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

2015 October.

The honeymoon period is over.

For Lao Zhao, a taxi driver in Hangzhou, the merger of Didi and Kuaidi was like a fleeting dream that he hadn't even had time to savor.

wake up.

All that's left is a mess.

"drop."

Old Zhao pressed the order acceptance button.

Instead of the enticing orange subsidy notification that popped up on the screen, a cold, hard number appeared:

[Commission for this order: 20% + 0.5 yuan information fee]

"Hold."

Old Zhao slammed his fist on the steering wheel.

The horn emitted a piercing scream, startling a stray cat on the roadside into the bushes.

"She used to be called Little Sweetie, now she's called Mrs. Cow."

Old Zhao took out his cigarette case, shook out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth.

No order.

I can't bear to part with it.

Previously, the daily subsidy was two or three hundred yuan, and you could smoke Zhonghua cigarettes as much as you wanted.

I work myself to the bone for fourteen hours a day, and it's still not enough to cover the wedding gift money.

This is the price of a monopoly.

Capitalists fatten up the pigs, then they start sharpening their knives.

Just then.

The other phone on the passenger seat lit up.

The interface is purple.

[Weiguang Mobility: Continuing commission-free service; receive an extra 50 yuan bonus for completing 10 orders today.]

There are no set routines.

There is no commission.

Even the purple logo now seemed quite attractive to Lao Zhao.

He grabbed the phone.

Tap the screen hard with your finger.

[Listening Mode: Enabled]

"Fuck Didi."

Old Zhao stuffed the phone with Didi installed deep inside the glove box.

"From now on, I'm sticking with Weiguang."

……

This scene is playing out in hundreds of cities across the country.

In order to deliver a good financial report to investors, the merged Didi has begun to wield its sickle.

Prices have increased.

Reduce supplementation.

Increase commission rates.

Users complain, drivers grumble.

On Weibo, the hashtag #DidiPriceHike# trended on the hot search list.

However, the situation in the war room of the Weiguang Building was quite different.

"Bro, the data traffic is exploding."

Fatty Wang stared at the big screen, his face trembling with excitement.

"Daily activity exceeded 8 million."

"Yesterday's order volume... surpassed Didi's!"

Eight million.

This is a watershed moment.

This means that Weiguang is no longer a troublesome supporting character, but has truly gained the qualifications to compete with the giants.

Lin Che stood in front of the screen.

He was holding a newly printed PR document.

The title has only four characters: "Anti-Monopoly Declaration".

"The time has come."

Lin Che handed the manuscript to Shen Nan.

"Send it out."

"Buy all the headlines in the mainstream media."

"I want to set this fire on Cheng Wei's eyebrows."

……

That evening. CCTV Finance Channel.

The studio.

The spotlights were shining so brightly that people's faces felt hot.

Lin Che sat on a high chair.

Opposite him was a sharp-tongued financial news anchor.

"Mr. Lin, some people say that Weiguang is a disruptor in the industry, a speculator who relies on burning money to gain market share. What's your opinion?"

The host posed a pointed question.

The camera zooms in.

They gave Lin Che a close-up shot.

He was wearing a dark gray suit today, without a tie, and the collar was slightly open.

That sense of relaxation seems completely out of place in this topic filled with the smell of gunpowder in the business world.

Lin Che did not answer immediately.

He reached out and adjusted the position of the lavalier microphone.

When my fingertips touched the cold metal mesh, they emitted a "buzzing" sound.

The sound was amplified by the studio's top-of-the-line sound equipment, like a deep sigh echoing in the empty studio.

Dust particles in the air danced in the intense beam of light, like countless tiny ghosts.

Lin Che raised his head.

His gaze pierced through the camera lens, as if he were looking directly at hundreds of millions of viewers in front of their television sets.

There was no explanation, no panic, in his eyes.

"A troublemaker?"

Lin Che chuckled softly.

He leaned forward and placed his hands crossed on his knees.

"When there is only one voice in a market, that is not called order."

That's called deathly silence.

"Didi raised prices, and drivers' income decreased because they had no other choice."

Lin Che's voice was steady and powerful.

"Monopoly is the graveyard of innovation."

He paused.

His gaze suddenly sharpened, like a drawn sword.

"And me."

"That's the gravedigger."

……

This statement was like a nuclear bomb, igniting public opinion.

#Lin Che's Gravekeeper#

#A Little Light of Conscience#

Overnight, public opinion reversed.

Weiguang is no longer the nouveau riche who only knows how to give money, but has become a dragon-slaying boy who fights against evil dragons.

Countless users flocked to the app store, giving Weiguang five-star reviews.

"Downloading 'Glimmer' is supporting justice!"

"Kill the monopoly dogs!"

This outpouring of emotion translated into real download numbers.

The server for Weiguang Travel has triggered another alarm.

But this time, it wasn't because of the torrential rain.

It's because of people's hearts.

……

Weiguang Building.

Lin Che turned off the TV.

The screen disappeared.

"Boss, this 'moral blackmail' tactic is too ruthless."

Looking at the public opinion trends on his phone, Shen Nan couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

"Didi is now in a precarious position; lowering prices is problematic, but not lowering them is also problematic."

Lin Che walked to the wine cabinet.

I poured myself a glass of whiskey.

"This is not kidnapping."

He swirled the wine in his glass, the ice cubes hitting the sides.

"That's called going with the flow."

"The people have suffered under the Qin dynasty for too long."

"I just gave them a hoe."

Just then.

The internal phone at the front desk rang.

Fatty Wang answered the phone, listened for a couple of sentences, and then his expression suddenly turned strange.

He covered the microphone and turned to look at Lin Che.

"elder brother."

"Someone is looking for me downstairs."

"Who?" Lin Che took a sip of his drink.

"Liu Qing".

Upon hearing this name, Shen Nan's hand trembled slightly.

Liu Qing.

President of Didi.

The daughter of Godfather Liu.

Former Managing Director of Goldman Sachs Asia Pacific.

She is the true princess of the capital circle, and the woman behind Cheng Wei who helped him secure billions of dollars in financing.

She came here for only one purpose.

Offer amnesty.

"It came faster than I expected."

Lin Che put down his wine glass.

The bottom of the cup left a wet ring on the table.

He straightened his collar.

I walked up to the mirror and examined my young yet ambitious face.

"Let her come up."

Lin Che turned around and sat back in the huge black boss's chair.

Place both hands on the handrail.

My gaze fell upon the tightly closed door.

"Since it's a gift of money."

"Then let's... take advantage of them properly."

The elevator doors opened.

The sound of high heels clicking on the ground came from behind.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The rhythm was steady, exuding an innate elegance and arrogance.

The door was pushed open.

A short-haired woman wearing a white business suit walked in.

Capable.

Exquisite.

Powerful atmosphere.

But the moment she saw Lin Che, her steps faltered almost imperceptibly.

Because the young man sitting in the shadows did not get up to greet him.

He just sat there quietly.

Like a lion crouching in its territory, it coldly watches the intruder.

"President Liu."

Lin Che stretched out his hand and pointed to the chair opposite him.

There was no small talk.

"Please sit down."