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

Beijing Municipal Government, Third Conference Room.

Six o'clock in the morning.

It was still dark, and the incandescent lights in the conference room were blindingly white.

Five or six leaders from relevant departments sat at one end of the long table, their faces solemn, and the cigarette butts in the ashtray were piled up like a small mountain.

At the other end sat Jia Yue.

He seemed to have aged ten years overnight.

The expensive white suit was wrinkled and dusty, and the tie was loose and hanging around his neck like a noose to strangle him.

Even with two bailiffs sitting next to him, his eyes still revealed a frenzied, desperate struggle.

The door opened.

A cold wind blew in, carrying the scent of snowflakes.

Lin Che walked in. Behind him were Xie Yu and a whole team of lawyers.

The leather shoes made a dull, rhythmic sound as they stepped on the composite floor.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Every sound felt like stepping on Jia Yue's heartbeat.

"They're here."

The leader presiding over the meeting stubbed out his cigarette, his voice hoarse, "Now that everyone is here, let's begin. You all know the current situation. It's still snowing outside, and tens of thousands of people are waiting to be resettled. What we need is speed, the fastest solution."

Jia Yue suddenly raised his head and stared intently at Lin Che.

"Lin Che! You won!"

He braced his hands on the table, the handcuffs clanging against the surface. "Weiguang wants to take over, right? Fine! All the assets of Anju Apartments, all the properties, all the renovations and equipment—I'll give them to you! As long as you assume that 3 billion debt, I'll sign immediately!"

The bailiff held him down by the shoulder.

Jia Yue struggled, his eyes bloodshot: "Thirty billion is nothing to you! We have 150 billion in the Weiguang account! If you're willing to take on this debt, I, Jia Yue, will owe you my life!"

The meeting room was quiet.

The leaders turned their attention to Lin Che.

Although they disliked Jia Yue, if Weiguang could take over all the debts, it would undoubtedly be the perfect ending—the bank's bad debts would be cleared, the tenants would be stabilized, and social conflicts would be resolved.

Lin Che pulled out a chair and sat down.

He didn't look at Jia Yue, but slowly unbuttoned his black coat, took it off, and handed it to Xie Yu behind him.

Then, he took out an agreement that was only three pages long from his briefcase.

"I think you've got one thing wrong."

Lin Che raised his eyelids, his dark eyes devoid of any warmth. "I'm here to buy meat, not that pile of rotten offal."

He gently pushed the agreement away.

"Weiguang only acquires the leasing rights to prime properties in first-tier cities under Anju Apartments. As for the 3 billion yuan debt, the fraudulent contracts created to defraud loans, and the exorbitant penalties you promised landlords..."

Lin Che leaned back in his chair, a faint smile curving his lips.

"That's your problem. You can pay it back slowly in prison."

"You're dreaming!!"

Jia Yue roared like a mad dog whose tail had been stepped on, "Take the assets without incurring any debt? You want to eat the meat and throw the bones at me? That's impossible! I won't sign! If I don't sign, you won't get a single house!"

The expressions of the bank representatives standing nearby changed.

One of the leaders frowned: "President Lin, this... if the debt isn't resolved, it'll be very difficult for the bank. Could we find a compromise?"

"compromise?"

Lin Che turned his head and looked at the leader.

"The current situation is that he is trying to survive, not that I am trying to buy."

Lin Che pointed out the window.

"In two hours, it will be dawn. The tenants who have been freezing all night will storm into the city government and also into the headquarters of Anju Apartments. If the properties are not handed over immediately and Weiguang takes over the operation, violent clashes will occur by noon at the latest."

He paused, his voice as cold as ice, "Back then, the assets of Anju Apartments were just a pile of worthless paper. Since they were worthless paper, why should I spend money on them?"

The leader remained silent.

The air was so thick it was suffocating.

Everyone knew that Lin Che was telling the truth.

He is now the sole buyer, and he has absolute pricing power.

"But..." Jia Yue trembled, his teeth chattering, "Then how much money are you going to give me? I spent a billion yuan just on the renovations of those houses..."

"Three-fold discount".

Lin Che held up three fingers.

"What?!" Jia Yue's eyes widened as if he had heard a fairy tale. "A 30% discount? That's robbery! That's my hard-earned money!"

"That's 30% of net worth."

Lin Che added, as if rubbing salt into the wound, "After deducting depreciation, legal risk premiums, and the operating costs of Microlight cleaning up the mess, it comes out to be about 1.5% of the original price."

A collective gasp filled the conference room.

Even the economic crime investigation captain, who was used to seeing all sorts of things, twitched at the corner of his eye.

This is hardly a savior.

This is clearly a wicked demon that eats people without spitting out the bones.

"I won't sign... I'd rather die than sign..." Jia Yue slumped in his chair, muttering to himself.

"You don't have to sign."

Lin Che glanced at his watch, stood up, and said, "I have plenty of time to wait. It will take about two years for the court to complete the bankruptcy liquidation process. During these two years, you will stay in the detention center, watching those houses fall into disrepair and watching your sentence increase from ten years to life imprisonment."

He turned to leave.

"etc!"

The leader presiding over the meeting became anxious.

If they don't sign, today's stability maintenance mission will have completely failed.

He looked at Jia Yue, his eyes hardening: "Jia Yue, this is your last chance to redeem yourself. If you sign, at least some of the funds can be recovered to compensate the victims, and your sentence can be taken into consideration. If you don't sign..."

The rest of the words were left unsaid, but the meaning was clear.

If they don't sign, it's considered resisting law enforcement, which means certain death.

Jia Yue raised his head, trembling, and looked at the black figure that had already walked to the door.

That figure stood tall and aloof, as if he had never considered him an opponent.

"I...I'll sign."

Jia Yue's voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's buzz.

Two streams of tears flowed down his cheeks, dripping onto his dusty suit.

Xie Yu stepped forward and handed him the pen.

rustling.

The sound of signing was particularly jarring in the deathly silent room.

That's the sound of capital's meat grinder crushing bones.

With the final stroke, the Anju Apartment building completely collapsed.

The faint light has officially swallowed up the city's most essential residential resources.

Lin Che stopped in his tracks.

He didn't turn around, but just turned his face slightly to the side.

"Xie Yu, arrange for someone to change the locks. Tell the tenants that as long as they have Anju's contract, Weiguang will acknowledge the debt, waive the deposit, and they can sign a new contract."

"Yes!" Xie Yu's voice was loud and clear, filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Lin Che pushed open the door.

The cold wind in the corridor ruffled the corner of his clothes.

Behind him, Jia Yue lay on the table, letting out desperate cries.

The cries echoed in the empty corridor, like a lament for this barbaric era.

Lin Che closed the folder and gently patted the newly signed "Asset Transfer Agreement".

"The so-called savior."

He muttered to himself as he stepped into the elevator.

"He's just a butcher who eats with a better attitude."