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

The computer is an old Lenovo business machine.

But Lin Che didn't care.

As long as there's internet, this old computer is the key to a god-like perspective.

He entered a 32-bit key in the black DOS interface.

Press Enter.

The screen flickered.

Then, countless streams of red and green data poured down like a waterfall, instantly filling the entire screen.

There is no graphical interface, and no user-friendly UI.

Only raw code and jumping numbers.

Director Song stood behind him, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

He doesn't understand.

But he could sense that the data was flowing at an abnormally fast speed.

"What are you doing? Hacking into the U.S. Department of Defense?"

Director Song made a sarcastic remark.

"I'm taking the pulse of this country's economy."

Lin Che didn't even turn his head.

His fingers flew across the keyboard, so fast that only afterimages could be seen.

The crackling and pounding sounds, like rapid drumbeats, echoed in the deathly silent interrogation room.

"alright."

Lin Che stopped.

Finally, I pressed the space bar.

The waterfall on the screen froze instantly.

Then, in just two seconds, it reassembles, builds, and renders.

A huge, complex map of China, resembling a neural network, appeared on the screen.

It is not an administrative map.

It's a heat map of funds.

The red lines represent capital inflows.

Green indicates capital outflow.

The dense network of lines connects every province, every city, and even every large enterprise.

Director Song's pupils contracted sharply.

Even though he was a layman, he was stunned by the visual impact.

This doesn't seem like commercial software.

This resembles a situational awareness system in a combat command center.

"What is this?" Director Song's voice turned somber.

"The God's-eye view of the Abyss system."

Lin Che pointed at the screen.

"Director Song, what you're looking at is the financial report, dead data that's a month behind. I'm looking at the cash flow, the living blood that's beating every second."

"For example, this one."

Lin Che pointed his finger to the northwest corner of the screen.

Inner Mongolia region.

There is a red dot there.

The color was a deep purple, like a bruise.

Moreover, it is expanding and shimmering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What is this?" Director Song leaned closer.

"A bank."

Lin Che's voice was cold.

"A city commercial bank with assets exceeding 500 billion yuan."

Director Song was taken aback for a moment: "I know this company. Its financial statements are very impressive, and it has been rated as an excellent asset for three consecutive years."

"Financial statements are drawn up for idiots."

Lin Che sneered.

"My system has extracted its interbank lending data from the past six months, and its cost of funds is 200 basis points higher than the market average. What does this mean?"

Director Song remained silent.

He's an expert; he understands.

This means that the bank is desperately short of money and is willing to take out high-interest loans to stay afloat.

"It's a black hole."

Lin Che stared at the red dot.

"Its major shareholder emptied tens of billions of yuan through shell companies, and now the cover-up can no longer be kept."

"impossible."

Director Song subconsciously retorted.

"The regulators received no warning."

"Because the data is lying."

Lin Che turned his head and looked at Director Song.

His eyes were sharp as knives.

"But the flow of funds doesn't lie; I can see where the money goes."

"Director Song, the candlestick chart you're seeing is from the past."

"The red dot I see represents the present moment."

The interrogation room fell silent.

All that remained was the buzzing sound of the computer's main unit fan.

Director Song stared intently at the red dot.

If Lin Che's statement is true, it would be a nuclear bomb in the history of Chinese finance.

A bank with assets of 500 billion yuan has collapsed?

This could trigger a chain reaction and even lead to regional systemic risks.

"You're exaggerating."

Director Song gritted his teeth.

"You want to trade your life for fake data?"

"We'll find out soon enough whether it's fake or not."

Lin Che glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the screen.

2019 5 Month 24 Day.

8:10 PM.

Memories flooded back like a tide.

In my past life, tonight was the moment when thunder roared.

"Shall we take a gamble?"

Lin Che leaned back in his chair, arms crossed.

That composure was like that of a director who had already read the script.

"What are we betting on?"

"Bet for 48 hours."

Lin Che held up two fingers.

"Tonight, this bank will issue a notice saying 'system maintenance' and suspending online services. Tomorrow morning, depositors will find that they cannot withdraw their money. The day after tomorrow, your central bank and the China Banking and Insurance Regulatory Commission will announce an unprecedented takeover."

Director Song's expression changed.

Lin Che's explanation was very specific.

It specifies every step and every time point.

This doesn't seem like a prediction.

This sounds like a verdict being read out.

"What if it hadn't happened?" Director Song asked.

"Then I plead guilty."

Lin Che pointed to the thick investigation report.

"I'll sign whatever you write on it. If you want me to spend the rest of my life in jail, I'll never complain."

"But what if it happens..."

Lin Che leaned forward and looked directly into Song Ju's eyes.

"I want glimmer of light to survive, and I want you to give me an identity too."

"What is your identity?"

"The country's 'night watchmen'."

arrogant.

Extreme arrogance.

A businessman under investigation actually wants to become the country's night watchman?

Director Song laughed in exasperation.

He was about to reprimand this arrogant young man.

Thump, thump, thump.

A rapid knocking sounded on the door.

There was no rhythm, only chaos.

In this strictly hierarchical censorship facility, such knocking is a major taboo.

Director Song's face darkened.

"Come in!"

The door was suddenly pushed open.

A confidential clerk burst in, sweating profusely.

He clutched a red telegram in his hand, his fingers trembling.

"Director Song... Director Song! Something's happened!"

The confidential staff didn't even bother to glance at Lin Che beside him.

His voice became distorted due to extreme tension.

"What's the panic! Is the sky falling?" Director Song shouted sternly.

"The northwest area... it really collapsed."

The confidential clerk handed the urgent telegram to Director Song.

"Just five minutes ago, Baoshang Bank suddenly issued a notice that the entire bank's system is undergoing maintenance and all transfer services are suspended! Also…"

The confidential clerk swallowed hard.

"In addition, our local monitoring stations have sent messages that some big investors have gotten wind of the situation and have started queuing up overnight to withdraw their money. A bank run... may be about to begin."

boom.

It was like a thunderbolt striking the interrogation room.

Director Song held the urgent telegram.

The paper is very light.

But he felt it was incredibly heavy.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Lin Che.

His eyes were filled with disbelief and horror.

It's like looking at a monster.

on the screen.

The red dot in the northwest corner is flashing wildly.

It's like an eye that mocks all living beings.

Lin Che remained seated in that iron chair.

He didn't look at Director Song.

He simply looked calmly at the screen and softly said:

The first domino has fallen.