Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

Gao Qiang clutched the million-dollar check, which was wider than him, his face streaked with tears and snot.

He stumbled off the stage, his legs as weak as noodles, and he almost tumbled down the steps.

Those red-armed soldiers and hall masters who had previously looked at him with envy now stared wide-eyed, their gasps echoing throughout the banquet hall.

"Holy crap, that's real money..."

Sanpang swallowed hard in the corner, his Adam's apple bobbing against his neck.

"Two million... I couldn't earn that much even if I spent my whole life scrubbing bathhouses."

He looked down at his rough hands, then looked up at Su Ye on the stage with longing eyes.

It's like looking at a living God of Wealth radiating golden light.

Su Ye was holding the silver thermos with its paint chipped off.

He slowly blew on the goji berries on the water's surface and took a sip.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and the lenses of his gold-rimmed glasses flashed a cold light under the overhead lamp.

He knew exactly what those brutes were thinking.

Give a beating, then give a sweet treat.

These wolves who live on the edge of a knife, if they aren't fed meat, where will they get the strength to work?

He handed the thermos to Shen Qinghan, who was standing next to him.

Shen Qinghan subconsciously took the cup, her fingertips touching the warmth of the metal casing.

She bit her lower lip, staring at Su Ye with a complicated expression.

The way this man handed out bonuses was more terrifying than if he were wielding a knife.

The power of capital, combined with the execution capabilities of the underworld, makes it an unsolvable monster.

"Chen Suan".

Su Ye pushed up his glasses and glanced at the table in the finance department.

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire banquet hall.

Chen Suan was huddled in his chair, poking at a cold steak in front of him with his fork.

Hearing my own name called.

He shuddered, and his black-rimmed glasses slid down the bridge of his nose to the tip.

He quickly stood up and hurriedly straightened his wrinkled suit.

For the past six months, he has been working late into the night doing accounting, and has been hospitalized twice for stomach bleeding.

I live in constant fear, terrified that one day I'll make a mistake in the accounts and these people will stuff me into a sack and sink me into the Huangpu River.

"Here, here! Mr. Su."

Chen Suan stammered, his legs spinning, as he stumbled and staggered onto the stage.

Lin Dai, wearing ten-centimeter high heels, once again came up carrying a red tray.

On the tray was a Porsche Panamera car key.

Under the illumination of the crystal chandelier, the shield emblem on the car key reflected a luxurious glow.

Another commotion broke out below.

Lei Hu sat in the first row, touched his shiny bald head, and grinned.

"Oh my, Little Calculator has struck it rich this time."

"Chen Suan".

Su Ye took the car keys and tossed them in his hand.

"You've done a fantastic job with the group's tax planning this year. Not only did you help the company legally avoid 12 million in taxes, but the tax bureau didn't find a single problem with it."

He tossed the key into Chen Suan's hand.

"You deserve this Panamera. Next year's financial report after the IPO will depend on you staying up all night."

Chen Suan held the car keys, his hands trembling as if he had Parkinson's disease.

He opened his mouth, but his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton.

Porsche!

His classmate from police academy is still patrolling a local police station in a beat-up Santana!

He, an undercover agent, not only became a high-ranking member of a gang but also drove a luxury car worth millions?

If this were driven back to the provincial department, wouldn't the bureau chief be furious?

"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Su..."

Chen Suan's eyes reddened, and he almost burst into tears on the spot.

"I will definitely calculate the taxes carefully! I will never pay a single penny more than necessary!"

He clutched his car keys as if they were his lifeblood, turning back to look at them every few steps as he stepped off the stage.

Shen Qinghan, sitting in the corner, watched this scene.

She touched the encrypted phone in her pocket, and it felt as hot as a sweet potato.

How can someone go undercover like this?

These people were so overwhelmed by Su Ye's money that they almost forgot their own names!

This sugar-coated bullet not only penetrated the underlings of the gang, but even corrupted the top students in the provincial department!

"The last one."

Su Ye's voice rang out again, interrupting Shen Qinghan's thoughts.

He glanced at the list in his hand.

"Logistics Department, Zhang Tiezhu."

The last row of the banquet hall.

A middle-aged man wearing a faded security guard uniform, still clutching half a rag in his hand, froze.

Zhang Tiezhu, code name 007.

He cleaned the toilets in the Sihai Building for more than half a year.

Every day, while scrubbing the toilet, he would eavesdrop on Lei Hu and the others' conversations by the urinal.

All I heard were comments like, "That advanced math problem from yesterday was really hard," and "How do you memorize Article 20 of the Labor Law?"

He stood up, his face filled with disbelief.

"Mr. Su... did you call me?"

He pointed to his nose, where dirty water from the rag dripped onto the carpet.

Su Ye nodded.

"Come up."

Zhang Tiezhu walked past more than two thousand burly men in black suits with heavy steps.

He felt like he was being paraded through the streets.

Could it be that his act of planting a listening device in the third stall of the men's restroom has been discovered?

Is this grand display of power meant to make an example of a janitor as a warning to others?

Zhang Tiezhu walked onto the stage with trepidation.

My legs went weak and I almost knelt down.

"President Su... I... I'm usually very meticulous when cleaning... I scrub the toilet so clean it's practically reflective..."

With a sob in his voice, he desperately tried to find excuses for himself.

Lin Dai walked over in high heels.

