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

The doors to the Four Seasons Hotel's ballroom were pushed open with a loud, thud that sent chills down one's spine.

The music that was warming up the crowd suddenly stopped.

All five hundred pairs of eyes in the room turned to look at the entrance.

Tang Jun stood in the shadows where the spotlight couldn't reach him, straightened his conspicuous white suit, and wore a greasy smile as if he had just inspected his territory.

Behind him followed a dozen reporters carrying long lenses and microphones, as well as four burly men wearing sunglasses.

These people aren't here to attend the meeting; they're clearly here to cause trouble.

"Oh, it's so quiet?"

Tang Jun strode into the venue, his leather shoes making a particularly crisp sound as they stepped on the marble floor.

As he walked, he waved to the guests on both sides, completely ignoring the host on stage who was adjusting the microphone.

"Everyone, please continue. I'm just here to observe."

He walked straight to the center of the first row—the VIP seats reserved for regulatory leaders and top partners.

Although his name wasn't written there, the two directors of the Internet Finance Association who were originally sitting there instinctively stood up and offered their seats when they saw this intimidating figure approaching.

Tang Jun plopped down without any hesitation, crossed his legs, and even borrowed a light from the embarrassed bank representative next to him to light a cigar.

Smoke billowed and rose.

With this extremely rude behavior, he was declaring to everyone: Here, I am the rule.

The scene was deathly silent.

No one dared to speak, or even breathe loudly.

Everyone turned their attention to the stage, eager to see how the young organizer would respond to this blatant humiliation.

The stage lights suddenly brightened.

Lin Che came out.

He didn't even glance at Tang Jun, as if the living, breathing man sitting in the front row smoking a cigar didn't exist at all.

He walked steadily to the podium, holding only a thin white booklet in his hand.

"Sizzle—"

The silence was broken by the buzzing sound of the microphone being switched on.

Welcome everyone.

Lin Che's voice, transmitted through the top-of-the-line sound system, resonated throughout the venue. Calm and composed, without a trace of panic, he said, "I've gathered everyone here today for only one thing."

He held up the booklet in his hand, and the words "Microlight Financial Security White Paper" on the cover gleamed in gold under the light.

"The P2P industry has been very lively in the past two years. Some people are going to ring the bell on Nasdaq, some people are throwing parties in mansions, and everyone is talking about scale, traffic, and disrupting banks."

Lin Che paused, his gaze sweeping over the various expressions on the faces below the stage.

"But very few people talk about security."

"So, Weiguang did this." He gently tossed the booklet onto the podium. "It's a 'whitelist'."

A commotion arose from the audience.

Tang Jun, sitting in the audience, scoffed dismissively, exhaled a smoke ring, and said loudly, "President Lin, you think just having a list will guarantee safety? How much does one of these slots cost? If it's cheap, I'll buy ten to show my support!"

A few scattered laughs broke out; it was the group of people brought by Tang Jun making a fuss.

Lin Che still ignored him.

He pressed the page-turning pen in his hand.

The huge LED screen behind them lit up instantly.

"Starting today, Weiguang Payment will implement a 'circuit breaker mechanism'."

Lin Che's voice suddenly turned cold, carrying an undeniable pressure: "All financial platforms that access the Microlight Payment Channel and use the NetsUnion Clearing Service must undergo a thorough verification process by the Abyss system."

"Only companies that are included in this 'whitelist' will continue to receive services from Weiguang."

"As for those not on the list..."

Lin Che paused for a second, and his gaze finally fell on the seat in the first row for the first time.

"Sorry, no matter how big or powerful you are, Weiguang will cut off all funding channels within 24 hours."

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

This is a coup!

This is blatant industry cleanup!

Everyone stared frantically at the big screen, where the first batch of companies selected for the "whitelist" had begun to be displayed.

On the first page, Lufax, Yirendai, PPDai... are all established platforms with strong backgrounds and good compliance.

On the second page, several rising stars from state-owned enterprises.

Page 3...

The screen scrolled very quickly, and gasps of surprise rose and fell from the audience.

"Got it! We're up there!"

"Damn it... Why aren't we here?"

Some cheered, while others looked ashen-faced.

Tang Jun was casually smoking, looking on with amusement.

He was certain that Weiguang wouldn't dare to exclude him, since the trading volume of the Treasure Basin accounted for one-tenth of the market, which was a huge piece of meat for Lin Che.

But as the list scrolled to the last page and the word "End" appeared, Tang Jun's smile froze.

No.

No, there really isn't.

He snapped the cigar off between his fingers, stood up abruptly, and the movement was so forceful that it overturned the chair next to him.

"Lin Che!"

Even without a microphone, the roar made the ears of the guests in the front row ring.

Tang Jun strode down to the stage, pointing at the big screen, veins bulging on his neck: "Is this crappy machine broken? Where's my name? Jubao Pen is number one in the industry! Transaction volume in the tens of billions! Why don't you put me on it?"

The flashes went off wildly, freezing this moment of conflict in time.

This is the effect the Tang army wanted.

Whenever a dispute arises, he can turn around and accuse Weiguang of shady dealings and unfair competition.

Facing the roar of the Tang army, Lin Che stood on the high stage, looking down at them condescendingly.

That look in his eyes was like watching a monkey performing acrobatics.

Lin Che spoke into the microphone with a frighteningly indifferent tone.

"The machine isn't broken."

"It's not broken? If it's not broken, why isn't the treasure bowl there?" Tang Jun roared angrily. "You're settling a personal score! You're engaging in industry monopoly! I'm going to report you to the China Banking Regulatory Commission!"

"Because that's a 'whitelist'."

Lin Che interrupted him, speaking slowly and deliberately, each word as clear as an icicle striking stone, "The whitelist means that the companies listed on it are all legitimate businesses."

This sentence left Tang Jun speechless, his face turning red with embarrassment.

"What do you mean? You're saying I'm not doing legitimate business?" Tang Jun's voice was sharp and cracked, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "Our data is publicly available online! Every transaction is verifiable! What gives you the right to slander me?"

"Is it verifiable?"

Lin Che smiled.

That was a smile of utter contempt.

He pressed the page-turning pen in his hand again.

The whitelist on the big screen disappeared, replaced by a huge red exclamation mark and a line of small text: [Data Anomaly Interception: Treasure Trove].

"President Tang, since you asked, I'll explain it in front of everyone."

Lin Che pointed to the screen, "In the past two weeks, the Abyss system has scraped your company's underlying data 3,000 times. Unfortunately, the system shows that 60% of the ID numbers of your so-called 'borrowers' are fake, and 30% of the funds flowed to the same overseas account."

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Everyone covered their mouths in horror, staring at the scene in disbelief.

This is no longer a business spat; this is exposing each other's secrets in public, it's like stabbing someone in the heart with a knife!

Tang Jun's face turned deathly pale instantly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"You...you're talking nonsense! You're spreading rumors! This is a trade secret..." he stammered, but his words fell flat in the face of the detailed data.

"Feel sorry."

Lin Che put away his page-turning pen, placed his hands on the podium, leaned forward slightly, and stared at the middle-aged man below the stage who had begun to tremble.

"It's not that the system failed to capture your data."

"But because..."

Lin Che's voice echoed in the empty banquet hall, like the gavel falling to pronounce a death sentence.

"Your data is too fake."

boom!

This statement was like a depth charge, completely detonating in the crowd.

Tang Jun stood below the stage, his legs went weak, and he almost fell to the ground.

Looking at the excessively young man on the stage, he felt a deep-seated fear for the first time.

This isn't about not knowing the rules.

This is an attempt to overturn the table! This is an attempt to kill!