Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

The air in the conference room was like solidified glue, sticky and filling everyone's nasal cavity.

Lei Hu stared at the thick stack of "Principles of Accounting" in front of him, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.

It landed on the brand-new paper, leaving a water stain.

His stubby fingers twitched as he tried to open the book, but then recoiled as if he'd been electrocuted.

That expression showed even more terror than when he faced a dozen cleavers back then.

"Brother Su..."

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

"Is it a real test?"

His voice was shrill and filled with pleading, "I... I can apply to go and fight the Black Dragon Gang in the next city? I heard they've been causing trouble lately, I want to lead my brothers to wipe them out! As long as I don't have to take this stupid exam, I'll do anything!"

Su Ye leaned back in the leather chair.

He picked up his thermos and slowly blew on the goji berries floating on top.

The eyes behind the glasses were flat, without a trace of emotion.

"The Black Dragon Gang was busted by the police last month."

He took a sip of warm water, his Adam's apple bobbing. "This is a society governed by law now. The old tricks of fighting to the death are outdated. The capital market looks at financial statements, not your scars."

Su Ye placed the cup on the table with a muffled thud.

He tapped his knuckles on the solid wood tabletop, the tapping sound like a death knell.

"I said it. You must pass two CPA exams within six months. This is a no-brainer."

His gaze swept over the pale-faced executives present, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"If the group can ring the bell on Nasdaq next year, the dividends on your shares will increase at least tenfold."

"Is it better to use tens of millions of legitimate dividends to go to a club with young models, or to go to the logistics department and fight Zhang Tiezhu for toilet brushes?"

"You can choose for yourselves."

These words were like a bombshell, exploding in the deathly silent conference room.

Money!

That's tens of millions of real money!

Moreover, it's money earned legally, so you don't have to worry about the police checking it cleanly!

These roughnecks who have spent half their lives on the streets, who could resist such temptation?

"Let's give it our all!"

Fatty Liu slapped his thigh hard, making his fat body tremble violently.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, like a gambler who had lost everything.

"It's just a few books! Back in the day, I could carry two watermelon knives and hack my way from the south of the city to the north. I can devour these books now!"

He grabbed the book "Fundamentals of Auditing" and, with trembling hands, turned to the first page.

After glancing at the dense text on it, his face turned deathly pale, and he almost fainted again.

"The words on this...they look like ants crawling on the ground..." Fatty Liu muttered, his voice trembling with tears.

The crows nearby weren't much better off.

He loosened his tie, and the veins on his neck bulged.

"Brother Suan!"

The crow turned its head to look at Chen Suan in the corner, its eyes revealing a murderous intent.

"From today onwards, you are our second parents! I'll memorize whatever you tell me to! If I fail the exam, I'll chop myself up first!"

Chen Suan huddled in the chair, his black-rimmed glasses almost falling off.

He clutched his aching stomach, feeling the cold sweat on his back soaking through his shirt.

Is this supposed to be a tutoring center? This is clearly a life-or-death contract!

He was a highly educated undercover agent sent by a provincial department.

Not only do they have to help gangsters audit accounts and evade taxes, but now they also have to train a bunch of semi-literate people to become certified public accountants?

What terrible things did he do in his past life?!

"Mr. Su..."

Chen Suan stood up shakily, his legs spinning.

"I can't teach them all by myself. The CPA curriculum is too complex. They don't even know double-entry bookkeeping. I have to start from scratch."

He swallowed hard, trying to grasp at any glimmer of hope.

"How about we enroll them in an outside tutoring program?"

Su Ye pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses.

The lenses reflected the cold light from the crystal chandelier overhead.

"Can."

He said calmly, "But the internal tutoring sessions tonight can't stop. Keep a close eye on the progress. If Lei Hu fails even one subject, your year-end bonus will be zero."

Chen Suan gasped and slumped back into his chair.

That's it, we're completely tied up now.

……

7 PM the next day.

The most famous adult accounting training evening school in Longhai City is "Qihang".

Fine snowflakes drifted outside the teaching building, and a cold wind whistled through the air.

Professor Li, who teaches "Tax Law," is a withered old man who is almost sixty years old.

He walked into the lecture hall, shivering, carrying a tattered leather bag.

On a cold day like this, it's considered good if half the night school students show up. He just reads a few lines from the textbook and that's it.

But today.

As soon as he pushed open the door, Professor Li felt a wave of heat mixed with a strong smell of male hormones hit him.

The lecture hall, which can accommodate one hundred people, was packed to capacity.

The first three rows.

The group consisted entirely of burly men with buzz cuts.

Although these men were wearing suits, they couldn't hide their fierce, thuggish air.

The tie was pulled crookedly.

He had a large bald head, and a faint blue tattoo was visible on his neck.

Professor Li's legs went weak, and he almost couldn't stand up.

He leaned against the door frame, swallowed hard, and blinked frantically with his presbyopia.

This... this is the wrong place, isn't it? This is an accounting tutoring class, not a meeting of a triad gang!

"Hello, teacher..."

