Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows and fell onto the carpet.

The heating was on full blast in Conference Room No. 1 on the top floor of the Sihai Building.

Chen Jianjing was wearing an old-fashioned police uniform that had been washed until it was faded, and he was holding an enamel mug with a red five-pointed star on it.

The old man stood outside the door, his back ramrod straight, his white eyebrows tightly furrowed.

"Principal Chen, please come in."

Shen Qinghan, wearing high heels, pushed open the heavy, solid wood double door.

She turned slightly to the side and made a gesture, her fingertips slightly cold from nervousness.

Chen Jianjing snorted coldly.

Thirty years ago, he advised Su Ye's dead father that the underworld was a path of no return.

Now that Su Ye has taken over, they're even spending a lot of money to hire him to give some kind of legal education course.

The old man gritted his teeth.

This is clearly a weasel paying respects to a chicken! He's going to see today what kind of monsters and demons are hiding in this den of dragons and tigers.

"Bang."

Chen Jianjing strode into the conference room, his leather shoes hitting the wooden floor.

He abruptly raised his head, bracing himself for a scene of smoky, foul-mouthed thugs.

result.

His eagle eyes, which had spent half his life glaring at students at the police academy, widened instantly.

In the spacious conference room.

There was no smell of cigars, and no whispering noises.

Dozens of burly men, looking like they had just been released from prison.

They were all dressed in tight black suits, with their red ties neatly tied.

They stood with their hands folded on the table like elementary school students, their backs straighter than the police academy honor guard.

In front of each person was a stack of review materials as thick as a brick.

The paper was covered with dense red and blue pens, and there were also medicated oil and Red Bull cans on the corner of the table.

The air was filled with a strange smell, a strong odor of medicated oil mixed with the acidic smell of sweat.

Chen Jianjing stood there, frozen in mid-air, his hand holding the teacup.

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing against his neck.

"What... what is this?"

"stand up!"

Lei Hu, sitting in the first row, suddenly let out a loud shout in his hoarse voice.

The roar made the crystal chandelier on the ceiling vibrate.

"Splash—"

Dozens of men stood up in unison.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, creating a gust of wind.

They pressed their hands tightly against the seams of their trousers and bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle.

"Hello, teacher!"

The roar was powerful and penetrating.

The shock made Chen Jianjing's ears go numb, and he could even feel the ground shaking.

Chen Jianjing was startled by the commotion and took a half step back, almost bumping into Shen Qinghan.

He taught his whole life.

I've never seen such fanatical respect for teachers and elders, even more so than a pyramid scheme!

Su Ye sat in the main seat.

He wore a dark blue cashmere coat today, without a tie.

Holding the silver thermos in his hand, he slowly blew on the goji berries floating on the water.

"Uncle Chen."

Su Ye stood up, a gentle smile on his lips.

He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, the lenses reflecting a cold, white light.

"These guys don't have a strong academic background. I'm thinking that just making them read books won't work."

He pointed to Lei Hu and his gang.

"We need senior figures like you to help them address the root causes of their thinking."

Chen Jianjing stared at Su Ye, his chest heaving violently.

He strode to the front of the podium and slammed his enamel mug heavily onto the table.

With a loud "clang".

"Su Ye!"

The old man pointed at Su Ye's nose, his fingertips trembling.

"Don't give me that empty talk! Your father was all talk and no action, but behind the scenes, he did all sorts of shady things, and every single one of them got him shot."

He glanced around at the group of muscular men in the audience.

"You've brought so many thugs here, sitting here putting on airs. Are you trying to tell me that your Sihai Group is now a charity?"

Su Ye wasn't angry.

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

"Uncle Chen, you can tell whether they're faking it or not just by looking at the books on their table."

He gestured with his chin, indicating that Chen Jianjing should look down.

Chen Jianjing lowered his head in suspicion.

He put on his reading glasses and leaned closer to Lei Hu's desk in the first row.

The book, with its worn edges, had the words "National Unified Examination Guidance Textbook for Certified Public Accountants: Auditing" printed on its cover.

Next to it was a mock exam paper covered with red crosses.

The handwriting on it was crooked and messy, like a dog crawling.

But next to each wrong question, the correction steps were written in dense red pen.

There were even ink stains that had been smeared by saliva.

Chen Jianjing's pupils suddenly contracted.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Fatty Liu next to him.

The fat man had the "Tax Law" laid out in front of him.

Looking at the crows behind, there's an "Economic Law" document on the table.

The old man was dumbfounded.

His mind went blank.

These are thugs who collect protection money on the streets and break people's arms and legs at the drop of a hat.

Now I'm being forced to take the CPA exam?!

The most difficult Certified Public Accountant (CPA) certificate to obtain in China?!

"This...this is really them taking the exam?"

Chen Jianjing turned to look at Su Ye, his voice trembling, and even his reading glasses were askew.

