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

"Stop him! Stop him now!"

The shouts of the venue security guards were drowned out by the chaotic screams.

Tang Jun, like a wild boar out of control, knocked over the camera tripod in front of him and rushed onto the half-meter-high stage.

His goal was clear—the young man standing in the light and shadow who personally sent him to hell.

"Go to hell!!"

Tang Jun roared and reached out to grab Lin Che's collar.

His fingernails were congested and purple from the excessive force, and were less than ten centimeters away from Lin Che's neck.

Those in the audience who were too timid had already covered their eyes.

However, Lin Che didn't even blink.

He didn't even flinch, but simply watched the approaching hand silently, his eyes filled with a cold indifference bordering on pity.

"Bang!"

Just as Tang Jun's fingers were about to touch Lin Che's trench coat collar, a dark figure suddenly darted out from the side.

That was an undercover police officer.

Standard grappling technique.

Sidestep, chokehold, trip, press down.

This set of movements was so fluid and fast that it was impossible to see them clearly.

"Thump!"

A dull thud that made your teeth ache.

The once arrogant Tang Jun was now firmly pressed to the hard floor of the stage.

That usually well-maintained face was roughly pressed against the wooden floor, its features distorted and deformed. The expensive red suit was instantly covered in dust, making it look like a comical clown.

"Don't move! Police!"

Three more plainclothes officers rushed up and pinned down the Tang soldiers' limbs.

"Click."

The sound of silver handcuffs tightening around wrists was amplified countless times by the sound system through the microphone that had fallen to the ground, clearly resonating throughout every corner of the venue.

The sharp crack was like a thunderclap, completely shattering the psychological defenses of everyone present.

The entire room fell silent.

Only Tang Jun's heavy breathing and unwilling growls could be heard: "Let me go! I'm Tang Jun! I'm a businessman! I have billions... You can't arrest me! It's a frame-up! Lin Che framed me!"

"Tang Jun, you are suspected of major crimes including illegally absorbing public deposits, fundraising fraud, and commercial bribery. You are now under criminal detention in accordance with the law."

The officer in charge pulled out his police ID and detention warrant from his pocket, showing them to Tang Jun. His voice was cold and hard as iron, "This is an arrest warrant. If you have anything to say, go back to the station."

This scene was simultaneously transmitted to every corner of the internet via dozens of live-streaming cameras.

The barrage of comments exploded instantly.

Countless investors watching the live stream felt like the sky had fallen at that moment.

It’s over.

The owner of the treasure bowl has been arrested.

The money is gone.

"ah--!!!"

Suddenly, a heart-wrenching cry came from below the stage.

It was a middle-aged woman who had sneaked in. She was originally a so-called "VIP customer" of Jubaopen. At this moment, when she saw Tang Jun being handcuffed on the stage, her eyes rolled back and she fainted.

But this is just the beginning.

The scene was in complete chaos.

"Quickly! Redeem them now!"

"Jubao Pen is finished! What about the other platforms? I don't think XX Loan is reliable either!"

"Run! Run!"

Panic spread through the population at the speed of light, like a plague.

Those fintech tycoons who were just moments ago dressed in suits and chatting amiably are now ashen-faced, frantically pulling out their phones to call their companies.

"Quickly! Stop lending! Lock up the funds!"

"What? The server crashed? Then unplug the network cable!"

And in the center of the stage, at the heart of that chaotic vortex.

Lin Che was still standing there.

He straightened the corner of his clothes that had been lifted by the wind and looked down at Tang Jun, who was lying at his feet.

Tang Jun struggled to lift his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Lin Che, his lips trembling as he stammered, "Lin...Lin Che...you...you're so cruel..."

Lin Che bent down and picked up the microphone that had fallen to the ground.

He turned off all the background music.

"Is it harsh?"

Lin Che's voice rang out in the noisy venue. It wasn't loud, but it had a strange penetrating power that instantly quieted the surrounding chaos.

"Mr. Tang, when you took those elderly people's life savings to gamble in Macau, did you ever think about how ruthless you could be?"

"When you know the funding chain has dried up, but you still spend tens of millions to trick the last batch of people into taking over the losses, have you ever thought about being ruthless?"

Lin Che straightened up and refused to look at him again.

"take away."

Police escorted Tang Jun, dragging him off the stage in a disheveled state under the glare of countless flashing lights.

The man who was once known as the "Godfather of Internet Finance" was dragged off the stage of history like a dead dog.

With Tang Jun's departure, Lin Che became the sole focus on the stage.

But he did not step down.

He stood in front of the huge LED screen, the red "money laundering route map" behind him still shocking.

He looked at the panicked faces below the stage, at his colleagues who were hysterically yelling into their phones, and at the investors who were already rushing towards the exit.

This collapse was orchestrated by him.

But he felt no remorse. The foundation of the building had long been rotten; he was merely the one who gave it a push.

"Everyone."

Lin Che raised the microphone.

The crowd, who were about to flee, instinctively stopped and turned to look at him.

"I know you're all panicking right now, and I also know that from this moment on, trust has become a luxury in the financial world."

Lin Che paused, his gaze sweeping across the camera lens.

He knew that millions of desperate eyes were watching him on the screen at that moment.

"Jubaobao is just the first domino to fall. Next, Ezubao, Fanya... even those small platforms on your phones that you've never even heard of will explode one after another."

A collective gasp rippled through the audience.

Someone cried out in despair, "Mr. Lin! What do we do? What about our money? It's our whole family's savings!"

"Good question."

Lin Che pressed the page turner.

The bloody crime scene behind him disappeared.

Instead, there is a clean, simple QR code emitting a faint blue light, along with that familiar glowing slogan:

[WePay - Every penny here is visible]

"The avalanche has already begun."

Lin Che's voice was calm and resolute, like the only lighthouse shining in a storm.

"The old era is over. The days of exploiting people by deceiving, bluffing, and taking advantage of information asymmetry are over."

He reached out and pointed to the QR code behind him.

"Weiguang Wallet has opened an 'emergency risk avoidance channel.' All assets verified through Weiguang's 'whitelist' and all funds entering the Weiguang custody system will be provided with full liquidity support."

"We don't promise 20% high interest rates; that's poison that will kill you."

"But we promise—"

Lin Che's gaze pierced through the lens, looking directly into people's hearts.

Your principal will always be there.

At that moment, the man in the black suit standing on the ruins was no longer a businessman.

In the eyes of desperate stock market investors, he became their only Noah's Ark.

"Those who want to live."

Lin Che put down the microphone and left with his last words.

"Run this way."