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

Anju Apartment Headquarters, late at night.

The ashtray was piled high with cigarette butts.

"Where's the money? Why hasn't the bridging loan I requested arrived yet?"

Jia Yue's eyes were red, and his tie was ripped and twisted, making him look like a gambler who had just lost everything.

He slammed his fist on the table, the solid wood surface making a dull "bang" sound.

The CFO huddled in a corner, clutching a report tightly in his hand, his face deathly pale: "President Jia, it's hopeless. With the launch of Weiguang's 'no deposit' policy, three thousand people have cancelled their leases today alone. Our cash flow... has dried up."

"It's broken?"

Jia Yue suddenly rushed over, grabbed the CFO by the collar, and spat in his face. "If you're cut off funding, borrow! Move it! What about the rent we collected before? What about the renovation costs? Move it over to settle the accounts for the Series D financing!"

"That's a crime..."

"Shut up!"

Jia Yue shoved him onto the sofa, his eyes contorted with malice. "As soon as the Series D funding arrives, with three billion US dollars, all the holes will be filled! Just hold on until tomorrow! Once the signing ceremony is over tomorrow, we'll be alive!"

He took a black briefcase from the drawer and slammed it heavily onto the coffee table.

The box popped open, revealing bundles of dark red cash.

"Take this."

Jia Yue's voice was hoarse, revealing the ruthlessness of a desperate man. "Go and deal with the people on the audit side, make them cover up those hundreds of millions of yuan in holes. I want to see a clean audit report by 10 a.m. tomorrow."

The CFO looked at the box of money, then at Jia Yue's murderous eyes, and tremblingly reached out his hand.

Jia Yue watched his retreating figure and lit his last cigarette.

My hands are shaking.

But he told himself that this was just the darkness before dawn.

As long as he signs his name tomorrow, he will still be the father of the multi-billion dollar unicorn.

……

Beijing, Xicheng District.

An inconspicuous courtyard house.

There was no sign.

There were only two guards in plainclothes at the entrance, their waists bulging.

In the tea room, only the bubbling sound of boiling water could be heard.

Lin Che sat on a rosewood armchair, opposite a middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit.

The man's temples were gray, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's as he toyed with two walnuts in his hand.

That's the real key figure in the regulatory body.

The "gatekeepers" who hold the power of life and death in the financial world.

"I heard you've turned the rental market upside down?"

The middle-aged man took a sip of tea, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger, "No deposit required, monthly payments, Lin Che, you're cutting off your competitors' livelihood."

"I'm cutting off their path to death."

Lin Che put down his teacup, took out a thick document from his briefcase, and handed it over with both hands.

The document cover has no title, only a red top-secret stamp.

"What is this?" The middle-aged man didn't answer.

"The real account book of Anju Apartments".

Lin Che's voice was very soft, yet it resounded like thunder in the tea room.

"The Abyss system tracked the flow of every penny of their funds. Jia Yue diverted the annual rent payments from tenants to speculate on real estate, and also diverted renovation funds to fill the holes in P2P lending. Anju Apartments is now just an empty shell of a Ponzi scheme."

Lin Che opened the document and pointed to one of the charts.

"They're going to sign the Series D funding agreement tomorrow morning at 10 a.m. Once that $3 billion goes in, it'll be like throwing good money after bad. When that happens, it won't just be the tenants who will be affected, but also more than a dozen banks and state-owned funds."

The middle-aged man stopped moving.

The walnut in my hand stopped spinning.

In fact, the regulators had noticed the anomaly long ago, but they had been struggling to find concrete evidence.

The document Lin Che delivered even included the original bank statements, making it as complete as a confession written by someone inside the Anju Apartment complex.

"What do you want to do?" The middle-aged man raised his eyelids, his gaze fixed intently on Lin Che. "Borrow my knife to kill your men?"

"No."

Lin Che met his gaze, his eyes frighteningly open.

"I'm here to hand you the knife."

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the century-old locust tree in the yard.

"Cutting this cancer now will only hurt for a moment, but if it gets funding and continues to snowball, it will explode again next year, which will be a septicemia of the entire financial system."

Lin Che turned around and said, slowly and deliberately:

"A short, sharp pain is worse than a long, drawn-out one."

The middle-aged man remained silent for a long time.

The tea has gone cold.

Finally, he picked up the document and pressed the red phone on the table.

"Prepare the vehicles. Notify the Economic Crime Investigation Division that everyone is to assemble at 9:00 AM tomorrow."

Lin Che bowed slightly, picked up his coat, and walked outside.

"Lin Che".

A middle-aged man's voice came from behind, "This knife is too sharp, be careful not to hurt your hand."

Lin Che paused slightly, but did not turn around.

"I'm a doctor; I only remove tumors, I don't damage the tissue."

……

The following day, at 10:00 AM. The banquet hall of the Park Hyatt Hotel.

Anju Apartments Series D financing signing ceremony.

Flowers adorn the landscape, and oil is poured into a raging fire.

Jia Yue was wearing a custom-made white suit, and his hair was neatly combed.

He stood under the spotlight, his smile as radiant as a wedding groom.

The audience was filled with big names from the investment world.

As long as he signs the contract, three billion US dollars will be injected into the dying veins of Anju Apartments.

Thank you for your support.

Jia Yue picked up the gold pen, his palms sweaty. "The future of Anju Apartments will be..."

boom!

The banquet hall doors were pushed open forcefully.

The loud noise interrupted Jia Yue's speech. Everyone turned around in astonishment.

Two rows of uniformed economic crime investigators strode in. Their blue uniforms looked out of place in the magnificent banquet hall, yet they exuded a chilling aura.

The police officer leading the team walked straight to the stage.

Who is Jia Yue?

The gold pen in Jia Yue's hand fell to the table with a "clatter," and the ink splattered onto the pristine white contract like a drop of tainted blood.

"I...I am...what are you doing here...?"

"Jia Yue, you are suspected of illegal fundraising, misappropriation of funds, and embezzlement. Come with us."

The officer brandished the arrest warrant, the cold handcuffs gleaming under the light.

"It's a misunderstanding! This is a misunderstanding!"

Jia Yue looked frantically at the investors below the stage, "President Li! President Wang! Please say something for me! This is a trap set by our competitors! It's Lin Che! It must be Lin Che!"

No one spoke.

The investors who were originally preparing to sign the documents now looked ashen-faced, quickly stuffing the contracts into their bags as if they wanted to avoid them at all costs.

Behind the police, the CFO was escorted in by two SWAT officers.

He kept his head down, his hands wearing the same handcuffs.

The moment Jia Yue saw the CFO, his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground.

It’s over.

It's all over.

He peered through the gaps in the crowd and saw the railing on the second floor of the banquet hall.

There was a person standing there.

Wearing a black trench coat and holding a glass of champagne, he looked down at the farce.

Lin Che.

He just stood there quietly, his face expressionless.

There was neither the jubilation of a victor nor the mockery of someone kicking someone when they're down.

That look in his eyes was like looking at a fly that had been swatted dead on a wall.

Jia Yue suddenly understood.

From the exit of Weiguang from the market, to shorting CDS, and now to today's thunderous strike.

This is not a business war at all.

This was a meticulously planned execution.

The police grabbed Jia Yue and dragged him outside.

As Jia Yue passed below the second-floor railing, he stared intently at the figure above and roared at the top of his lungs, "Lin Che! You'll die a horrible death! I'll be waiting for you in hell!"

Lin Che did not speak.

He simply raised his glass and made a slight "toasting" gesture in the direction Jia Yue was being dragged away.

Then, drink the wine in the glass in one gulp.