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

The snow is still falling.

The guesthouse's small garden was covered in a blanket of white.

There were no footprints.

There were only two rows of deep pits that had just been created.

Director Song walked ahead, his leather shoes crunching on the snow.

The sound was monotonous.

It sounds like chewing bones in the dead of night.

"Are you cold?" Director Song suddenly stopped and turned around.

He wasn't wearing an overcoat, just a Zhongshan suit.

A thin layer of snow settled on my shoulders.

"fine."

Lin Che stood two steps behind him.

The white breath exhaled was instantly dispersed by the cold wind.

"It's better to be a little cold."

Director Song took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed one to Lin Che.

I lit one for myself too.

"You only clear your mind when it's cold."

The firelight flickered in and out of the wind and snow.

Director Song took a deep breath, the smoke swirling around his face, blurring his expression.

"Lin Che, do you know why the country is targeting you?"

"Because I'm too big."

Lin Che took the torch and lit it.

The smell of nicotine filled his lungs, slightly relaxing his nerves that had been tense all night.

"Being big is not a mistake."

Director Song shook his head, a cigarette between his fingers, and pointed to the swirling snowflakes.

"Heavy snowfall is a sign of a bountiful year, but an avalanche is a disaster."

"Weiguang has too much data and too much money."

"If left unchecked, you are the one who could trigger an avalanche at any moment."

See the picture poorly.

This is the core of the conversation.

The preceding tea drinking, shock, and appreciation were all preludes.

Now it's time to talk about the price.

"Director Song, please speak frankly."

Lin Che flicked his cigarette ash.

The ashes fell on the snow, burning a small black hole.

"I'd also like to know, how much rent do we have to pay to become this 'national strategic asset'?"

Director Song smiled.

He enjoys talking to intelligent people.

It's effortless.

"First, the underlying data interface of the Abyss system is open to the central bank and the China Banking and Insurance Regulatory Commission. We need to monitor the flow of every large amount of funds in real time."

"Second, when Weiguang establishes a Party Committee, major decisions require a regulatory representative with veto power to attend the hearing."

"third……"

Director Song paused for a moment, turned around, and stared intently at Lin Che.

That oppressive feeling from the state apparatus returned.

"Your personal overseas assets must be fully repatriated within three months, and an irrevocable trust structure must be established in China."

In other words, the meat needs to be cooked until it's tender in the pot.

Three chains.

One lock for data, one lock for decisions, one lock for people.

This is about transforming Weiguang from a wild wolf into a Tibetan Mastiff that guards the house.

If it had happened 24 hours earlier, Lin Che would have refused.

Because this is cutting flesh.

But now, looking at the brightly lit office building in the distance, and at the cigarette in my hand that's almost burned out.

He knew this was the only way.

There is no absolute freedom in this country.

Freedom is only within the red line.

To wear a crown, one must first bear its weight.

To avoid being swallowed by the abyss, one must become a part of the abyss.

"I agree."

Lin Che's voice was calm.

Without hesitation, without haggling.

Director Song was taken aback.

He prepared many arguments and even backup plans.

But he didn't expect Lin Che to agree so readily.

"Have you thought this through?" Director Song narrowed his eyes. "This means that you will no longer be the dictator of the Glimmer of Light."

"Director Song."

Lin Che threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it out with the toe of his foot.

The black hole was covered by snow.

"In business, survival is the most important thing."

"Compared to being dismantled and purged, what's wearing a collar?"

"and……"

Lin Che raised his head, a sly glint in his eyes.

"Does wearing the collar mean I've become part of the family?"

Director Song looked at him.

After a long while, he suddenly burst into laughter.

The laughter shook the snow off the treetops.

"Good lad."

"Transparent".

Director Song took out the neatly folded document from the inside pocket of his Zhongshan suit.

Red head.

Top secret.

The stamp on it was as red as blood.

He handed it to Lin Che with both hands.

The action was very solemn.

"Take it."

"This is your talisman. It's also your sacred sword."

Lin Che took the document.

By the light of the garden streetlamp, he could make out the title:

Notice on authorizing Weiguang Technology to lead the construction of a national-level pilot unit for financial risk monitoring and prevention.

There is only one line of text.

But every single word is worth more than a thousand pieces of gold.

"Pilot Units".

In China, these four words signify privilege, the ability to be the first to try new things, and the right to be the rule-maker in a specific field.

Thanks.

Lin Che tucked the document into his pocket.

It was pressed against my chest.

A warm sensation emanated from there.

"remember."

Director Song patted Lin Che on the shoulder.

The force was very strong.

"This sword is for you to slay demons and monsters, not to use it to indiscriminately kill people."

"Also, regarding the 'Entity List' issue, since your prediction came true, then do a good job. The country needs real hard technology, not just the Internet that can only deliver food."

