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

A black Range Rover was parked across the center of the warehouse.

The two glaring xenon headlights were not turned off.

The pale beam of light, like a sharp sword, pierced through the dim yellow air, illuminating every detail of the floating dust particles.

Backlit, the car doors are fully open.

Three men came down.

The leader, a man with a buzz cut, wore a Razer gold chain around his neck, which gleamed with a tacky yellow light under the bright sun.

His name is "Razer," and he's the moneylender in this area.

Razer was wearing studded leather boots, chewing on something, his jaw muscles bulging.

"Pooh."

A mouthful of blood-red betel nut residue was spat onto the freshly swept cement floor.

The pool of red liquid looked particularly viscous and disgusting under the bright light, emitting a cloyingly sweet and pungent smell.

He was carrying a one-meter-long galvanized steel pipe.

One end of the steel pipe was sharpened, and as it was dragged across the cement ground with each step, it made a teeth-grinding "sizzling" sound and left a white mark.

"Who's the boss?"

Razer's voice sounded like it contained grit.

Wang Pangzi was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he instinctively wanted to stand in front of Lin Che.

Lin Che gently pushed him away.

He was still sitting in that broken chair he'd found at the flea market, a cigarette between his fingers.

Strong light shining directly into the eyes.

A normal person would instinctively raise their hand to block the light or stand up to defend themselves in this situation.

But Lin Che did not.

He just squinted, as if he were enjoying a sunbath, and leaned back in his chair with his body relaxed.

Smoke rose from his fingertips, swirling and circling within the beam of light, without trembling in the slightest due to fear.

This extreme relaxation momentarily stunned the aggressive Razer.

"Turn off the lights."

Lin Che flicked his cigarette ash, his tone as indifferent as if he were instructing the housekeeper.

"It consumes a lot of electricity."

"Does it use a lot of electricity?"

Razer was enraged by this disregard.

He strode to the desk, raised the galvanized steel pipe high, and slammed it down.

"Bang!"

A loud bang.

The steel pipe slammed onto the table, causing the stainless steel teacup to bounce half a foot high, spilling the hot tea inside.

"Old Zhang ran away, are you going to take on his debts?"

Razer placed the steel pipe across the table, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Lin Che. "Five hundred thousand, principal and interest."

Lin Che didn't look at the steel pipe.

He didn't even look at Razer's ferocious face.

He held out one hand, palm up: "IOU."

Razer frowned, pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, and slapped it into Lin Che's hand.

Lin Che unfolded the IOU, took out his phone, and opened the calculator.

The pale blue light from the screen shone on his face, reflecting a surgical indifference.

"Principal amount: 30."

Fingers dance across the screen.

"The loan term is three months, and you've calculated the interest to be 20?"

Lin Che raised his head, his eyes filled with a mocking look as if he were looking at an idiot. "15 percent interest per month? That's practically robbery."

"According to the Supreme People's Court, I do not recognize any portion of the annualized interest rate exceeding 24%."

"That means..." Lin Che pressed the equals sign, "I'll give you a maximum of 1.8 in interest."

He showed his phone screen to Razer.

That number seemed particularly absurd in the atmosphere of violence.

Razer was stunned.

He then burst into wild laughter, the gold chain around his neck shaking violently.

"law?"

He pointed to the two thugs behind him, then to the empty warehouse, and declared, "Here, I am the law!"

The surrounding air instantly tensed up.

Fatty Wang had already touched the barcode scanner, his palms were sweaty.

Lin Che suddenly slammed his phone down on the table.

"Smack."

The sound wasn't loud, but it interrupted Razer's laughter.

Lin Che stood up.

He was half a head taller than Razer, and looking down at them, his eyes flashed with a ferocity that made him even more ruthless than the thugs.

"That was before."

Lin Che pointed to the cement ground beneath his feet.

"Now, this land belongs to the Lin family."

Razer gripped the steel pipe tightly.

Just one second before the conflict was about to erupt.

Lin Che suddenly changed his posture, sat down again, and changed his tone.

"Old Zhang owes you 50."

Lin Che grabbed several bundles of pink banknotes from the black canvas bag that wasn't zipped up yet and threw it on the table.

"I'll give you 60."

Razer's pupils contracted sharply.

He looked at the pile of money, and his breathing became heavy.

People are out in the game to make money, not to risk their lives.

Giving him an extra 10 was beyond his comprehension.

"What do you mean?" Razer asked warily.

"This money isn't for paying off debts."

Lin Che lit a second cigarette and looked at Razer through the smoke. "It's the payment."

"From today onwards, your people, take off that unconventional leather jacket you're wearing."

Lin Che pointed to several sets of old uniforms piled up in the corner.

That was the security guard uniform that Lao Zhang left behind, covered in dust.

"Change your clothes and help me keep watch over the place."

"During Singles' Day, goods worth hundreds of millions of yuan will circulate here."

Lin Che's voice was deep and carried a unique allure of capitalism: "I need a few fierce dogs to help me bite down on those who want to cause trouble."

"I think you two are a good match."

dog.

This word is extremely insulting.

Normally, Razer would have already taken action.

But at this moment, looking at the neatly arranged 60 yuan in cash on the table, the word suddenly sounded pleasant.

Being a loan shark means risking your life for a few tens of thousands of yuan in interest.

Now, someone is offering a high price to buy out their violence.

This is whitewashing.

Razer remained silent for three seconds.

The Range Rover's grille behind him was still radiating heat, distorting the surrounding air.

Finally, he turned around and made a gesture to his subordinates.

The car lights went out.

The switched-off high beams brought the warehouse back under Lin Che's control.

Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, savagery bows to capital.

Razer tossed the steel pipe aside and bent down.

He took a tissue from his pocket, wrapped it up the pile of betel nut residue he had just spat out and wiped it clean.

Then, he clutched the wad of tissue in his hand, and lowered his arrogant head towards Lin Che.

"President Lin."

Razer's voice had lost its previous arrogance, replaced only by submissiveness.

"From now on, leave the gatekeeping to me."

Lin Che exhaled a smoke ring.

He didn't laugh.

He simply nodded indifferently, as if looking at a Doberman Pinscher that had just been fitted with a collar.

"Fatty, take them to get their clothes."

"And by the way, teach them how to smile at customers."