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

National Convention Center, Hall 3.

This place can hold two thousand people, and it's packed to capacity today.

There was no red carpet, no flashbulbs, and no screaming fans.

There was only suffocating silence.

Those sitting in the audience represent half of China's entertainment industry.

The attendees included owners of major film and television companies, top agents, theater managers, and even a few independent producers who had just returned from that "cancellation hall."

They all kept their heads down, and no one whispered to each other.

The air was filled with a solemnity, as if one were attending a funeral.

The heating in the lobby is not turned up high enough.

Everyone wrapped themselves tightly in their coats, but still felt cold.

Da, da, da.

Footsteps came from backstage, amplified by loudspeakers, striking everyone's hearts like war drums.

Lin Che walked onto the stage.

He didn't bring a speech or even a microphone.

He was wearing a headset, his hands in his pockets, standing in front of a huge black LED screen.

There was only a white logo on the screen: Glimmer.

"Is everyone here?"

Lin Che's voice was very soft.

No one in the audience dared to respond; only a few suppressed coughs could be heard.

"very good."

Lin Che nodded, his gaze sweeping across the entire room like a searchlight.

"Today, I've invited everyone here not to talk about art or dreams."

He snapped his fingers.

Snapped.

The huge black screen behind them lit up instantly.

It's not a PowerPoint presentation, but a complex, flowing blue data model.

Countless lines weave across the screen, connecting each node.

"This is Microlight's latest financial system – the Transparent Billing System."

Lin Che pointed at the screen.

"From today onwards, all projects that want to receive investment from Weiguang, all dramas that want to be streamed on Weiguang Video, and all companies that want to collaborate with Weiguang artists..."

"We must connect to this system."

Whoosh—!

There was finally some movement from the audience.

A commotion spread like waves.

The business owners looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear and resistance.

Accessing the system?

What does that mean?

It means to expose one's own accounts and even one's underwear to the glimmer of hope!

"Every penny," Lin Che's voice cut through the commotion, "from the boxed lunches bought by the crew to the wages of the extras, and then to the payment path for the lead actor's fee."

"Real-time uploads are mandatory, with full-chain traceability."

"In this system, there is no shady accounting like 'advertising expenses,' nor is there room for 'dual contracts.'"

"Once the system detects abnormal fund flows or forged invoices..."

Lin Che paused for a moment, his eyes turning extremely dangerous.

"Funds frozen, projects halted, and related personnel blacklisted from the industry."

"permanent."

……

A portly coal mine owner suddenly loosened his tie, his face turning a deep purplish-red.

"This...how can this be? Wouldn't that mean there's no profit at all? If the water is too clear, there will be no fish!"

Several production managers, accustomed to taking kickbacks, had their water bottles crushed in their hands.

They looked at each other and saw the despair in each other's eyes.

This is tantamount to taking away their livelihood.

The hum of electricity in the hall seemed to grow louder, crackling like countless greedy worms being electrocuted.

……

"I refuse to accept this!"

Finally, someone stood up.

He is Mr. Zhang, the general manager of a long-established film and television company in the south.

He's been in the industry for thirty years, and his success is all thanks to his "flexible operations".

"Mr. Lin, this is an unfair contract term!"

Mr. Zhang pointed at Lin Che on the stage, his finger trembling. "This is a trade secret! Why should we show you our cards? You're trying to establish a dictatorship! You're stifling the industry's vitality!"

"vitality?"

Lin Che looked at him with a playful expression.

"What you call 'vitality' is just falsifying accounts? Money laundering? Laundering investors' money into your own pocket?"

"I..." Mr. Zhang stammered, but still tried to sound tough. "This is industry practice! Too much purity goes to waste! If you do things like this, nobody will want to work with you!"

"Yeah?"

Lin Che turned around and looked at the screen.

"Abyss, search for Mr. Zhang's company."

The blue data stream on the screen instantly converged and turned into a red warning chart.

"Zhang XX has 12 affiliated companies. Over the past three years, there have been three instances of publicity and marketing expenses totaling 4000 million yuan with unclear whereabouts, which were deposited into his personal overseas account."

