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Seafood prices.

These three words were like a thorn, piercing Chen Shaojie's ear.

"Mr. Lin, we're both businessmen." Chen Shaojie suppressed his anger, trying to keep his voice calm, but the veins on the back of his hand holding the phone bulged. "Normally, 1T of bandwidth costs about 60 a month, but considering the premium for emergency calls, I'll double it for you. 120 million, how about that?"

"Double?"

Lin Che chuckled softly.

He toyed with the whiskey glass in his hand, watching the ice ball slowly rotate in the amber liquid.

"Mr. Chen, it seems you don't understand the situation."

"It's not me begging you to buy my bandwidth now, it's your users, those tens of millions of angry users, who are holding a knife to your throat."

"Your neck is only worth 120 million?"

silence.

A deathly silence.

Chen Shaojie was panting heavily on the other end of the line; you could feel the trembling of humiliation even through the receiver.

"How much do you want?" Chen Shaojie's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Fixed price".

Lin Che put down his wine glass, the bottom of which hit the solid wood table with a dull thud.

"Fifty million."

"Cash. Funds will be credited immediately."

"Are you crazy?!" Chen Shaojie's voice instantly rose eight octaves, cracking. "Fifty million? This is robbery! This is extortion! Do you know how many servers fifty million can buy?"

"Too expensive?"

Lin Che wasn't angry; in fact, his tone became even gentler.

"If you think it's too expensive, you can hang up the phone and go find Ma Huateng, go find the Ministry of Industry and Information Technology, or... go to a temple to burn incense and pray that your server can grow three heads and six arms."

"However, I must remind you, Mr. Chen."

Lin Che glanced at the real-time data on the screen.

"In the very minute we've been chatting, you've lost another 300,000 daily active users, and Inke's stock price just rose 4% in pre-market trading."

"Every second, I'm bleeding."

"This fifty million is your tourniquet. Do you think your life isn't worth this much?"

Chen Shaojie did not speak.

Only the sound of rapid breathing echoed in the receiver, like a bellows.

He was struggling.

Fifty million is not something a company of Douyu's size cannot afford.

However, if used to buy bandwidth, this is an astronomical price, a case of being ripped off and written as a negative example in business schools.

"Lin Che, don't go too far..." Chen Shaojie tried to put up a final resistance. "Thirty million, that's the bottom line, and we need to sign a performance-based agreement. If..."

"drop--"

Just then, a new call notification popped up on Lin Che's phone.

Lin Che glanced at the screen, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Note: [Wang Sicong].

"Oh dear, what a coincidence." Lin Che feigned surprise. "President Chen, as you know, the market is tight right now. And look, Principal Wang has called too."

"I bet Panda TV is in an uproar too, right?"

"Do you think Wang Sicong would be more willing to give this 5T of bandwidth to Panda TV than you are?"

This sentence became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Chen Shaojie's psychological defenses collapsed instantly.

If Weiguang Cloud saves Panda TV but watches Douyu die, it's not just a matter of losing face; it means Douyu will completely lose its position as the industry leader and be completely divided up by Panda TV and Inke.

This is a battle for survival.

We can't let Wang Sicong get his hands on these weapons!

"Don't answer!"

Chen Shaojie roared, his voice tinged with fear.

"I'll sign! Fifty million! I'll sign right now! Don't answer his calls!"

Lin Che stared at the still-vibrating call notification, his finger hovering over the hang-up button for two seconds.

Those two seconds felt like an eternity to Chen Shaojie.

"it is good."

Lin Che pressed the reject button.

"Shen Nan, send out the contract."

……

……

One minute later.

An electronic contract was sent to Chen Shaojie's email address via encrypted email.

The terms are simple and straightforward, without any legal ambiguity.

Party A: Wuhan Douyu Network Technology Co., Ltd.

Party B: Weiguang Cloud Technology Co., Ltd.

Service content: Provides 5T dynamic BGP high-protection bandwidth access.

Fee: RMB 50,000,000 (after tax), payable in full at once.

Additional Clause A: Douyu promises that Weiguang Cloud will be its exclusive cloud service provider for the next three years, and that it will account for no less than 60% of the total procurement volume.

Additional Clause B: The Douyu APP launch page must continuously display the message "Thank you for the technical support from Weiguang Cloud" for no less than 7 days.

Chen Shaojie stared at the terms and conditions on the screen, his hands trembling.

