like a broken bellows, and began to read aloud in a clear and resonant voice.

"According to our Sihai Group labor contract, Chapter 3, Article 9."

Sanpang stuttered a bit while reading, and would stop and scratch his head when he encountered a word he didn't recognize.

"Employees are bound by non-compete agreements during their employment and for two years after leaving the company."

"If one party unilaterally breaches the contract and jumps ship to a competing company in the same industry..."

Kim Jong-un took a deep breath and his voice suddenly rose eight octaves.

"A penalty of ten million RMB is required in compensation for breach of contract!"

"And shall bear all legal consequences arising therefrom, including but not limited to asset seizure and inclusion in the list of dishonest judgment debtors!"

The sound was so loud that the chandelier in the reception room started buzzing.

Wang Feng swallowed hard, then felt a ringing in his ears.

He instinctively wanted to argue, "This penalty for breach of contract is unreasonable..."

The words hadn't even left his mouth.

The twenty-odd burly men around him all took a step forward in unison.

The leather shoes stomped on the floor, making a uniform "thump" sound.

The encirclement shrank instantly.

That overwhelming surge of masculine hormones, mixed with the smell of sweat, rushed straight to the top of Wang Feng's head.

Lei Hu opened the book "Labor Law".

His fingertips traced heavily across the pages of the book.

"Brother."

His scar on his face blossomed into a smile.

"My brothers and I aren't very educated. We spent months memorizing all the rules and regulations in this book."

He leaned forward, bringing his large face close to Wang Feng's.

"Tell me. When you Tencent poach employees, do you disregard the Labor Law?"

"Do you look down on us poor souls who stay up all night memorizing legal statutes?"

Wang Feng was so frightened that he shrank deeper into the sofa and waved his hands repeatedly.

"No, no! I absolutely respect labor laws!"

His voice was trembling with tears welling up in his eyes.

"Just show respect."

Lei Hu nodded in satisfaction and leaned back in his chair.

"Since we respect him, let's learn from him properly. Er Lengzi, read Chapter Four to him. Read it louder!"

The next three hours.

It was the longest nightmare Wang Feng had ever experienced in his life.

These burly men in black surrounded him tightly.

I neither hit him nor scolded him.

They took turns flipping through the "Labor Law" and the non-compete agreement of Sihai Group.

She read it to him one by one with great emotion and even a touch of local accent.

If anyone mispronounced a word, Lei Hu would loudly correct them from the side.

If anyone gets sleepy while reciting, the next person should immediately take over.

That surround sound was even more deadly than Tang Sanzang reciting the Tightening-Headband Mantra.

Article 24... Employers may agree with employees on matters related to the protection of trade secrets...

Er Lengzi's mouth was dry from reading, so he picked up the glass of water that had just cooled down and drank it all in one gulp.

He continued shouting at the top of his lungs.

Wang Feng covered his ears tightly with both hands.

My mind is filled with thoughts of "penalty for breach of contract," "non-compete agreement," and "court enforcement."

He's going crazy.

He'd rather these guys stab him a couple of times than listen to this garbage anymore!

"I was wrong! I was really wrong!"

Three hours later.

Wang Feng completely broke down.

He scrambled off the sofa and knelt directly in front of Lei Hu.

His face was covered in snot and tears.

"Big Brother! Tiger Brother! I'll never dare to poach anyone again!"

He frantically tried to unzip his briefcase.

He dumped out the entire stack of penguin employment contracts and tore them to shreds in front of Lei Hu.

Paper scraps fell to the ground like snowflakes.

"I quit! I quit right now! I'm going back to Shenzhen to sell sweet potatoes, I'm never working in HR again!"

Wang Feng cried so hard he could barely breathe.

Lei Hu touched his bald head.

He stood up and personally helped Wang Feng up from the ground.

She even thoughtfully brushed the dust off his knees.

"Hey buddy, what are you doing?"

Lei Hu smiled broadly, like a hospitable Northeastern man.

"We're just discussing legal knowledge and making progress together."

He escorted Wang Feng to the door of the reception room.

"It's snowing heavily outside, please drive carefully. Welcome to come to class again next time."

Wang Feng looked as if he had seen a ghost.

His legs were as weak as noodles, and he scrambled out of the Sihai Building.

I jumped into a taxi and headed straight for the train station.

He didn't even dare to take a plane, so he bought a standing ticket overnight and stood for more than ten hours to escape back to Shenzhen.

the next day.

Shenzhen, Penguin Building.

Ma Tianteng sat behind his desk, his face ashen as he looked at Wang Feng, who was standing in front of him, still trembling.

"Say that again? How have people from all over the world treated you?"

Ma Tianteng gritted his teeth, and the cigar in his hand was snapped in two.

Wang Feng hunched his shoulders, with two large dark circles under his eyes.

Upon hearing the words "four seas".

He stood up straight as if by reflex, pressing his hands tightly against the seams of his trousers.

He stared blankly at the ceiling.

He started reciting uncontrollably.

"According to Article 90 of the Labor Contract Law, if an employee terminates the labor contract in violation of the provisions of this law..."

He spoke very quickly, enunciated clearly, with a slightly nervous tremor in his voice.

"Those who cause losses to their employers shall bear the liability for compensation..."

Ma Tianteng was stunned.

He looked at Wang Feng as if he were a madman.

"Are you fucking out of your mind? I'm asking you how the poaching is going!"

Wang Feng didn't stop at all.

Tears streamed down her face as she continued to recite frantically.

"A penalty of ten million... court-ordered enforcement... inclusion on the list of dishonest persons subject to enforcement..."

He stopped abruptly, ripped off his name tag from his chest, and threw it on Ma Tianteng's desk.

"Mr. Ma! I quit!"

Wang Feng roared and retreated repeatedly, looking at Ma Tianteng as if he were avoiding a plague god.

"The Sihai Group is terrifying! They're not human; they're living codes of law!"

"I never want to hear the words 'labor law' again!"

After saying that, Wang Feng turned around and scrambled out of the office.

Only Ma Tianteng remained, sitting behind the huge desk.

Looking at the table full of cigar crumbs broken in two.

A long, deathly silence fell.