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

Four o'clock in the morning.

The city was still asleep, but breaking news was popping up on the internet.

Breaking News: Misunderstanding Cleared Up! Jubaopen and Weiguang Technology Reach Deep Strategic Consensus

Tang Jun: Weiguang is a respectable opponent, and also the best partner.

"Treasure Trove's US Stocks Surge 25% in After-Hours Trading, Short Sellers Liquidated!"

The Tang army moved swiftly.

Less than three hours after that "last meal," he mobilized all media resources to launch a massive campaign to publicize this "reconciliation of the century."

In his view, that check had already bought him a ticket to heaven.

Microlight headquarters, CFO's office.

The place is brightly lit.

The newly appointed CFO, Wang Yue, stared at the thin piece of paper on the table, her hands trembling as if she were having a Parkinson's attack.

She swallowed, feeling her throat as dry as if she had swallowed a handful of sand.

"Boss... boss, this is two hundred million."

Wang Yue looked up at Lin Che, who was standing in front of the desk.

Lin Che didn't sit down, but leaned against the window with an unlit cigarette between his fingers.

His face appeared somewhat pale under the cold white light, but his eyes were frighteningly clear.

"Enter the tent."

Lin Che's voice was calm, as if he were talking about something very ordinary, "Go through a special channel and get it into a jointly managed account."

"How...how do I fill in the subject line?" Wang Yue's voice was weak. "This isn't an investment, nor is it a service fee. What if the auditors ask about this..."

"Write eight characters in the remarks."

Lin Che turned his head, his gaze falling on a point in the void, as if he could see the impending storm through the wall.

"Illegal gains will be temporarily held pending payment."

Wang Yue gasped.

She had been in the finance industry for twenty years and had seen people falsify accounts to launder money and turn losses into profits, but she had never seen anyone directly record a huge sum of 200 million yuan as "illegal income" in the accounts.

Is this a confession, or will he spend the rest of his life in jail?

"Do as I say."

Lin Che didn't explain, but simply threw a newly printed document next to the check. "Also, put three copies of this check, along with this funding source tracking report exported from the Abyss system, into a file folder."

Wang Yue picked up the report with trembling hands.

The homepage features a complex financial transaction diagram, with dense red lines converging on an offshore company's account. The actual controller of that account is clearly listed as: Tang Jun.

"This is the background of that bribery account."

Lin Che said calmly, "This money was taken by Tang Jun from the investors' principal. He used the users' life-saving money to buy my 'shut up.' That's the dirtiest part of this money."

The printer started working, and the buzzing sound of electricity echoed in the quiet office.

One by one, the pieces of evidence bearing red seals were expelled and piled up.

Each sheet of paper is light, but when piled together, they are heavy enough to crush a business empire worth tens of billions.

……

Six o'clock in the morning.

Rooftop.

The rising sun was obscured by thick smog, turning into a blurry orange-red patch of light.

Xie Yu, holding two jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes), pushed open the iron gate and walked up.

"Boss, have something to eat. Although I know you probably don't have an appetite right now."

Xie Yu handed over a pancake, took a big bite of his own, and mumbled, "Captain Liu from the Economic Investigation Detachment just replied to me. Their people are already in place, in the underground parking lot and back entrance of the Four Seasons Hotel."

Lin Che took the pancake but didn't eat it; he just held it in his hand, feeling its warmth.

"Xie Yu, do you think I'm ruthless?" Lin Che suddenly asked.

"ruthless."

Xie Yu answered without hesitation, "Taking someone's money and then sending them to jail is called 'double-crossing' in the underworld, and it's punishable by being stabbed three times and stabbed six times."

He chewed on the crispy biscuit, paused for a moment, and his eyes became somewhat complicated.

"But... if we don't do this, those old folks who deposited their money into the cornucopia might not even get their last penny back. That bastard Tang Jun has already transferred most of his assets. This 200 million is his last bit of liquid capital."

Lin Che looked at the city gradually awakening in the distance.

The glass curtain walls of the CBD began to reflect dazzling light, and countless cars, like ants, merged into the main road.

