Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

The director's office was deathly silent.

The radiator made a gurgling sound like boiling water, and the air was stuffy.

Zhou Ming gripped the edge of the desk tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning bluish-white from the excessive force.

His eyes were bloodshot, like a hungry wolf cornered on a cliff, staring intently at Li Jianguo.

Li Jianguo's hand, holding the thermos, froze in mid-air.

The old man stood there stunned for a full half minute before slowly coming to his senses.

He slammed the cup down heavily on the table with a loud thud.

"Are you out of your mind?!"

Li Jianguo suddenly stood up and pointed at Zhou Ming's nose, cursing loudly.

Spit sprayed all over Zhou Ming's face.

"You're going undercover? You're just a technician who manages files and communications, what can you possibly do at Sihai Group?"

"Go fix those gangsters' computers? Or go organize their shady records?"

Zhou Ming's chest heaved violently, and his breathing became labored.

He wiped the spittle from his face and met Li Jianguo's gaze without flinching.

"Chief! What's wrong with fixing computers? What's wrong with cleaning?"

His voice was hoarse, carrying a sense of utter despair and despair.

"Do you know how much of a year-end bonus Zhang Tiezhu received this year? One hundred thousand! A whole one hundred thousand!"

Zhou Ming pulled out his phone, pulled up the pitiful salary text message, and shoved it in front of Li Jianguo's face.

"Look at my paycheck! Only 2,500 a month, plus a 500 undercover allowance! I can't even buy a bowl of pickled cabbage noodles without waiting for a sale!"

His eyes welled up with tears, and his voice trembled with sobs.

"Gao Qiang took two million in cash and a BMW 7 Series! Chen Suan drove a Porsche Panamera! Director, I'm just doing logistical support for them, staying up all night and eating instant noodles every day, what am I doing this for?!"

Li Jianguo stared at the glaring "3021.50 yuan" on the screen, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably.

He shoved Zhou Ming's phone away.

I felt as uncomfortable as if I had swallowed a greenbottle fly.

What the hell is this?!

The elite undercover agents sent out by the provincial department were all overwhelmed by Su Ye's sweet talk and bribes.

Now even the liaison officers in the rear are starting to lose their composure, clamoring to betray the revolution and work for the underworld!

This Sihai Group isn't a criminal organization; they're practically a money-giving angel descended to earth!

"Zhou Ming! You're a policeman! What about your beliefs? What about your principles?!"

Li Jianguo gritted his teeth and roared in exasperation.

"The money they took was dirty money stained with blood! It was ill-gotten gains! When the operation is over, it will all be turned over to the national treasury!"

"What a load of rubbish, Chief!"

In despair, Zhou Ming grabbed his hair and ruffled his already sparse hair until it looked like a bird's nest.

"Gao Qiang said! That two million was handled through Sihai Construction's proper accounting system, and Lin Dai even had her personal income tax deducted clearly!"

"Chen Suan bought his Porsche using commissions obtained through legal tax avoidance! It's completely in compliance with the Labor Contract Law!"

He slumped into the chair, covered his face, and tears streamed down his face.

"The capitalists are giving way too much... Chief, my wife needs to pay rent tomorrow, and I can't even come up with five hundred yuan... Let me go, I can really scrub their company toilets until they shine..."

Li Jianguo was so angry that he trembled all over and almost couldn't catch his breath.

He grabbed the Red Plum cigarette case on the table, took out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth.

It took three tries to light the lighter.

"Get out."

Li Jianguo exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, his voice as cold as ice shards.

"There's no room for negotiation on this. If you dare utter another word, I'll immediately transfer you to the traffic police station to stand on the streets in the cold wind!"

Zhou Ming shuddered and dared not utter another sound.

He stood up dejectedly and dragged his heavy steps outside.

From behind, he looks like he's aged ten years in an instant.

"etc."

Li Jianguo called out to him.

He pulled open the drawer under the desk and took out a crumpled brown paper envelope.

This is his case-handling subsidy for the past few months, which he originally planned to use to buy a computer for his grandson.

"Take it."

Li Jianguo threw the envelope on the table and turned his head away, refusing to look at him.

"Pay the rent first. Don't embarrass the bureau."

Zhou Ming looked at the envelope, and his eyes reddened again.

He didn't take it, but gritted his teeth and shook his head.

"Chief, I don't want it. This is your money."

He straightened his back, his eyes red, and saluted.

"I will stay at my post. I... I just lost control of my emotions."

After saying that, Zhou Ming turned and walked out of the office, gently closing the door behind him.

Li Jianguo slumped into his chair.