Lin Che read the data on the screen in a calm tone, as if he were reading a menu.

The audience was completely silent.

Mr. Zhang's face turned deathly pale instantly, and he was drenched in sweat.

He hadn't expected that Weiguang's intelligence capabilities would be so terrifying.

"Since Mr. Zhang feels this is an unfair contract term."

Lin Che waved his hand.

"Then I won't force you."

"System, block."

On the screen, the name of Mr. Zhang's company was covered by a huge red "BLOCK".

"From this moment forward, all platforms, artists, and cinemas under Weiguang are prohibited from engaging in any business dealings with Mr. Zhang's company."

"I won't sell him even a movie ticket."

thump.

Mr. Zhang slumped into his chair.

He knew he was finished.

In this era where Weiguang has monopolized half the market, being blacklisted by Weiguang is tantamount to a death sentence.

Without funds, distribution channels, or actors, his company wouldn't survive more than three months.

"Is there anyone else who disagrees?"

Lin Che turned around and looked at the two thousand pale faces below the stage.

No one speaks.

You can't even hear them breathing.

Those who had just wanted to join in the commotion now all buried their heads in their crotches, afraid of being called out by Lin Che.

This is a display of power.

No weapons are needed; just a single piece of data or a single sentence can determine the life or death of a financial tycoon.

"very good."

Lin Che nodded in satisfaction.

"It seems that everyone has reached a consensus."

"Since you've agreed, then sign it."

Staff members filed out, handing out thick copies of the "Microlight Transparent Billing Access Agreement" to everyone.

The scratching sound of pens filled the air.

That was the sound of the old order collapsing.

It is also the foundation-laying ceremony for the establishment of a new order.

Lin Che stood on the stage, watching this scene unfold.

He recalled the ugly faces of these people at the dinner table in his previous life, boasting about how to falsify accounts, how to deceive investors, and how to sexually harass actresses.

Now, they all lowered their heads.

Like a herd of tamed wild beasts, they donned collars crafted from shimmering light.

"These are the rules."

Lin Che thought to himself.

He not only wants to make money, but he also wants to reshape the backbone of this industry.

Although the methods were authoritarian, he believed that this authoritarianism was far cleaner than that chaotic "freedom".

Twenty minutes later.

All agreements have been signed.

The data stream on the big screen started jumping wildly.

Financial data from various companies began to be connected to the main server of Weiguang. Blue dots lit up on the map, forming a huge network of light.

That was a completely transparent chart of capital flows.

Every penny that went was under Lin Che's watchful eye.

"This is the true God's perspective."

Lin Che felt the thrill of being in control of everything.

He raised his hand and pointed to the huge, faintly glowing logo on the screen.

"Everyone."

Welcome to the new era.

"In this era, as long as you follow the rules, Weiguang will allow you to earn more money than before."

"But if anyone tries to do something under my nose..."

Lin Che smiled.

That smile was colder than the winter chill outside.

"General Manager Zhang is a role model."

The meeting adjourned.

The crowd dispersed silently, no one dared to make a sound, and everyone walked cautiously, as if the ground was covered with landmines.

Lin Che stood alone on the empty stage.

The light from the screen behind him cast a long, long shadow of his back.

Like a lonely tyrant.

He also resembles a stern legislator.

"Brother Che."

Xie Yu came out from behind the curtain and handed over a bottle of water. His palms were sweaty.

"This move... is too ruthless; it's like seizing their lifeline."

"Only by controlling their vital points will they obey."

Lin Che unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip of water.

"The puzzle of the entertainment industry is now complete."

He looked at the network on the screen, which was now fully lit up.

Next.

It's time to put this giant money-printing machine at full speed.

But what he didn't know was...

On the other side of the distant ocean, a storm caused by the flapping of a butterfly's wings is quietly taking shape.

The assets have been overstepped.

When a person's wealth and influence are great enough to set industry rules, he is no longer just a businessman.

He is a threat.