"clear."

Lin Che nodded.

"Go."

Director Song waved his hand.

"The car is outside."

Lin Che turned around.

He strode out of the garden.

He didn't turn around.

His silhouette stretched long across the snow, like a drawn sword.

……

The entrance to the guesthouse.

A black Hongqi L5 was parked there quietly.

The red flag emblem on the front of the car was particularly eye-catching in the night.

This is not an ordinary bus.

This is treatment worthy of a state guest.

The driver, wearing white gloves, got out of the car immediately upon seeing Lin Che emerge and opened the back door.

No nonsense.

Only standard military-style maneuvers.

Lin Che got into the car.

It was warm inside the car.

The genuine leather seats exude a subtle fragrance.

The car door closed.

It kept out the wind and snow from outside.

It also isolated them from the political world filled with repression and power struggles.

"Mr. Lin, where are you going?"

"I asked the driver."

The voice was steady, without any hint of curiosity.

Lin Che leaned back in his chair.

Close your eyes.

Feeling the thickness of the document in my arms.

He was a prisoner who had been brought in a few hours earlier.

Now, he is an imperial envoy with a monopoly mandated by imperial decree.

This rollercoaster-like reversal sent his adrenaline soaring.

The previous fatigue vanished completely.

Instead, there was a bloodthirsty excitement.

He opened his eyes.

I glanced out the window at the receding street scene.

Beijing's nights remain vibrant.

Under those neon lights, how many people are waiting to see him make a fool of himself?

How many people are waiting to divide his body?

"Back to the company."

Lin Che said calmly.

Then, he took his phone out of his pocket.

My computer was off all night.

Just turned it on.

buzzing-

Countless text messages and missed calls flooded in, almost causing my phone to freeze.

All bad news.

The stock price hit the daily limit down.

The partner terminated the contract.

There were even loan reminder letters from banks.

Lin Che scrolled through these spam messages expressionlessly.

Finally, I dialed Xie Yu's number.

……

Weiguang Building.

Top floor office.

Xie Yu slumped onto the carpet.

He was holding a half-empty bottle of whiskey.

His tie was loose, his eyes were sunken, and stubble had appeared.

The red secure telephone was still on the table, like an inanimate object.

Two hours have passed since the ultimatum of "check in in one hour".

Every minute felt like being slowly sliced ​​to death.

Sudden.

My personal cell phone, which was lying on the sofa, rang.

Xie Yu turned his head numbly.

I glanced at the screen.

next second.

The wine bottle in his hand fell to the carpet with a "bang".

The wine spilled all over the floor.

Two words appeared on the screen:

【Brother Che】.

He scrambled over to her.

Grab your phone.

My fingers trembled so much that I had to swipe three times before the call connected.

"Che...Brother Che?"

His voice was hoarse and choked with sobs.

It was like a drowning person grasping at a last straw.

"Where?"

Lin Che's voice came from the other end of the phone.

calm.

powerful.

It even carried a hint of lighthearted laughter.

Xie Yu was stunned.

This doesn't sound like someone who has been interrogated.

This looks like... a big deal has just been closed.

"At...at the company, everyone...stayed."

Xie Yu stammered in response.

Hearing the commotion, the executives outside the office all gathered around.

Dozens of eyes were fixed on Xie Yu.

His eyes were filled with fear and hope.

"it is good."

Lin Che's voice continued to come through.

In the background, there is the deep roar of a car engine.

"Do three things for me."

"First, delete all the obituaries and apology letters that the public relations department has prepared."

"Second, notify the finance department to give three months' bonuses to the brothers who haven't left the company in the past few days."

Xie Yu's breathing became rapid.

The surrounding crowd began to stir.

That tone...something's not right!

This is going to be a game-changer!

"third……"

Lin Che paused for a moment.

Xie Yu held his breath.

The entire office was deathly silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

"Get me my best black suit."

"Also, find out which hotel is that so-called 'industry self-regulation conference' being held tonight?"

"In...in the banquet hall of the Park Hyatt Hotel," Xie Yu answered subconsciously.

"very good."

Lin Che's voice carried a chilling murderous aura.

The message, transmitted through the receiver, reached the entire top floor of the Weiguang Building.

"Wait there."

"I'll come pick you up."

"Let's go to a meeting too."

"And by the way, teach those bastards what... is."

"By imperial decree, a monopoly is being established."

beep.

The phone hangs up.

Xie Yu stood frozen in place, holding his phone.

A full five seconds passed.

He suddenly jumped up.

He unleashed a hysterical roar at the crowd of onlookers:

"Stop being so pessimistic!"

"The boss is back!"

"Get to work! Get your suits ready! Bring out the whole convoy!"

"Tonight, we're going to wreak havoc!"