The richest man started taking advantage of loopholes after joining Alibaba.

It's very windy.

It rustled.

The rooftop of the Weiguang Building has no railings.

Only the rough cement edges, like a cliff, sever the connection with the ground.

Lin Che stood at the edge.

The toes peek out half an inch.

One more step forward and you're hundreds of meters in the air.

But he did not back down.

Instead, he closed his eyes, opened his arms, and let the night wind fill his trench coat, making the hem billow like a sail.

This feeling of weightlessness.

It's addictive.

"call--"

He opened his eyes.

In that instant, the entire night view of Hangzhou was like an overturned jewel box, spread out at his feet.

Due south.

That's the direction of Binjiang.

A vast expanse of orange lights bathed the night sky in a warm hue.

That's Alibaba's campus.

Even in the dead of night, the place remains brightly lit.

Tens of thousands of brilliant minds are working overtime, writing code, burning their lives for a tiny bit of KPI and year-end bonus.

That was the place where he once fought.

It was also the past that he had just buried with his own hands.

And beneath your feet.

The Weiguang Building was pitch black.

Only the huge logo on the rooftop—a firefly glowing in the darkness—was flashing a cold blue light.

This light isn't warm.

It even carried a chilling aura.

But it is bright enough.

It was bright enough to pierce the dull night.

"Click."

A crisp metallic sound.

Lin Che now held a cigar cutter in his hand.

He pulled a Cuban Cohiba from his pocket.

This tobacco, rubbed from the thighs of Cuban virgins, possesses the world's richest aroma and represents the most primal taste of money.

Scissor bite.

The cap fell off.

Lin Che lit a long-stemmed match.

The tobacco was not lit directly.

Instead, let the flame gently heat the cigar from below.

The flames flickered.

It reflected on his face, which was almost too young.

25 is old.

In the business world, this is the age when someone is still an intern.

But the match in his hand ignited a $20 billion empire.

The first puff of smoke was exhaled.

Intense.

Spicy.

Yet it has a sweet aftertaste.

The smoke dispersed rapidly in the night wind, transforming into countless images.

Logistics warehouses were overwhelmed during Singles' Day.

A Wall Street dinner during a roadshow.

The thrilling experience of shorting Muddy Waters.

And then there's Mr. Ma's face, a face etched with complex emotions.

Along this journey.

It's like walking a tightrope.

One wrong step and you're shattered to pieces.

But he came over.

Moreover, he ascended to the throne step by step, standing on the shoulders of giants.

"Is this the air on the top floor?"

Lin Che held a cigar between his fingers and lightly flicked off the ash.

Mars fell.

It traced a red trail in the darkness before disappearing completely.

This feeling.

It was a hundred times more intense than an orgasm.

Behind.

A series of orderly footsteps sounded.

It wasn't the sound of messy leather shoes, but rather the imposing sound of military boots pounding the ground.

Lin Che did not turn around.

He knew who it was.

Wang Pangzi, Zhao Sihai, the technical director poached from Silicon Valley, and the head of the newly established "Strategic Investment Department".

Those were his wolf pack.

They were a group of ferocious beasts that had smelled blood and were in a state of extreme hunger and thirst.

"Boss."

Fatty Wang stepped forward, handed over a coat, and draped it over Lin Che's shoulders.

"It's windy."

"The finance department just finished the accounting."

Fatty Wang's voice drifted in the wind, but it couldn't hide the trembling excitement within.

"Not counting those options that haven't been listed yet."

"Just the cash sitting in the accounts."

"21 million US dollars."

When he said that number, it felt like his tongue was tied in knots.

This money.

That's enough to buy half of Hangzhou's unfinished buildings.

That would be enough for him to live like an emperor in any country.

But Lin Che simply gave a faint "hmm".

He turned around.

With his back to the brilliant lights of Ali, and facing his subordinates whose eyes gleamed with greedy green light.

in the dark.

That tiny red glow from the cigar became the sole focal point.

"Fatty."

Lin Che took a drag of his cigarette, his voice low and hoarse.

Do you think that's too much?

"That's a lot! You couldn't spend it all in several lifetimes!" Fatty Wang exclaimed, his eyes wide.

Lin Che smiled.

He pointed north.

That's the direction of Beijing.

"There."

"Cheng Wei is taking money from Tencent, Liu Qing is taking money from Goldman Sachs, and Wang Xing is taking money from Sequoia Capital."

"They can burn through that 20 billion in just six months."

Fatty Wang's smile froze on his face.

Zhao Sihai clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.

Yes.

For ordinary people, this is an astronomical figure.

But for the upcoming "Ragnarok"-like O2O war...

This is just an admission ticket.

A ticket to sit at the poker table and not be kicked out immediately.

"Gentlemen."

Lin Che wrapped his coat tighter around himself.

His gaze was sharp as a knife, sweeping over everyone present.

"Look at the state you've become."

"Wearing Armani, driving a luxury car, and living in a large apartment."

"Do you feel like you've already won?"

No one spoke.

Only the wind was howling.

Lin Che abruptly threw his cigar on the ground.

That spark exploded on the concrete ground, scattering countless sparks.

"That's an illusion."

He took a step forward, his leather shoes stomping out the expensive tobacco.

"We just climbed out of the mud."

"But in the jungle, there are lions everywhere that are fiercer, hungrier, and richer than us."

"Tencent's WeChat entry point, Alibaba's payment system, and Baidu's search traffic."

"They are three great mountains."

Lin Che's voice rose to a high pitch, piercing through the gale and striking everyone's eardrums.

"And what we need to do."

"They blasted a road out of the crevice between these three mountains!"

This moment.

Lin Che's aura changed.

No longer the calculating speculator.

Rather, he is a commander who is about to launch a full-scale war.

"Warm-up is over."

He looked around and opened his arms as if to embrace the endless darkness.

"A real war."

"Let's begin."

Everyone's breathing became heavy.

That long-lost fighting spirit, that fierce determination to snatch an order in the early days of entrepreneurship, was reignited.

They are not afraid of death.

I'm just afraid it won't be exciting enough.

Lin Che turned around and took one last look at the Alibaba campus in the distance.

It remains warm and glorious there.

But he doesn't need it anymore.

He pulled out the Uber initial public offering (IPO) document he had signed in Silicon Valley from his pocket.

He then pulled out the sketch with the "ATM" strategy written on it.

Stack them together.

lift.

Facing that patch of lights.

It's like a tribute.

It also felt like a farewell.

"Thank you, Alibaba."

Lin Che's voice was soft, yet incredibly clear.

"It rebuilt me."

He let go.

The document was swept away by the wind, flying into the dark night sky and disappearing instantly.

"Now."

"I'm going to recreate an era."

……

Lin Che raised his head.

A few lone stars twinkled in the night sky overhead.

Those are the eyes of a unicorn.

Didi, Meituan, Ele.me, ByteDance, Pinduoduo...

They are either still asleep or have just awakened.

Waiting for a zookeeper.

A tyrant awaits.

Lin Che turned around and strode towards the stairwell.

There was not a trace of lingering attachment.

"Walk."

"Go to Beijing."

"Go and muddy up the water there."