Lei Hu scratched his shiny bald head.

The scars on his face were bulging together from nervousness, making him look like a 300-pound child who had been wronged.

"Teacher Chen...we really are taking a test."

He sniffed and pointed to the "Inventory Observation" question on the test paper.

"Brother Su said that if you fail two exams within six months, you'll lose your share of the profits and have to clean toilets in the logistics department."

Lei Hu's eyes reddened.

"I'm not very bright, reading these words is like reading gibberish to me. I even dreamt about how the depreciation expense just wouldn't balance out last night."

Fatty Liu echoed, his fat body trembling.

"Exactly, teacher! I'd rather be shot than read this lousy book! It's more exhausting than chopping someone up!"

Chen Jianjing looked at this group of burly men, who were actually forced to cry and complain because of the certification exam.

He found it utterly absurd.

"Alright. Sit down."

Su Ye's voice turned cold, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

The audience fell silent instantly.

The men shrank back into their chairs like quails.

Su Ye walked to the front of the podium.

He poured a cup of hot water and handed it to Chen Jianjing with both hands.

"Uncle Chen."

His tone was sincere, and there was not a trace of evasion in his eyes.

"Times have changed. You can't go far by being brave and ruthless."

"Sihai Group is going to ring the bell on Nasdaq. I need these guys to not only know the law, but also how to survive in this game."

Su Ye pointed to the audience below the stage.

"Look at them. Though they're stupid, they now know that falsifying accounts is illegal and tax evasion will land them in jail."

He adjusted his glasses.

"Isn't this the best form of legal education?"

Chen Jianjing held the cup of hot water, his hands trembling violently.

Ripples spread across the water's surface.

He taught police academy students his entire life.

We emphasize discipline and bottom lines every day.

But he had never seen it before.

Money and workplace power can tame a gang of gangsters to this extent.

In order to avoid cleaning toilets, and for those tens of millions in legitimate dividends.

These thugs have driven themselves to become law exam fanatics.

"you……"

The old man's eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

He looked at Su Ye's face, which bore a resemblance to his old friend's.

This kid not only didn't follow his father's old path, but instead used an extremely domineering and absurd method to forcibly pull this filthy, dilapidated ship back onto the right track.

"Good, good lad."

Chen Jianjing took a deep breath and drank the hot water in one gulp.

He slammed the teacup heavily onto the lectern.

He turned around and picked up the chalk.

"Since you want to learn about compliance."

The old man stood ramrod straight, his eyes sharp as an eagle's.

"Then today I'll tell you what the red lines are for economic crimes!"

For the next two hours.

The only sounds in the meeting room were Chen Jianjing's loud voice and the scratching of pens on paper.

No one dozed off.

Not a single person was distracted.

Lei Hu's eyes, as big as copper bells, widened in surprise, and he didn't even bother to apply any medicated oil.

Shen Qinghan stood in the corner, holding a notebook.

She looked at the passionate old principal on the podium, and then at the underworld bosses below the podium writing furiously.

My mind went completely blank.

She quietly took out her encrypted phone from her pocket and dialed blindly.

[Director. Principal Chen was moved to tears as he spoke. Lei Hu and his classmates filled five pages with notes. I suspect... they might actually pass the CPA exam next year.]

After sending the text message, she let out a long sigh.

The tutoring session ended at 5 p.m.

Chen Jianjing wiped the sweat from his forehead and tidied up his lesson plan.

Lei Hu quickly led a few of his underlings over to help carry bags and serve teacups.

"Take care, teacher! Will you be coming again tomorrow? We'll prepare some tea for you!"

Su Ye escorted Chen Jianjing to the elevator.

The old man patted Su Ye on the shoulder with a heavy thud.

"Yezi, if your father could see you like this today, he would be able to close his eyes in peace down there."

Chen Jianjing's voice was choked with emotion.

Su Ye smiled faintly.

"Take care, Uncle Chen."

Watching the elevator doors close.

The smile on Su Ye's face vanished instantly.

He turned and strode toward his office.

A gust of cold wind blew up from the hem of the coat.

Push open the office door.

Chen Suan was standing in front of his desk, holding a thick financial report in his hand, his face ashen.

He didn't even bother to push his black-rimmed glasses up to the tip of his nose.

"Mr. Su..."

Chen Suan swallowed hard, his voice trembling like a leaf falling in the cold wind.

Something's happened.

He handed over the financial report, his fingers trembling.

"The accounts at that building materials market in the north of the city... can't be balanced. There's a funding gap of 30 million."

Su Ye took the financial report, his eyes instantly turning icy cold.

He turned to the first page and snorted coldly.

"The accounts can't be balanced?"

He picked up his thermos and slowly took a sip of water.

"It seems that among our group of law-abiding executives..."

"Someone wants to use the Sihai Group as an ATM."