Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

The temperature in Longhai City dropped below zero at night.

A cold wind, carrying fine snowflakes, pattered against the glass windows on the third floor of the "Qihang Night School".

Professor Zhang huddled behind the podium.

Inside his faded gray jacket, his shirt was soaked with sweat and clung coldly to his back.

Having taught for half my life, I've mentored countless young people in society who just wanted to get a diploma.

He had never thought that going to class was such a terrible thing.

offstage.

Lei Hu sat in the middle of the first row.

The bald man's face reflected the light from the overhead lamp, and the scar on his face twisted into a caterpillar shape as he frowned.

He was holding a Zhonghua brand red and blue pencil in his hand, which had been chewed and was full of holes.

The tax law textbook laid out in front of me was worn and frayed, covered with countless red circles.

"Teacher."

Lei Hu raised his large, fan-shaped hand and tapped his short, stubby fingers in the air.

He tried his best to lower his hoarse voice, but it still buzzed in the quiet classroom.

"I can't figure out this problem."

Professor Zhang's heart skipped a beat, his legs went weak, and he quickly grabbed the edge of the lectern for support.

"Hey... Lei, which question don't you understand? Let's discuss it slowly."

He swallowed hard, his old eyes blinking frantically, trying to find a trace of respect for his teacher on Lei Hu's fierce face.

Lei Hu stood up.

Its massive body, like a black tower, completely blocked the lights overhead.

"This is it! Accelerated depreciation of fixed assets!"

He slammed his hand on the wooden desk in front of him.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the old desk groaned in pain, and a tiny crack appeared on the surface.

The dozens of burly men in black suits in the class all raised their heads at once, their eyes sweeping towards the podium like searchlights.

Professor Zhang was so frightened he almost crawled under the lectern.

The chalk slipped from my hand and broke into two pieces.

"What kind of bullshit 'sum of the years' method is this?!"

Lei Hu was so anxious that he kept grabbing his bald head, his eyes bloodshot, like a gambler who had lost everything.

"The first year sees higher depreciation, while subsequent years see lower depreciation. This means the company has lower profits and pays less tax in the early years. I understand!"

He pointed to a series of formulas in the book, his voice cracking.

"But why switch to the straight-line method for amortization in the last two years? This roundabout way is just a hassle!"

Lei Hu leaned forward, lowered his voice, and spoke with a desperate and ruthless tone.

"Teacher! You must explain this to me clearly today!"

He patted his chest, "If this depreciation expense is calculated wrong, the report won't balance. Brother Su could wear me out to a crisp! I don't want to be sweeping the streets!"

The crows below started cawing.

He ripped off his tight tie, revealing a menacing tattoo on the upper half of his neck.

"Yeah, teacher! This question is so insidious! I'd rather collect 300 yuan in protection money on the street than calculate the residual value of this 300 yuan!"

The crow kicked the chair leg, making a creaking sound.

"If you can't explain it to us, we brothers aren't leaving today!"

Professor Zhang broke out in a cold sweat, feeling his blood pressure soaring to the top of his head.

This isn't a class; it's like they've been kidnapped and are writing a ransom note!

The way these people looked at each other was like wolves that hadn't eaten for three days eyeing a piece of fat meat. Their thirst for knowledge was terrifying and sent chills down your spine.

"I'll speak! Everyone, please calm down!"

Professor Zhang quickly picked up the broken piece of chalk from the ground, turned around, and began drawing rapidly on the blackboard.

My hands were shaking so much that I drew wavy lines instead of straight lines.

"Look, everyone. The sum-of-the-years'-digits method... it's an accelerated depreciation method. The last two years switch to the straight-line method to ensure that the book value of the fixed asset equals the estimated net residual value at the end of the depreciation period..."

As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Lei Hu out of the corner of his eye.

Lei Hu stared with his bull-like eyes, muttering to himself, and furiously scribbled on the book with the pencil in his hand.

"Book value...net salvage value...Got it! It means we have to get everything sorted out in the last two years!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Lei understands it very thoroughly!"

Professor Zhang nodded repeatedly, as if grasping at a lifeline.

He picked up the blackboard eraser, wiped the blackboard haphazardly, and began explaining the next problem.

