Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

The northwest wind rushed into the suite through the smashed French windows.

Roll up the A4 papers scattered on the carpet and let them fly around in the air.

The fermented smell of Cuban cigars in the room was instantly dispelled by the cold wind.

Steven was barefoot on one foot, while the other foot was wearing an alligator leather shoe.

He had half his body leaning out of the glass railing.

Bloodshot veins covered his blue eyes, and a beast-like roar came from his throat.

Chen Suan was being held tightly by Anna's suit sleeve.

He gasped, feeling the rusty saw in his stomach start to throb again.

"Holy crap! Let go!"

Chen let out a long, sour-smelling burp, and frantically tried to pry Anna's fingers open. "That bastard's really going to jump!"

"Bang!"

The double mahogany door of the suite was kicked open.

Zhang Tiezhu, dressed in a black security guard's winter uniform, rushed in, bringing with him a blast of cold air from the stairwell.

He didn't bring a riot shield.

Two rough, large hands were tightly gripping a red fire hose nozzle.

A long canvas hose trailed behind it.

"My goodness, are those foreigners out of their minds?"

Zhang Tiezhu stood in a standard SWAT team stance, his back ramrod straight.

He yelled at the top of his lungs, "Chairman Su has given the order! Forced humanitarian aid!"

The voice just fell.

He suddenly turned on the fire hydrant valve.

"Sizzle—Boom!"

A white, high-pressure water column, carrying terrifying pressure, shot out directly.

It hit Steven squarely in the chest.

Steven didn't even have time to utter a "fuck".

He was like a tattered sack, violently thrown back from the edge of the railing by the water pressure.

He fell onto the wool carpet with a "plop".

It rolled around twice, spat out a mouthful of dirty water with blood streaks, rolled its eyes, and lay still.

"Hey! Tiezhu, turn it off right now!"

Chen Suan clutched his cramping stomach, his face contorted in pain. "The carpet's soaked and we have to pay for it through the company account! Where am I supposed to find an invoice for you?!"

Anna ignored the shopkeeper lying on the ground like a dead dog.

She loosened Chen Suan's sleeve, and stumbled back to her computer desk in her high heels, which had twisted in one heel.

Three foreign actuaries from Wall Street were gathered around the table.

They're completely obsessed right now.

The screen was a ghastly green.

The colors used to indicate the rise and fall of the US stock market are the opposite of those in China; green represents a surge.

The established shipping stocks that Steven shorted are now soaring like rockets.

Short positions have already been completely liquidated.

"Damn it...this can't be."

The bald actuary pressed his face against the monitor, his nose almost poking the screen.

He frantically scratched his head with both hands.

A large clump of curly hair covered in dandruff was forcibly pulled out and fell into the gap between the keyboard keys.

Another actuary, wearing thick-rimmed glasses, tapped the Enter key with trembling fingers.

"No offshore accounts! No shell companies laundering money! It's all loose change transferred from local farmers' markets, neighborhood committees, and the bank cards of low-income workers!"

These are the financial elites who wield immense power on Wall Street.

Normally, bringing down a company relies on finding loopholes in its financial statements.

As long as there are violations of leverage, they can follow the clues and expose everything.

But now.

They are dealing with hundreds of thousands of individual investors who have completed real-name authentication and have complete documentation.

There are also the original invoice stubs from Sihai Group, which are a meter thick.

The bald actuary pointed at a bank transfer record, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

"This two thousand yuan deposit was recorded in the remarks as 'Speedy Logistics Cold Chain Loading and Unloading Team Two Collective Party Dues Surplus'?!"

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in his neck.

"What kind of financial model do you use to break through it?!"

The computer fan was making a buzzing sound like a broken tractor.

Anna stood in the green light reflected from the screen.

Her frameless glasses had slipped down to the bridge of her nose, completely robbing her of her usual capable look.

Cold sweat dripped down his chin.

She looked at those rigid, transparent, and heavily simplistic legal financial data.

What they originally looked down upon as "grocery shopping money" has come together to form an iron wall built with invoices and tax bills.

Steven poured three hundred million dollars into it, and didn't even make a dent.

"This isn't the underworld..."

Anna murmured to herself, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

She turned her head sharply and looked at Chen Suan, who was slumped on the sofa rubbing his stomach.

In his azure eyes, all contempt and fear vanished.

Instead, there was an almost fanatical devotion.

