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

Beijing, Dongdaqiao Bridge.

Inke Live Headquarters.

The air in the conference room was as stagnant as a pool of still water.

The ashtrays had piled up into a small mountain.

"Smack."

Inke CEO Feng Yousheng slammed a document on the table.

That was a "non-compete agreement" from Tencent.

The terms are quite domineering: if Inke wants to access Tencent's App Store channel, it must sign an "exclusive agreement" that prohibits it from accessing any non-Tencent cloud services and that it must give priority to Tencent capital in future financing rounds.

"This is like holding a knife to our throats and forcing us to submit."

Feng Yousheng rubbed his swollen temples, his voice hoarse.

As the dark horse of mobile live streaming in 2016, Inke had an astonishing daily active user base, but its rate of burning money was even more terrifying.

bandwidth.

These two words are the sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of all live streaming platforms.

The monthly bandwidth cost of 40 million is like a vampire, draining Inke's cash flow.

"President Feng, there's no other choice."

Technical Director Zhang Hong sighed and stubbed out his cigarette in the overflowing ashtray.

"That's how the market is now. Alibaba Cloud and Tencent Cloud have monopolized the price, and the price per gigabyte of bandwidth is stuck at 20,000 yuan."

"If we don't sign with Tencent, they will cut off our CDN acceleration, and our servers will crash during S6."

"Sign it."

Zhang Hong's voice carried a sense of resigned weariness.

"Even though it's a contract of servitude, at least I can survive."

Feng Yousheng stared at the agreement.

He was not reconciled.

Once the agreement is signed, Inke will no longer be Inke, but a pawn in Tencent's empire, which could be sacrificed at any time by Ma Huateng to balance the interests of Douyu and Longzhu.

But I won't sign...

That is death.

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Just then.

"Bang!"

The conference room door was violently pushed open.

Two security guards staggered as they tried to stop them, but were completely ignored by a man in a black trench coat.

Lin Che walked in.

Wang Jian, carrying a computer, followed behind him.

Lin Che's gaze swept across the room filled with smoke, his brows furrowed slightly, and he raised his hand to wave in front of his nose.

"In this kind of environment, it's difficult to make clear-headed decisions."

Feng You stood up abruptly, his eyes wary.

"Lin Che?"

"President Lin of Weiguang Group? What are you doing here? Just here to watch the show?"

Now the entire industry knows that Weiguang's capital chain has "broken," so Lin Che's sudden entry into Inke at this time is simply inexplicable.

Lin Che ignored his question.

He walked straight to the empty seat at the conference table and sat down, tapping his long, slender fingers on the surface.

"I'm here to deliver money."

Lin Che got straight to the point.

"I heard Inke isn't able to raise enough money for bandwidth next month?"

Zhang Hong, the technical director standing next to him, sneered.

"President Lin, you're already in dire straits yourself, how can you still worry about us? I heard that your data center in Guizhou isn't even fully loaded with servers."

"and......."

Zhang Hong looked Wang Jian up and down at the old notebook covered in stickers in his hand.

"You think your 'cloud,' built with mining GPUs, can handle tens of millions of concurrent users like Inke?"

"With the kind of traffic that S6 has, it crashed as soon as you guys tried to boost it."

This is arrogance in the tech world.

In their eyes, only expensive servers like those from IBM and Dell are legitimate, and Lin Che's approach of developing "consumer-grade graphics card clusters" is just unorthodox.

Lin Che didn't even glance at Zhang Hong.

He stared at Feng Yousheng.

"President Feng, you're a businessman."

"Let the technical staff handle the technical issues. Let's talk business."

Lin Che held up one finger.

"Weiguang Cloud's price is half that of Tencent Cloud."

The meeting room fell silent instantly.

You can even hear their breathing.

half.

This means that Inke can save 20 million yuan in net profit every month.

This is an irresistible temptation for a company that is burning through cash to grow.

"And the price?"

Feng Yousheng was not blinded by his emotions.

You get what you pay for; that's an ironclad rule of business.

"Not only is it cheap."

Lin Che then extended his second finger.

"I also guarantee that the lag rate will be 50% lower than Tencent Cloud."

"ha!"

Zhang Hong couldn't help but burst out laughing, a sharp laugh.

"Mr. Lin, you should at least think before you brag. Tencent Cloud has thousands of CDN nodes, what does your Weiguang have? A few run-down caves?"

"Half the price of Tencent, and twice as fast?"

"Do you think this is science fiction?"

Lin Che finally turned his head and gave Zhang Hong a cold look.

That look was like looking at a noisy fly.

"Wang Jian."

"exist."

"Bring out the contract."

Wang Jian took out a pre-prepared contract from his backpack and slammed it on the table.

Lin Che took a check out of his pocket.

That's a Citibank draft.

Amount: Ten million.

He placed the check on the contract and pushed it in front of Feng Yousheng.

"I'm not going to argue with you about technology."

"Let's take a gamble."

Lin Che leaned forward, and the oppressive feeling instantly enveloped the entire conference room.

"Connect to Weiguang Cloud. If Inke experiences any lag due to insufficient bandwidth during the S6 finals..."

"Or the picture quality isn't as good as Douyu's."

"This ten million is yours."

"Furthermore, Weiguang Cloud will be provided to Inke for free for life."

madman.

Those two words popped into everyone's head.

This is gambling with one's life and fortune.

Feng Yousheng looked at the check.

There are so many zeros on it, it's glaring.

He then glanced at the "contract of sale" from Tencent next to him.

On one side, they were born kneeling.

On one hand, you die standing up, but on the other hand, if you win, you are reborn from the ashes.

Why?

Feng Yousheng raised his head and stared intently at Lin Che.

Why are you helping me?

"help?"

Lin Che smiled.

He stood up and straightened his collar.

"I'm not helping you."

"I'm looking for a knife."

"A knife that can pierce through Tencent Cloud's defenses."

"Yingke, it's this knife."

Lin Che turned and walked out, leaving everyone with a cold and hard back view.

"You have ten minutes to consider."

"It's signed. We'll start the data cutover tonight."

"If you don't sign, then I wish you'll be obedient canaries in Tencent's cage."

The meeting room was deathly silent.

Only that check lay quietly beside the ashtray, exuding the distinctive smell of ink from money.

a long time.

Feng Yousheng picked up his pen.

My hands are shaking a little.

But he still signed his name heavily.

The pen tip tore through the paper.

"Zhang Hong".

"Prepare for cutover."

"This time, we're going to gamble with this madman, risking our lives."

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