Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

First floor of Sihai Building. Corner of fire escape.

The musty, sour smell of the mop wafted straight into people's nostrils.

Chen Suan slapped away Zhou Ming's hand, which was tightly gripping his collar.

"Stop shaking. If you keep shaking, I'll throw up all the acid in my stomach onto your lousy suit."

He hunched over and let out a long burp that smelled of sour coffee.

The transparent tape around the broken temple on the right side of the black-rimmed glasses is almost coming off.

The back of my suit jacket was already soaked with cold sweat, sticking to my skin and feeling extremely cold.

Zhou Ming sniffled, his nose running.

He twisted the yellowed, tattered rag in his hand until it was deformed.

"Old Chen! This foreign woman is helping the underworld with cross-border business! Do you think you can even investigate this properly?!"

He was so anxious that he stomped his feet, his leather shoes scraping loudly on the cement floor.

"Investigate my ass."

Chen Suan pressed his convulsing stomach, his eyes twitching.

"She even knows to ask me to reimburse her medical bills. These people are practically living a life of legality."

"Beep—Sizzle!"

Suddenly, the walkie-talkie in Chen Suan's pocket emitted a static sound.

Lei Hu's rough, hoarse voice rang out.

"Director Chen! Come to the CEO's office immediately! What top-secret information is that foreign executive from overseas about to reveal?"

Chen Suan's mind suddenly went blank.

My stomach pain suddenly stopped.

Top secret trump card? Something Wall Street keeps hidden?

He swallowed hard, pushed open the fire door, and ran towards the elevator.

……

Top floor. President's office.

The air conditioner was blowing warm air.

The humidifier sprays out fine mist of water.

Su Ye sat in a large rosewood executive chair.

The deep blue bespoke suit was completely wrinkle-free.

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

Slowly unscrew the lid with your right hand. "Click."

Anna stood in front of the large desk.

He changed into a brand new navy blue business suit. The cut was extremely fitted.

Her long, golden hair was styled in a bun at the back of her head, without a single stray hair.

But those bright blue eyes were filled with unnatural red blood vessels.

Rapid breathing. Chest heaving violently.

When Chen Suan pushed open the door and squeezed in.

Just then, I saw Anna push a stack of papers covered with densely printed English letters onto the table with both hands.

"Mr. Su, this is my pledge of allegiance."

Anna's voice was strained.

With an barely suppressed excitement, her high heels shifted uneasily on the wooden floor.

Chen Suan slowed his pace.

Its ears stand up like antennas.

A pledge of allegiance? Is it an overseas smuggling route? Or a drug trafficking dark web?

Anna pointed to the top report. Her fingers trembled uncontrollably.

"This is a list of Steven's 72 tax-avoidance accounts in the Cayman Islands and the Virgin Islands."

She swallowed hard, raising her voice by half a tone.

"These are all funds from Wall Street's most shady dark web clients. In total, it exceeds eight hundred million US dollars."

Chen Suan's eyes lit up immediately.

Even the dark circles under her eyes couldn't hide the light in her eyes.

Good guy!

This is irrefutable evidence of international money laundering!

All Su Ye needs to do is nod and take over this dirty money.

He can immediately pass the evidence to Director Li and directly apply for an Interpol Interpol Red Notice!

He rubbed his sweaty hands and approached the table.

"Ahem... Chairman Su."

Chen suppressed his elation and tentatively stirred things up.

"The profits from these overseas illicit accounts are high. Shouldn't we quickly register a few shell companies to quietly launder the money into our accounts...?"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Anna turned her head sharply, her bright blue eyes staring at Chen Suan as if he were an idiot.

"A shell company? Secretly laundering money?"

Anna let out a cold snort.

"That kind of low-level, dirty criminal method is simply an insult to Mr. Su's legitimate art!"

Chen Suan was stunned.

His mouth, which had just opened, remained closed for a long time. What was that?

Anna ignored him and turned to look at Su Ye again.

