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

The banquet hall was deathly silent.

The breaths of more than 500 people seemed to stop at the same moment, with only the air conditioning vents tirelessly delivering cold air, chilling people to the bone.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the huge LED screen at the back of the stage, as if they were nailed to it.

There was no "strategic cooperation" or "strong alliance" as expected; there was only a shocking red background with black text, like a verdict just torn off a corpse.

[A panoramic view of a massive illegal fundraising and money laundering scheme: taking Jubao Pen as an example]

"Click."

I don't know which reporter's camera shutter clicked first.

Then came a torrent of camera shutter clicks.

The flashes of light turned the room into daylight, making the man in the red suit in the front row look like a clown stripped naked.

Tang Jun remained in that half-open mouth, ready to clap.

But his once ruddy face was now visibly losing its color, turning into a deathly pale ashes.

His pupils contracted sharply, as if he had seen a ghost.

"What...what is this...?"

Tang Jun made a gurgling sound in his throat, his mind going blank.

On stage, Lin Che held a page-turning pen, his expression as calm as if he were giving a university open lecture.

"Just like everyone can see."

Lin Che's voice, clear and cold, pierced everyone's ears through the speakers: "President Tang specifically instructed me yesterday to make sure that the data on the Treasure Basin is explained thoroughly and in depth. Since President Tang spent so much money on 'public relations,' I naturally can't be perfunctory."

"Whoosh—"

The audience finally erupted in chaos.

"Public relations? What do you mean? Are you saying the Tang army offered bribes?"

"My God, this chart... the flow of funds is terrifying!"

"Take a picture! This is breaking news!"

Lin Che ignored the commotion below the stage and pressed the page-turning button again with his thumb.

The screen then switched to a densely packed tree diagram.

"This is what Jubaopen claims to be its 'high-quality assets'." Lin Che drew a circle on the big screen with his infrared laser pointer. "There are a total of 3,200 borrowing companies, but I checked and found that 2,800 of them are registered at the same address next to a public toilet in a remote mountainous area."

"coax--"

The audience erupted in gasps and laughter.

"That's not even the most exciting part."

Lin Che's speech quickened, and his style became sharper.

"These 30 billion yuan did not flow into any real economy, but were transferred through these two..." The laser pointer pointed to the two nodes at the top, "...shell companies named 'Shuntong Technology' and 'Hongtu GG', after four layers of transfers, all of which were deposited into an offshore account located in the Cayman Islands."

The screen changes again.

This time, it was a huge screenshot of a bank statement.

The document clearly shows where the funds ultimately went: luxury home purchases, private jet maintenance fees, and casino chip exchange records.

Although half of the account holder's name was blurred, anyone who isn't blind can recognize who it is by the initials TANG. J and the last four digits of their ID card number.

"President Tang."

Lin Che turned off the laser pointer, placed his hands on the podium, leaned forward, and looked down at the man below who was already trembling all over.

"This is what you wanted me to 'mention'."

"This is the 'financial innovation' you're so proud of—taking the retirement money of millions of ordinary people to gamble in Las Vegas and buy villas in Beverly Hills."

"How was it? Was I detailed enough?"

"Bang!"

A loud bang came from the first row.

Tang Jun suddenly kicked over the chair in front of him, and his whole body sprang up.

"You...you're talking nonsense!"

Tang Jun's features were contorted with extreme fear and rage. He pointed at Lin Che on the stage, his fingers trembling as if he were playing a guitar. "Lin Che! You tricked me! You took my money! That two hundred million! You took that two hundred million!"

He's crazy.

Under extreme stimulation, he even forgot that he was in a public place and shouted out the most unspeakable secret.

The reporters in the audience were so excited they almost fainted.

Huge bombshell! A truly shocking bombshell!

"A bribe of 200 million?"

"A counterattack on the spot? That's so exciting!"

Faced with Tang Jun's hysteria, Lin Che's expression remained unchanged, even showing a hint of pity.

"Mr. Tang has a good memory, there are indeed two hundred million."

Lin Che waved to the backstage area.

The large screen switched again.

What was displayed this time was a high-resolution scan of the 200 million yuan check, and... a bank deposit slip next to it.

The receiving account on the receipt clearly stated: [Weiguang Technology - Police Case-Related Funds Supervision Account].

In the remarks section, there were eight bold, printed characters: "[Illegal proceeds, temporarily held pending payment]".

"The moment you handed me this check, it became evidence in court."

Lin Che's voice was as cold as ice, "Tang Jun, do you think money can buy everything? Do you think everyone is like you, greedy for money and without any moral compass?"

"No."

Lin Che shook his head. "Some things cannot be sold, such as conscience, such as the livelihood of millions of families."

At this moment, the light and shadow behind Lin Che seemed to be stretched out, and the sense of judgment from the moral high ground made everyone present feel suffocated.

Tang Jun stared blankly at the receipt on the screen.

The words "supervisory account" were like a heavy hammer, shattering his last shred of hope.

It’s over.

It's completely over.

This is not a business game, and this is not a case of double-crossing.

This is entrapment. This is meant to forever shame him, ensuring he can never rise again!

"ah--!!!"

Tang Jun suddenly let out a beast-like howl.

That voice was filled with despair, resentment, and madness.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the last thread of his reason snapped completely at that moment.

"Lin Che! I'll kill you!"

Amidst everyone's horrified gazes, the man in the red suit, like a mad bull driven to the brink, pushed aside those trying to stop him and charged madly toward the stage!

The scene instantly descended into chaos.

Screams, the sound of tables and chairs falling over, and the shouts of security guards filled the air.

But Lin Che stood on the stage, not taking a single step back.

He looked at the Tang soldiers charging towards him as if they were dead, wandering ghosts.

On the big screen, the infamous financial chart was still flashing, a glaring red, as red as blood.

This is not just a death sentence for the treasure bowl.

This is the funeral of an entire era of madness.

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