The bald, burly man in the front row suddenly stood up and shouted in a gruff voice.

This man was none other than Lei Hu.

He held a well-worn copy of the Tax Law in his hand, and forced an extremely kind smile onto his face.

The scar writhed, looking more terrifying than crying.

"Teacher, please start teaching quickly! We can't wait!"

The dozens of burly men in black suits below all opened their books in unison.

With a "whoosh".

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, and their eyes revealed a fanatical determination to die for their cause.

Professor Li wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and walked shakily to the podium.

He opened the lesson plan, his hands trembling so much that he could barely read the words.

"So...so today we'll talk about...the calculation of value-added tax..."

His voice was weak and faint, like a mosquito's hum.

He'd only been speaking for two minutes.

Lei Hu slammed his hand on the table, causing the chairs and tables in the front row to creak.

"Bang!"

Professor Li was so frightened that he dropped the chalk on the ground, and his heart nearly jumped out of his throat.

"Um, student...do you have a question?" he stammered.

Lei Hu straightened up, his brows furrowed, and pointed to a line of words in the book.

"Teacher! I don't understand what 'input tax credit reversal' means!"

He strode to the front of the podium and slammed his large, fan-like hand on the lectern.

He was panting heavily with anxiety.

"You have to explain this to me clearly today! If this tax is calculated wrong, my brother Su will wear out my bones! If you can't explain it clearly, my brothers and I aren't leaving tonight!"

The crows below started cawing.

"Yes! It has to be explained clearly! I haven't had a drink for three days to memorize this damn stuff! If I don't understand it today, I won't die in peace!"

Professor Li looked at the hideous scarred face in front of him, and at the dozens of bloodshot eyes below the stage.

He suddenly realized.

Having taught for half my life, I have never felt such an intimidating thirst for knowledge from my students as I do today.

This isn't a class.

This is absolutely deadly!

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you right now!"

Professor Li wiped his sweat, backed away repeatedly, and grabbed a new handful of chalk.

He really showed off his best skills today.

Explaining complex concepts in simple terms, breaking them down into simple details, and using gestures and illustrations.

He talked for three whole hours without even daring to drink water, and managed to explain the value-added tax as simply as elementary school arithmetic.

When the bell rings to signal the end of get out of class.

Professor Li slumped in his chair, his back completely soaked with sweat.

Lei Hu closed the book with satisfaction, stepped forward, took out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes from his pocket, and stuffed it into Professor Li's hand.

"Teacher, you explained it well! We'll come again tomorrow! Please prepare more questions; we're not afraid of hard work!"

……

This frenzied research and verification trend spread like a plague within the Sihai Group.

day.

Lei Hu led the security department to the streets to distribute flyers for Sihai Short Video.

night.

A group of people huddled in the conference room, staying up all night with Chen Suan to practice problems.

Er Lengzi ate some dry instant noodles while drawing crosses on his test paper with a red pen.

"Brother Tiger, I think this double-entry bookkeeping method is similar to how we used to collect protection money."

He chuckled sheepishly, "Money that comes in is recorded as a debit, and money that goes out is recorded as a credit. It goes in with one hand and out with the other, and in the end, the accounts balance out."

Lei Hu slapped Er Lengzi on the back of the head.

"Nonsense! It's called 'for every loan, there must be a corresponding credit, and the total amount of loans must equal the total amount of borrowed money!'"

He glared with bloodshot eyes, "Brother Su said this is called financial compliance! If you don't understand, don't spout nonsense, go memorize your laws!"

Time passed day by day.

The executives of Sihai Group were forced to become accounting fanatics.

That afternoon.

Su Ye sat in his office, flipping through the reports from various departments.

The water in the thermos was replaced with strong tea to refresh the mind.

A knock came at the door.

Shen Qinghan pushed the door open and came in.

She was wearing a beige trench coat today and holding a document with an official red header.

She looked at Su Ye with a complicated expression.

"President Su."

She walked to the desk and handed over the documents.

"It's a notice from the Municipal Bureau. Tomorrow afternoon, we'll organize legal education lectures for large enterprises in the city."

She paused, her tone tinged with a hint of probing.

"The speaker is... Principal Chen Jianjing of the Provincial Police Academy."

Su Ye paused for a moment while flipping through the documents.

Behind the gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes flickered slightly.

Chen Jianjing.

The original owner's father's closest friend.

Back then, the original owner's father went into the underworld, and Chen Jianjing tried to persuade him to stay, but to no avail, and the two parted ways.

Later, when the old man became the principal of the police academy, he was always heartbroken, feeling that Su Ye, this promising talent, had been ruined.

Su Ye closed the file, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"Is Principal Chen here to give a legal education presentation?"

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

"Great. That's a good thing."

He looked up at Shen Qinghan.

"Notify Lei Hu and the others. Tomorrow afternoon, all senior executives at the level of hall master and above must attend in formal attire."

Su Ye pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting a cold white light.

"And by the way, bring along all the CPA mock exams they've done recently."

"Let the former principal see the learning atmosphere at our Sihai Group."