"You've used absolute legality and compliance to completely lock up the leverage of capital?"

Anna's chest heaved violently.

She suddenly felt that Wall Street's ethereal numbers game was nothing compared to the Sihai Group's system, which was like an unweaned baby playing in the mud.

"This is true dimensional reduction attack."

She bit her lower lip until it bled, and tasted a hint of blood on her tongue.

Chen Suan leaned back on the sofa and weakly pushed up his black-rimmed glasses.

"Hiccup—Stop giving me that weird nonsense."

He pointed to the waterlogged documents scattered on the ground.

"All I know is that I'll have to work overtime until late tonight to put out the invoices. I'll have to find someone else to issue the tax invoice for the cleaning lady's rags."

Anna didn't respond.

She bent down and unplugged a black USB drive from the computer tower.

Clutching it in my hand, my fingernails dug until my palms turned white.

That contained all of Steven's overseas affiliated companies' inventory data and top-secret client lists.

She walked straight up to Chen Suan, wearing uneven high heels.

"Take me to see Su. Su Ye."

Anna's voice was hoarse, carrying a desperate resolve: "I want to see him. Now."

Chen Suan was stunned for a moment.

Looking at the USB drive in Anna's hand, he instinctively sensed a dangerous undercurrent.

His keen intuition, honed by his status as an elite economic crime investigator, told him that this foreign woman was about to betray him.

"What's the point of meeting in the middle of the night?"

Chen Suan stood up, clutching his stomach; his calves were still cramping.

"Our Chairman Su has a very regular schedule. He's already drunk his goji berry water and gone to bed by now."

"What I have is worth a billion US dollars."

Anna stared intently at him. "If he doesn't see me, Steven will transfer these funds to the Cayman Islands tomorrow. You won't get a single penny of the spoils."

Chen Suan gasped.

One billion. US dollars.

If all of this becomes legitimate overseas revenue for the Sihai Group...

Director Li Jianguo's broken enamel teacup could probably be crushed into a disc on the spot.

"Okay...okay."

Chen Suan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "Tiezhu! Tie that foreign devil on the ground up! And call 120 while you're at it. Don't let him die on our legitimate company's turf!"

Zhang Tiezhu responded and took out a few industrial cable ties from his pocket and put them on Steven's wrist.

Their movements were so practiced it was heartbreaking.

……

Twenty minutes later.

Sihai Building. Top floor, CEO's office.

The heating in the room was on very high.

The humidifier sprays out a fine mist of water.

Su Ye sat in a large rosewood executive chair.

He held the chipped silver stainless steel thermos in his left hand.

His right index finger tapped rhythmically on the table.

The door wasn't closed.

A series of hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor.

The sound of high heels was uneven, sounding somewhat disheveled.

Chen Suan walked in, his back hunched.

Before he could even give his report, Anna had already squeezed in from behind him.

This powerful woman on Wall Street.

At this moment, her clothes were stained with water, and her hair was a little disheveled.

She stood in front of Su Ye's desk, not daring to get too close.

Su Ye unscrewed the lid of the thermos.

Blow away the steam from the water's surface, and two plump goji berries, saturated with water, float on the surface.

He lowered his head and took a sip of warm water.

"Miss Anna. Visiting a private company like ours in the middle of the night."

Su Ye pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his tone calm and even, without a trace of emotion.

"Is there any forgotten invoice that you need Director Chen to help you find?"

Anna took a deep breath.

There was a faint, sweet scent of goji berries in the air.

She placed the black USB drive on the rosewood table with both hands.

Then, in front of Chen Suan.

She took a half step back, bent slightly, and lowered her proud blonde head.

"Mr. Su, Wall Street's capital model is no match for your physical defenses."

Anna's voice trembled uncontrollably.

It wasn't fear, it was extreme excitement.

"Steven is out."

She straightened up and stared intently at Su Ye's expressionless face.

"I want to change bosses. I want to work under you to learn how to manage real capital using absolutely legal means."

Chen Suan, who was standing to the side, felt his head explode with a "buzz".

The acid in my stomach rushed straight up to my throat.

He looked at Anna in horror, then at the USB drive on the table.

It’s over.

Gangster corporations not only withstood Wall Street sanctions.

Now even their overseas-educated executives have switched sides on the spot.

How can he go undercover to investigate the shady dealings?

This Sihai Group is about to expand into a legitimate multinational conglomerate!