On the tray lay 100,000 yuan in brand-new cash, tightly bound with red paper.

The bright red banknotes caught everyone's eye.

"Comrade Zhang Tiezhu."

Lin Dai read the award speech expressionlessly.

"You have been awarded the title of 'Model Cleaner' for twelve consecutive months in the hygiene evaluation of Sihai Building this year."

"Especially the men's restroom, there has never been any odor or blockage, which has greatly improved the employees' work experience."

She pushed the tray in front of Zhang Tiezhu.

"This is the group's 'Outstanding Logistics Support Award.' It's 100,000 yuan in cash."

Zhang Tiezhu was dumbfounded.

He stared at the 100,000 yuan, his mouth agape enough to fit a duck egg.

His monthly salary is only 1,500!

Can sweeping toilets really earn you a year-end bonus of 100,000 yuan?

Is Sihai Group a banknote printing factory?

"Take it."

Su Ye patted him on the shoulder, her tone gentle.

"The company doesn't discriminate based on rank. As long as you work hard, I won't treat you unfairly."

"Keep it up next year."

Zhang Tiezhu grabbed the 100,000 yuan in his arms.

Tears streamed down my face and I couldn't stop them.

"Thank you, Mr. Su! Thank you, Mr. Su!"

He bowed repeatedly while crying, his forehead almost hitting the floor.

"I promise! Next year, I'll scrub the men's toilet seats with a toothbrush every day! I guarantee they'll be cleaner than hotel plates!"

He clutched the money and cried like a 200-pound child.

He stumbled off the stage.

As they passed Gao Qiang's table, the two exchanged a glance.

They saw the exact same despair and hopelessness in each other's eyes.

This undercover operation is no longer viable.

The capitalists are giving away way too much!

After the awards were given out.

The atmosphere in the banquet hall had reached its peak.

Everyone was like they'd been injected with adrenaline, their eyes practically glowing.

Su Ye took the microphone back.

"The awards have been given out. Now, let's talk about the rules."

His voice turned somber.

The previously noisy hall instantly fell silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

Su Ye walked to the edge of the stage and looked down at the thousands of people below.

"The reason why Sihai is where it is today is not because of fighting and killing or seizing territory."

He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses.

"It's the rule of law. It's the livelihood society provides us."

He turned to look backstage.

"Crow, bring your men up here."

A crow, dressed in a white tailcoat and with slicked-back hair, scurried up.

He was followed by fifty henchmen in white shirts.

The magical intro to "A Grateful Heart" played again from the speakers.

"It's the company's annual meeting today, no other rules."

Su Ye held the microphone.

"Everyone, stand up."

"Splash—"

More than two thousand burly men in black suits stood up in unison.

The sound of chairs rubbing against the carpet blended together.

"Follow the crows and finish singing this song."

Su Ye's tone was calm, yet it exuded an unyielding authority.

"Those who can't sing, report to the logistics department tomorrow."

Lei Hu stood ramrod straight in the first row.

He took a deep breath, his scarred face turning bright red.

"Ready—Sing!"

Lei Hu, with his hoarse voice, took the lead and roared.

A grateful heart—thank you for being there—

Two thousand rough men who used to chop people with steel pipes on the street.

now.

They were all yelling at the top of their lungs, their veins bulging.

Some people were even moved to tears.

He awkwardly made a famous sign language gesture with his hands in front of his chest.

The sound was deafening, almost blowing the roof off the InterContinental Hotel.

That scene.

Thousands of gangsters, lined up in neat formations, sang "A Grateful Heart" in unison, tears streaming down their faces, in a five-star hotel.

This is simply the most absurd and magical scene of this century.

Shen Qinghan sat in the corner.

She looked at the group of burly men, crying and gesturing wildly.

My mind was buzzing, my values ​​were shattered into pieces, not even a trace remained.

She even felt like she had stumbled into a brainwashing session of a large pyramid scheme.

The song ended.

Everyone was exhausted, panting and their faces were flushed.

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

He stepped onto the stage.

Looking at the group of underlings below the stage, who had been brainwashed by both money and the rule of law.

A glint of light flashed behind the lens.

"The song is over."

Su Ye's voice echoed through the microphone.

"Next year, Sihai Group will prepare to list on Nasdaq."

He paused.

They dropped a bombshell that was even more explosive than the two million dollar prize.

"Starting tomorrow."

Su Ye pushed up his glasses and glanced at the several hall masters in the front row.

"All senior executives at the level of Hall Master or above, including Security Director Lei Hu."

"Within six months."

He spoke each word clearly and deliberately.

"I must get my CPA certification."

The entire room fell silent.

A deathly silence.

Lei Hu's teacup fell to the table with a "clatter".

Tea was spilled all over the floor.

He opened his mouth wide, his eyes almost popping out.

"Brother Su..."

Lei Hu stammered, his voice trembling like a leaf falling in the wind.

"W-what is a CPA?"

Chen Suan, who was standing next to him, swallowed hard and muttered to himself.

"It's... the CPA exam. One of the hardest certifications to pass in the country. If you don't pass... you might never pass it in your life."

Upon hearing this, Fatty Liu...

His eyes rolled back, and he fell straight backward.

"Oh no... I didn't even graduate from elementary school!"

His desperate wails sounded particularly mournful in the deathly silent banquet hall.