Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

3 PM. Top floor of Sihai Building.

A few rays of dry sunlight pierced through the blinds.

The air was filled with the smell of ink from freshly printed paper, mixed with a faint sweet fragrance of goji berries.

Shen Qinghan stood to the side of the large rosewood executive desk.

The flat canvas shoes made no sound as they stepped on the thick wool carpet.

But her toes were tightly curled up, digging into the soles of her shoes.

He bit his lower lip hard with his right canine tooth.

A metallic, rusty taste spread across her tongue. Her Adam's apple bobbed, and she forced the blood back down.

On the table lay a bilingual (Chinese and English) employment contract, freshly stamped with the official red seal.

Su Ye sank into the executive chair.

The deep blue bespoke suit was completely wrinkle-free.

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

He bent his right index finger and gently tapped the edge of the contract. His fingernail touched the table, making a soft "tap-tap" sound.

"Miss Anna. The legal department and the finance department have both reviewed it."

Su Ye pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses.

The sound was as flat as stagnant water, without even a punctuation mark.

"Base salary of one million US dollars, plus 5% of legal stock options for the overseas expansion department. This meets the standards for the introduction of foreign senior executives under my country's Labor Law."

Anna stood directly in front of the table.

She changed into a brand new pair of black pointed-toe high heels. The heels were firmly nailed to the floor.

She stared intently at the contract, her bright blue eyes bloodshot with excitement.

It's not that I think the money is too little. It's that I'm excited.

With trembling hands, she pulled a Montblanc pen from the inside pocket of her navy blue business suit.

When I was removing the pen cap, my hand slipped, and the cap fell off the table and rolled a long way.

She didn't pick it up.

The pen trembled as it tore through the paper, and he quickly signed his name in cursive English.

"Mr. Su... no, boss!"

Anna held the contract in both hands, bending over at a ninety-degree angle.

Her long, golden hair fell down, brushing against the paper and making a soft rustling sound.

"This morning I was at the Industry and Commerce Bureau and declared all the dark web funds through the proper channels. The tax officials even poured me a cup of hot jasmine tea because they saw that I had paid all the taxes I owed.

Anna looked up, her eyes burning with the fervor of a pilgrim returning from a pilgrimage.

"I'm willing to be your trader! I just ask that you take me in!"

She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving violently.

"Leave your North American and Southeast Asian accounts to me. I can launder your funds—no, I'll do it cleaner than a church cross—by using local customs regulations with my eyes closed!"

Su Ye unscrewed the lid of the thermos.

I blew away the rising steam. Two plump goji berries swirled in the warm water.

"Let me correct that."

He lowered his head, took a sip of water, and swallowed it.

"We do not deal in illicit funds. Sihai Group only engages in legitimate international trade. Paying taxes according to the law is our bottom line."

"Understood! Absolutely legal and compliant!"

Anna clutched the contract tightly to her chest, as if it were a get-out-of-jail-free card.

The way she looks at Su Ye now is with more awe than she looks at those financial and nuclear weapons tycoons on Wall Street.

Shen Qinghan stood half a meter away.

A layer of dense, white sweat broke out on his spine.

A large patch of the back of his white shirt was soaked, clinging to his skin and feeling cool.

She looked at this powerful woman who was a force to be reckoned with in the international financial world.

At this moment, she was like a fervent fangirl, pledging her loyalty to Su Ye.

She was nearly crushing the black plastic folder containing the documents in her hand.

The plastic casing made a cracking sound as it struggled to bear the weight. The joints were bluish-white.

She felt dizzy and her stomach churned with acid.

I studied undercover surveillance techniques for four years at the police academy.

The city's criminal investigation team had been monitoring a criminal gang in Nancheng for three years.

Now, this gang is expanding its territory overseas.

We employ top-tier Wall Street returnees.

Follow the most legal customs declaration procedures.

Pay every penny of the business tax stipulated by the state.

What's the point of investigating this?!

Once Anna has built her multinational legal team, funds will be able to flow legally around the world.

Those veteran criminal investigators from the Economic Crime Investigation Detachment in Longhai City couldn't even get a glimpse of the foreign language ledger!

"Secretary Shen."

Su Ye put down the thermos. The metal base hit the glass table with a "click".

The noise startled Shen Qinghan so much that her shoulder jerked.

"Chairman Su... Chairman Su."

Shen Qinghan's voice was hoarse, with a slight tremor that he couldn't quite hide.