Beneath this prosperity lie countless fragile families.

Fragments of memories from the previous life resurfaced.

The mother who knelt and wept on Financial Street, the father who wrote "I'm sorry, my child" in his suicide note.

Those desperate cries seemed to travel through time and space, echoing in his ears.

"A double-cross?"

Lin Che chuckled lightly, his smile carrying a cold indifference that suggested he had seen through the ways of the world. "Perhaps, but in the face of an avalanche, it's always better to be a ruthless executioner than a powerless saint."

He turned around and placed the uneaten pancake on the railing, as if offering a sacrifice to something.

"This is called taking from the people and using it according to the law."

Lin Che patted the crumbs off his hands and straightened the collar of his wind-blown trench coat.

"Let's go to the venue."

"Is that PowerPoint presentation finished?"

Xie Yu swallowed the last bit of pancake in a few bites, nodded vigorously, and a smile of excitement and ferocity appeared on his face.

"It's done. Boss, once this page is turned, the entire P2P lending industry will be shaken up."

……

Eight o'clock in the morning.

The banquet hall of the Four Seasons Hotel was already bustling with activity.

Compared to yesterday's tense atmosphere, today's atmosphere seemed strangely harmonious.

Because of last night's "major positive news," many media outlets and guests who were originally prepared to watch the show are now whispering among themselves, speculating whether Lin Che has really been recruited by the Tang army.

Tang Jun still sat in the most conspicuous position in the first row.

He wore a red suit today, looked radiant, and even got a new hairstyle.

When he sees familiar colleagues, he greets them loudly, as if he's "returning as the king."

"Mr. Tang, congratulations! It seems like this deal is really in the bag." The bank representative next to him complimented.

"No, no, it's all a misunderstanding." Tang Jun waved his hand, his eyes narrowing into slits with a smile. "President Lin is still very sensible. Young people like him, before was just to attract attention. Now, let's sit down and make money together, that's the right way."

He glanced at the stage.

The huge LED screen is currently in standby mode with a black screen.

Tang Jun subconsciously touched his phone in his pocket, where there was a text message notification that the transfer had been successful yesterday.

That was his talisman, and also Lin Che's weakness.

Once Lin Che accepts the money, they're all in the same boat.

If anyone dares to say anything out of line today, we'll all die.

Therefore, the Tang army was certain that Lin Che dared not act.

"Distinguished guests, friends from the media."

The host's voice rang out, "Next, please welcome Mr. Lin Che, founder of Weiguang Technology, to continue releasing the second part of the 'Weiguang Financial Security White Paper'—'Industry Risk Perspective'."

Sparse applause broke out.

Lin Che walked out from behind the curtain.

He was dressed very formally today, in a dark black suit, a white shirt, and no tie.

His steps were steady, and he wore an enigmatic smile.

He walked to the front of the stage, his gaze passing over the dark mass of people and landing precisely on the man in the red suit in the first row.

Tang Jun raised an eyebrow at him and even gave him a thumbs up, indicating "follow the script".

Lin Che nodded.

He took the remote control out of his pocket and gently rubbed the cold buttons with his thumb.

"Yesterday, President Tang told me that I must 'mention' the Treasure Bowl properly at today's meeting."

Lin Che spoke into the microphone, his voice gentle and clear, "Since President Tang is so sincere, let's start with the Treasure Bowl."

Tang Jun's smile instantly blossomed to its fullest extent, and he even prepared to stand up and accept the applause from the entire audience.

"Click".

Lin Che pressed the button.

The soft sound was particularly crisp in the quiet meeting room.

The large screen lights up.

The first page of the PPT prominently features the huge, gleaming golden logo of the "Treasure Bowl".

Tang Jun was about to applaud.

However, the next second, a line of blood-red headlines, like a sharp sword, pierced fiercely into that logo:

[A panoramic view of the massive illegal fundraising and money laundering scheme]

Tang Jun's mouth, which hadn't even closed yet, instantly froze into a comical circle.

The light in his eyes went out.