His fanatical gaze was fixed on Su Ye's expressionless face.

She bit her lower lip, and tasted a faint metallic taste of blood on her tongue.

"I spent the whole morning reviewing your country's foreign investment and tax laws."

Anna braced her hands on the edge of the table, leaning forward.

"I have already planned to use a legal cross-border consulting service fee route for all the funds in these 72 dark web accounts."

She grabbed a thick document from the side.

"No shell companies. No tax havens."

Anna's voice was hoarse with excitement.

"As long as we declare to the customs in accordance with the law and pay the full amount of 20% incidental income tax and related business tax to the Longhai Municipal Taxation Bureau."

She jabbed the bright red ink on the document with force.

The president's office was deathly silent.

The smile on Chen Suan's face gradually froze.

"Click."

He felt like a nerve in his brain had snapped.

Pay taxes?

They have access to money laundering lists from the international dark web.

Go to the tax bureau and voluntarily pay a hefty 20% tax?!

They managed to launder dirty money by paying taxes according to the law?!

Is this some kind of trick that carbon-based life forms could come up with?

"Wall Street's underhanded tax avoidance tricks pale in comparison to your brilliant, open strategy..."

Anna gasped for breath, her eyes filled with fervent adoration.

"He looks like a beggar scavenging for trash in a stinking ditch!"

She suddenly took half a step back.

He bowed deeply to Su Ye at a ninety-degree angle.

Her blonde hair fell over her shoulders.

"I am completely convinced."

Anna's voice trembled slightly, tinged with a sob.

"Please take me in. I will dedicate my life to this noble and legitimate cause."

"This is the true emperor of capital!"

Su Ye leaned back in his chair.

He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses. The lenses reflected the sunlight streaming in from the window.

He bent down and blew away the steam in the cup.

Two plump goji berries were spinning on the surface of the water.

He took a small sip.

Swallow it. Adam's apple bobbed.

"Director Anna, paying taxes in accordance with the law is a basic quality of every employee at Sihai Group."

Su Ye put down the thermos.

His tone was flat, without even a punctuation mark.

"Go to the Industry and Commerce Bureau this afternoon and complete the filing procedures. Don't let the tax bureau urge you to pay."

"Understood! I'll go right away!"

Anna sat up abruptly, like a fanatical believer who had received a holy decree.

She rushed out of the office in her high heels, clicking away.

The door was open. A cold wind blew in.

Chen Suan's legs went weak.

With a "slide," he slid directly onto the thick wool carpet.

He clutched his stomach tightly with both hands.

The acid in his stomach rose directly to his throat, causing him to cough violently.

It's out of play.

All the transnational smuggled money voluntarily paid taxes.

After three years undercover, he watched helplessly as these gangsters turned legality and compliance into a religion.

"Director Chen."

Su Ye's voice drifted over from behind the desk.

It has no warmth whatsoever.

Chen Suan raised his head, trembling.

The glasses fell completely off, right down to the tip of the nose.

"Chairman Su."

Su Ye picked up a document from the table and held it up in mid-air.

"The city attaches great importance to this foreign exchange inflow. Wang Hai, the deputy general manager of the publicity department, wrote a press release for corporate public relations."

Su Ye looked at him through her glasses.

"Go check the financial data. I heard this article has been selected by a central media outlet. Vice President Wang is going to the city this afternoon to receive the award."

Chen Suan sat blankly on the ground.

My stomach doesn't hurt anymore. My heart is completely dead.

Wang Hai? That undercover colleague sent by the city bureau's propaganda department?

He wrote a press release praising everyone to the skies, and it ended up making headlines on state media? And now he's even going to accept an award?

He looked at the documents in Su Ye's hand, and squeezed out a broken sound from his dry throat.

"What award did he receive?"

Su Ye tightened the lid of the thermos.

It made a crisp sound.

"A provincial-level outstanding youth. Director Li Jianguo will likely attend the award ceremony in person."