This has been going on for more than half a month.

He was forced to unleash his teaching potential by these gangsters.

Before, I could just coast through class and get by, but now?

I prepare lessons until 2 a.m. every night, afraid that I might not explain a certain point of knowledge clearly enough, so that I would be surrounded by these people on the stage to "ask for advice" the next day.

They didn't even dare to cough loudly, for fear of interrupting their train of thought as they took notes.

……

10 PM.

The school bell finally rang, like a bugle call for a general amnesty.

Professor Zhang slumped in his chair, his back soaked with sweat, the clothes clinging coldly to his skin.

Lei Hu closed the tattered copy of "Tax Law".

He walked up to the podium, took out two packs of beautifully packaged Zhonghua cigarettes and a box of American ginseng from his pocket.

It was forcibly stuffed into Professor Zhang's tattered leather bag.

"Thank you for your hard work, teacher! Your lesson was very insightful!"

Lei Hu grinned, his scars bunching up on his face.

"We brothers are a bit naive; we only knew how to spend money, not how to manage it. Please bear with us."

He leaned closer and softened his voice.

"Prepare more practical questions for tomorrow night. Especially the 'consolidated financial statements' question; Chen said it's a must-know. We're not afraid of doing questions, we're just worried about not getting our dividends next year."

After saying that, Lei Hu turned around.

"Stand up! Bow to the teacher!"

Goodbye, teacher!

Dozens of burly men in black suits stood up in unison, their movements perfectly synchronized.

They bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle, their shouts shaking the heavens.

Professor Zhang watched as the group of people walked out of the classroom in a grand procession.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked at the two packs of cigarettes in his bag.

Suddenly I realized that these gangsters, although they look scary, are much more respectful of teachers and elders than those college students who only know how to play on their phones.

……

The top-floor conference room of Sihai Building.

The heating is on very high.

The clock on the wall pointed to 11:30 p.m.

With dark circles under his eyes, Chen Suan leaned against the whiteboard, looking utterly hopeless.

Holding a pointer, he pointed to the densely packed accounting entries on the page.

Down below, Lei Hu and his gang leaders, who had just returned from night school, were working late into the night.

"Debit: Fixed Assets Disposal. Credit: Fixed Assets..."

Fatty Liu muttered to himself as he did calculations on the draft paper.

He was sweating profusely from calculating when he suddenly slammed his hand on the table.

"Holy crap! I broke even! My balance sheet is flat!"

The fat man was so excited that his whole body trembled, and he grabbed the simpleton next to him.

"Hey, you idiot! I've figured it out! I don't have to sweep the streets anymore!"

Er Lengzi pushed him away in disgust.

"Hey Fatty, move aside. I'm still stuck on this audit question. I chose C for the internal control test, and Chen Suan said I was helping someone launder money."

Su Ye pushed open the conference room door.

A cold draft crept in through the crack in the door.

He was wearing a black turtleneck sweater, carrying a thermos, and walked in slowly and deliberately.

Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze swept over the group of men working late into the night.

"It seems like progress is going well."

Su Ye took a sip of warm water, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Tomorrow at 3 PM. Everyone, put down your work and change into formal attire."

He walked to the head of the table and sat down, his voice calm.

"Principal Chen Jian from the Provincial Police Academy is here to give us a legal education class."

Upon hearing this, Lei Hu quickly looked up from the pile of books.

"Brother Su! What's Principal Chen talking about? Is it on the exam? Is it also a key point for the CPA exam?"

I won't take the CPA exam.

Su Ye pushed up his glasses, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

"Test your brains."

"Principal Chen is here to teach you the rules. Whether the Sihai Group can sail in the sunlight from now on depends on this lesson."

in the corner.

Shen Qinghan held a schedule and quietly looked at Su Ye.

She bit her lower lip.

This man, even after driving the underworld into a certification fanatic, still wasn't satisfied.

Now they've actually brazenly invited the principal of the provincial police academy to give a lecture.

Is he walking a tightrope, or does he really want to clear his name?

She quietly took out her encrypted phone from her pocket and blindly typed a text message.

[Director. Principal Chen is coming to give a legal education talk tomorrow. They...they're still pulling all-nighters to cram for CPA exams. These people are insane.]