He took deep drags on his cigarette, the smoke blurring his deeply lined old face.

This battle was incredibly frustrating.

Su Ye did not expose any incriminating evidence.

Instead, this perfectly legal and generous reward was used to undermine the psychological defenses of the undercover police officers from within.

This is like cutting flesh with a dull knife.

If this drags on, those undercover agents will eventually be completely assimilated by him and become devoted to serving him.

"Su Ye..."

Li Jianguo stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.

His eyes revealed a ruthless determination, as if he had nothing to lose.

"Let's see how long you can keep up this act."

……

the next day.

Conference Room No. 1, top floor of Sihai Building.

The heating was on full blast inside, but the atmosphere was as cold as an icebox.

On both sides of the huge conference table sat senior executives of the Sihai Group at the level of Hall Master or above.

Lei Hu was wearing a white shirt with the collar pulled tight, and his bald head was covered in beads of sweat.

Sitting next to him were Fatty Liu, Crow, and a few other former thugs who used to manage the place.

These people all had ashen faces and dull eyes.

On the table, there were neatly stacked piles of books as thick as bricks.

Principles of Accounting, Fundamentals of Auditing, In-depth Analysis of Tax Law...

The air was thick with the smell of despair.

Su Ye pushed open the door and walked in.

A gust of wind was stirred by the hem of the coat.

He carried a silver thermos and sat down at the head of the table.

His gaze, behind his glasses, swept over the group of burly men who once wielded machetes on the streets but now trembled before their textbooks.

"Everyone is here."

Su Ye put down the thermos, his voice calm.

"What I said at yesterday's annual meeting was no joke. There are still eight months until Sihai Group submits its IPO application to the US next year."

He tapped the solid wood tabletop with his knuckles, producing a crisp tapping sound.

"The group's finances must be absolutely transparent and compliant."

Su Ye pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses.

"If you executives can't even understand financial statements, and you don't even realize someone has rigged the books and emptied the company, what kind of management are you? Go back to killing people and seizing territory."

Lei Hu swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

With trembling hands, he opened the thick, weapon-like book, "Auditing," in front of him.

After reading two lines of dense text, I felt a wave of dizziness and my stomach churned.

"Brother Su..."

Lei Hu's voice was trembling with sobs, his rough voice cracking.

"I recognize all the words on this piece of paper individually. But when they're put together, I don't recognize them at all."

He pointed to a passage in the book, "What's a 'substantive analysis procedure'? What's a 'control test'? All I know is how to test whether someone can take a beating!"

Fatty Liu was even more desperate, and he lay on the table retching repeatedly.

"Mr. Su... I dropped out of school in the third grade, and I can only do math by counting on my fingers. Making me take the CPA exam is like killing me!"

He raised his head, his face contorted with grotesque features, and cried with snot and tears streaming down his face.

"How about you take back my shares? I don't want them anymore. Can I go deliver packages instead?"

"no."

Su Ye's tone turned cold, and his eyes sharpened.

"The world doesn't tolerate useless people. If you want a share of the company, you have to be worthy of its value."

He turned to look at Chen Suan, who was sitting in the corner.

"Director Chen, starting today, you will be in charge of tutoring these students before their exams."

Chen Suan was secretly pleased with the Porsche car keys in his pocket when he heard this, and his smile instantly froze.

My black-rimmed glasses almost slipped down.

"Mr. Su... me? Tutoring them for the CPA exam?"

Chen Suan pointed to himself, his voice trembling.

Teaching these semi-literate people to take the most difficult exam in the country? That's as difficult as teaching pigs to climb trees!

"Two hours of intensive classes every night from 8 pm to 10 pm."

Su Ye didn't give him a chance to refuse.

"If Lei Hu and the others fail even one of their exams, your entire year-end bonus will be deducted."

Chen Suan's vision went black, and the Porsche keys fell onto the table with a thud.

It’s over.

This is not only going to kill these gangsters, but also to kill him, the undercover agent!

Su Ye stood up and picked up the thermos.

Looking down at the executives who were wailing in despair.

A devilish smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

"Those who fail the exam will have their bonuses deducted, their salaries reduced, and be forced to clean toilets."

He paused.

"Every morning, I also have to read the Criminal Law aloud one hundred times in front of all the employees outside the company's main gate."

This sentence is like a death warrant.

The entire conference room fell into complete silence.

In the eyes of all the men, despair gradually gave way to a frenzied madness that seemed ready to die for their cause.

For the sake of dividends from the shares!

To avoid cleaning toilets!

More importantly, I read the Criminal Law so as not to embarrass myself in front of my younger brother!

Fight!