The first two are about cutting off flesh.

The third is selling oneself into servitude.

The fourth point... is to tear off their face, throw it on the ground, and stomp on it.

"Lin Che... this one..." Chen Shaojie pointed to the fourth one, his voice hoarse, "Can we remove it? This is too..."

"Mr. Chen."

Lin Che's voice turned cold.

"Principal Wang called again. If you don't sign, I'm going to answer."

"sign!"

Chen Shaojie closed his eyes and pressed his finger heavily on the confirmation button for the electronic signature.

That one moment seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

Ding dong.

A few seconds later.

The laptop in Lin Che's study emitted a crisp notification sound.

That's a unique bank system notification indicating that a transfer has been received.

Shen Nan glanced at the screen, took a deep breath, and turned to look at Lin Che, his eyes filled with awe.

"Boss, fifty million has arrived."

"There is also a signed three-year exclusivity agreement."

Lin Che showed no excitement. He simply downed the rest of the whiskey in his glass, the ice cubes hitting his teeth and sending a chill down his spine.

This 50 million is not just money.

It is the ticket to clearing out the blind spot of Weiguang Cloud.

From today onwards, Weiguang Cloud is no longer an "illegal" company hiding in caves mining, but an "arms dealer" holding the lifeline of the industry.

"Connect to Wang Jian."

Lin Che put down his wine glass and gave the order.

The screen switched to Wang Jian's face, which looked slightly tired but had a fervent look in his eyes.

The background noise is the deafening roar of the Inke server room.

"Boss." Wang Jian pushed up his glasses.

"The money has arrived."

Lin Che leaned back in his chair, unbuttoning one button of his shirt collar, like a hunter who had just finished a hunt and was enjoying a moment of relaxation.

"Open the floodgates for Douyu."

"Let Chen Shaojie see what he bought with his fifty million."

Wang Jian nodded and turned to face the control panel.

His finger hovered over the Enter key.

There, there is a pre-laid underground pipe that leads directly to Douyu's data center.

That is a torrent of computing power formed by Weiguang Cloud using "edge computing" technology to gather hundreds of thousands of mining machine nodes distributed across the country.

"Execute".

Snapped.

The Enter key is pressed.

……

……

Wuhan, Douyu Command Center.

Chen Shaojie slumped in his chair, staring blankly at the dark screen.

Fifty million has been spent.

That was the company's last remaining working capital.

If this damn faint cloud doesn't work, he's going to jump into the Yangtze River tomorrow.

"Mr. Chen! We have a signal!"

Suddenly, Old Liu screamed, almost losing his voice.

The big screen flickered.

The black screen disappeared.

The buffer that caused the lag has also disappeared.

Instead, there is the lush green grass of Summoner's Rift and Baron Nashor's menacing fangs.

The picture is extremely clear.

It's not the kind of 1080P with noise, but rather a sense of clarity as if a layer of frosted glass has been wiped away.

That's the ultimate image quality brought about by H.265 encoding.

"Bandwidth..." Old Liu stared at the monitor screen, his mouth agape, "This bandwidth curve... it's flat!"

The red load line that was originally hanging on the ceiling suddenly seemed to be pressed down by an invisible hand, dropping directly to the safe level of 40%.

At the same time, image quality parameters are soaring.

Smoothness: 60 FPS.

Delay: 15ms.

"He's alive..."

Chen Shaojie watched Vayne moving nimbly on the screen, observing the smooth team fight sequence.

He felt his breath trembling.

Is this the technology we bought for 50 million?

Is this the thing that Lin Che, whom he mocked as a "coal miner," came up with?

This is not coal mining.

This is clearly a nuclear weapon.

Just then, his phone rang again.

It was Wang Sicong calling.

Chen Shaojie looked at that name, and this time, he felt no fear, but rather a strange sense of superiority.

A sense of superiority, like "I'm already on the boat, while you're still soaking in the water."

He answered the phone.

"Hey, Principal," Chen Shaojie's voice carried a hint of exhaustion from surviving a disaster, but also a touch of boastfulness, "You crashed too? Oh dear, you'd better hurry and find Lin Che. Otherwise, it'll be gone. I just managed to snag 5T, it was so smooth..."

That night.

The S6 World Championship title went to the South Korean team.

But the crown of China's internet live streaming industry has quietly changed hands.