The canvas shoes took a half step back, the soles scraping against the carpet with a "sizzle" sound.

Su Ye turned his head away.

The lenses of his gold-rimmed glasses reflected the blinding white light from the window, obscuring the expression in his eyes.

"Go to the finance department and ask Director Chen to allocate a special fund."

He slowly took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the corner of his mouth.

"As Director Anna is new here, provide her with a bulletproof Maybach. Use the company's fixed asset purchase and depreciation records. Remember to get a proper invoice."

"Okay, okay."

Shen Qinghan nodded haphazardly. Her fingernails were already digging into her palms.

"Oh, right."

Su Ye called out to her.

He tapped a copy of the day's "Longhai Daily" on the table with his finger.

"There's an awards ceremony in the city this afternoon. Wang Hai, the deputy general manager of the publicity department, is going to receive an award."

Su Ye spoke slowly and deliberately, without any hint of praise.

"Please deliver a bouquet of flowers on my behalf. Vice President Wang's PR statement was very well written. It perfectly captured the spirit of our Sihai Group in upholding the law."

Shen Qinghan swallowed.

My vision went black for a moment.

Wang Hai? That undercover colleague sent by the propaganda department?

He wrote an article praising Sihai Group to the point of ruin, and ended up making the front page headline and going to accept an award?

"I've got it. I'll take care of it right away."

He walked out of the president's office with stiff steps.

The heavy solid wood door closed behind them, shutting out the heat from inside the room.

A draft blows through the corridor.

She shuddered violently. Her calves cramped up.

I just reached the corner of the elevator.

The fire door of the adjacent fire escape has a crack.

A hand, smelling of cold sweat, suddenly reached out and grabbed her trench coat sleeve.

They dragged her directly into the dark stairwell.

"Why--"

Just as Shen Qinghan was about to speak, her mouth was covered tightly.

The fire escape was completely dark.

The air was filled with the musty smell of mops.

Chen Suan, with dark circles under his eyes, covered her mouth.

The broken right temple of the black-rimmed glasses was wrapped with a strip of transparent tape that was about to come off.

"Don't call out. It's me."

Chen Suan released his grip and let out a sour, smelly burp.

"Hiccup—Officer Shen, did you hear that in there?"

Shen Qinghan was panting heavily.

Her back was pressed against the cold cement wall, which made her shiver.

Before she could even speak.

A sniffling sound came from the corner.

Cyber ​​police undercover officer Zhou Ming crouched behind a fire door.

He was wearing an oversized black suit, the sleeves rolled up. He was clutching a yellowed, dirty rag in his hand.

"What did you hear... I saw everything backstage!"

Zhou Ming covered his mouth with a rag, tears streaming down his face, wailing in a sobbing voice.

"Anna's onboarding process is complete! Her privileges have been directly granted to the overseas region!"

He was so anxious that he kept banging his head against the wall.

"Oh no! I've been fixing toilets in the logistics department every day, and I haven't found a single clue about illegal sewage discharge!"

Zhou Ming grabbed Chen Suan's trouser leg, snot bubbles popping out of his nose.

"Now they're going to do international business! I had to cheat on my English CET-4 exam three times already, how are we going to investigate these accounts now! Am I really going to have to work for the underworld for the rest of my life?!"

Chen pressed down hard on his spasming stomach.

The pain made his face contort in pain.

With trembling hands, he pulled a blind-type encrypted phone with a cracked screen from the inside pocket of his suit.

The faint, cold light from the phone screen illuminated the despairing faces of the three undercover agents.

"I don't have time to deal with foreign women."

Chen Suan swallowed hard, his eyes filled with a deathly gray.

He looked at Shen Qinghan's pale face.

"Old Li just sent the highest level of cipher."

Chen Suan's voice was ethereal, as if he were giving his last words.

"Tonight at midnight, on the rooftop of an abandoned, unfinished building in the southern part of the city. All undercover agents will meet there."

Shen Qinghan's heart skipped a beat.

"Chief... are we closing in?"

"What a load of crap."

Chen Suan closed his eyes in despair.

"Old Li said that Wang Hai's press release brought tears to the eyes of the city leaders. Mayor Chen even wants to provide Sihai with additional interest-free loans."

He gagged.

"The bureau chief's blood pressure soared past 220. He said he's going to personally pull out a gun and shoot us bunch of traitorous good-for-nothings on the rooftop tonight."