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

October 2014. Hangzhou, Xixi Wetland.

The autumn wind has already brought a chill, carrying moisture as it passes through the reed beds of Xixi Wetland.

The top floor of the Weiguang Building.

The renovation here has just been completed.

There's no nouveau riche style of mahogany and genuine leather, only large areas of cold gray cement walls and black marble floors that almost suck in your reflection.

Minimalist.

cruel.

It's like a monastery built with money.

"Boss... this number..."

The speaker's name is Shen Nan.

Former VP of Sequoia Capital China.

Just two weeks ago, he was a powerful figure in the venture capital world, accustomed to the valuation myths of unicorns.

But at the moment.

He stood in front of the huge screen, his fingers, which were adjusting his glasses, twitching slightly out of control.

On the screen is the back-end of a corporate account at a Swiss bank in Zurich.

There are no complicated charts.

There was only one line of numbers that was breathtakingly long.

Available balance: $2,100,000,000.00

Two billion US dollars.

It was all cash.

Moreover, these are strategic reserve funds that have already completed foreign exchange settlement declarations and are ready to be used at any time.

"Mr. Shen, stop counting to zero."

Lin Che sat on the sofa by the window.

He wasn't wearing a suit, just a black turtleneck cashmere sweater, and he was holding a steaming cup of Longjing tea.

That sense of relaxation contrasted sharply with Shen Nan's tension.

"This money is not meant to be deposited in a bank to earn interest."

Lin Che blew away the tea leaves floating on the rim of the cup and took a sip.

"It's not for you to use it to invest in those college student startup projects that are still writing PPTs."

Shen Nan took a deep breath and forced himself to look away from the string of numbers.

He turned around and straightened his collar, which was soaked with cold sweat.

"Mr. Lin, as per your requirements, the structure of 'Weiguang Capital' has been completed."

"But this amount of money is too large. If it were all invested in the primary market, even if it were all the projects of Sequoia Capital and Matrix Partners in a year, it still wouldn't be enough."

In 2014, the total amount of hot money in the entire Chinese internet venture capital circle probably didn't even reach this level.

This is a nuclear weapon-level fund pool.

"Who said we were going to invest in the primary market?"

Lin Che put down his teacup.

The porcelain cup bumped against the coffee table, making a crisp "ding" sound.

He stood up.

Walk up to the five-meter-long white writing board.

Pick up a black marker.

Remove the cap.

The pungent smell of ink filled the air.

"Shen Nan, Fatty."

Lin Che did not turn around; the tip of his pen hovered above the whiteboard.

"In the next three years, the Chinese Internet will become a meat grinder."

"Hundreds of billions of dollars will be burned into a black hole called O2O."

He exerted force with his wrist.

The pen tip scraped across the whiteboard, making a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

O2O.

Three huge black letters menacingly occupied the field of vision.

Group buying, food delivery, ride-hailing, laundry, manicures...

Lin Che's voice echoed in the empty office.

"All the giants will go crazy."

"They'll treat money like paper, and fight tooth and nail to get even a single user's phone screen."

Fatty Wang shrank his neck.

Although he didn't understand macroeconomics, he could smell the blood in Lin Che's words.

"Then...shall we move further away?"

Fatty Wang asked tentatively.

"hide?"

Lin Che smiled.

He turned around, his eyes gleaming with the excitement a hunter feels when he sees a herd of beasts.

"Why hide?"

"We need to go in."

"But not to be used as fuel to be burned."

Lin Che suddenly swung the marker in his hand.

A thick horizontal line was drawn under those three letters.

"We want to be like the match seller."

"Or rather... arms dealers."

Shen Nan's eyes lit up.

This is the mindset of top capitalists.

During the gold rush, the most profitable people were never those digging for gold, but those selling shovels and jeans.

"Where should we fight our first battle?"

Shen Nan quickly got into character and took out his notebook.

Lin Che did not speak.

He turned around and wrote two words in the corner of the whiteboard.

The pen strokes are sharp and powerful, penetrating the paper.

[Travel]

Then.

With the tip of his pen, he drew a deep red circle around the two characters.

It's like a scope locking onto the prey's heart.

"Establish the 'Micro-Light Mobility' project team."

Lin Che threw down his pen.

The pen tumbled in the air and landed precisely in the pen slot.

"Shen Nan, you're in charge of fund allocation. I need this two billion US dollars; it can be turned into a brick to crush our opponents at any time."

"Fatty, you're in charge of the ground sales team. Gather the guys from Weiguang Logistics."

Fatty Wang immediately straightened his back; that was his specialty.

"No problem! Bro, how many cars are we buying this time? Five thousand? Or ten thousand?"

"I've noticed that Volkswagen and Toyota are both offering discounts to major customers lately..."

"I won't buy a single one."

Lin Che interrupted him.

His voice was as cold as ice.

"What?"

Fatty Wang was stunned, his mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg.

"Running a taxi company? That's something from the last century."

Lin Che walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the city below.

On the street, countless private cars were crawling slowly like beetles.

That's wasted transportation capacity.

It is also a gold mine that has been overlooked by the giants.

Lin Che reached out and placed his hand on the cold glass curtain wall.

Spread your five fingers.

It was as if it wanted to grasp the bustling street below in its palm.

His pupils reflected countless red taillights; those flowing light bands converged into streams of data on his retina.

He could see the boredom in the eyes of those drivers who were driving alone.

You can see the despair on the faces of white-collar workers anxiously waiting for a taxi on the roadside.

There is a wall between them called "information gap".

And he.

We need to use capital to blow down this wall.

"We don't produce water; we are merely nature's porters."

Lin Che withdrew his hand, leaving a faint fingerprint mist on the glass.

"The same applies."

"We don't drive."

"We only transport traffic."

He turned around, standing with his back to the light, his face hidden in the shadows, only his eyes shining frighteningly bright.

"I don't hire any drivers either."

"I want everyone in Hangzhou, and in all of China, who owns a car, to become my driver."

The office fell into dead silence.

Shen Nan's Adam's apple bobbed violently.

He understood.

This is more aggressive than Uber, and more insane than Didi.

This is intended to completely overturn the "company + employee" employment model, dragging every social atom into this capital frenzy.

"But……"

Fatty Wang scratched his head, still feeling a bit uneasy.

"The current Didi and Kuaidi are like the favored children of Tencent and Alibaba."

"I heard they're giving out tens of millions in subsidies every day, and the two sides are fighting tooth and nail."

"Let's go in now..."

Fatty Wang swallowed hard.

"Isn't that just asking for death?"

Lin Che picked up the project proposal that hadn't been signed yet from the table.

Pull out the pen.

The pen tip touched the paper, making a scratching sound.

"Fatty."

He signed his name, closed the folder, and slid it down the smooth desktop to Wang Pangzi.

The folder, carrying its momentum, came to a precise stop at the edge of the table.

Lin Che raised his head.

A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"It's precisely because they were fighting so fiercely that they only had eyes for each other."

"so."

"No one will notice..."

"We brought knives."