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

Park Hyatt Hotel, third-floor banquet hall.

The heating was on full blast, making people's faces feel hot.

The enormous crystal chandelier cast a golden light, illuminating everyone's face.

Nobody felt hot.

Because the air here is filled with a smell that makes you feel even hotter than the heating—

Bloody smell.

A red carpet was laid out at the entrance of the banquet hall.

A huge banner hung in the center:

"2019 China Internet Industry Self-Discipline and Healthy Development Conference".

Satire.

Extremely ironic.

So-called "self-discipline" is nothing more than a few wolves getting together and discussing how to devour the lion that has just fallen.

……

Inside the banquet hall.

The air was filled with the fragrance of fine clothes and the rustling of hair; wine cups clinked and toasts were exchanged.

Executives from BAT (Baidu, Alibaba, Tencent), partners from major investment banks, and those hidden bigwigs who are rarely seen on weekdays have all gathered here today.

Everyone was holding a glass of champagne.

He wore a reserved smile that suggested the situation was already settled.

On the stage, a huge LED screen is playing a PowerPoint presentation.

That's the map of Microlight Technology.

Now, however, this map has been cut into several pieces, each marked with a different color.

Blue belongs to the penguins.

Orange belongs to Alibaba.

Red belongs to Baidu.

"Everyone."

On the stage, Mr. Li, the president of the chamber of commerce, held the microphone and looked radiant.

He pointed to the screen.

"Weiguang Technology's rapid and unchecked growth in recent years has brought huge risks to the industry, including opaque funding pools, unclear business boundaries, and even suspected monopoly."

The audience nodded in agreement.

The clinking of glasses sounded like applause.

"We're not here today to divide the cake."

Mr. Li paused for a moment, his face full of righteousness.

"It's to help the country 'clear the mines' and to bring this industry back to rationality."

"good!"

Someone shouted it out.

There was thunderous applause.

In the corner, several reporters waiting to receive their press releases exchanged glances, each seeing disdain in the other's eyes.

But the shutter in my hand didn't stop.

Click, click.

Record the shining moments of this group of "industry guardians".

……

Outside the banquet hall.

corridor.

Xie Yu stood in front of the tightly closed, carved gate.

He was wearing the black suit he had just changed into.

The cut was decent, but it looked a bit tight on him.

Because his muscles were trembling.

Two burly security guards stood in front of him like two walls.

"Sir, please show me your invitation."

The security guard's voice was cold, with the arrogance typical of a watchdog.

"I am Xie Yu, the president of Weiguang Technology."

Xie Yu straightened his back and spoke loudly.

"This is an industry conference, and Microlight is a council member, so I have the right to go in."

"Feel sorry."

The security guard didn't even lift his eyelids.

"The organizers said that Weiguang Technology is under investigation, and your board membership has been temporarily suspended. Your name is not on the list."

"you……"

Xie Yu clenched his fist.

The fingernail is embedded in the flesh.

Nearby, a group of entertainment reporters who had been lying in wait swarmed around them like sharks smelling blood.

The flashbulbs were going off like crazy.

"President Xie! I heard that President Lin has been arrested. Is Weiguang going to go bankrupt?"

"Mr. Xie, have you come here today to beg for mercy?"

"Will Weiguang's employees still be paid their salaries?"

The microphone was practically poking Xie Yu's face.

The problem came at me like a knife.

Xie Yu was cornered against the wall.

The flash of the camera made it impossible for him to open his eyes.

But he did not back down.

There was no cover on her face.

He stared intently at the tightly closed door.

Listen to the applause and laughter coming from inside.

In the past, this door would have been open for him.

These security guards would bow and scrape.

These reporters will treat you like a god.

But now, he is a stray dog.

It's a drowning dog.

"Get out of the way."

Xie Yu took a deep breath and growled at the security guard.

"Sir, please don't cause trouble, or we will call the police."

The security guard reached out and nudged Xie Yu's shoulder.

Powerful.

Xie Yu staggered and almost fell.

Click!

This scene was frozen in time.

Tomorrow's headline is here: "Weiguang CEO storms into meeting and is expelled, utterly dejected."

Xie Yu gained a firm foothold.

He straightened his tie, which had been pushed askew.

No action was taken.

It's not that I dare not, it's that I cannot.

He is waiting.

Waiting for that person who can tear the sky apart.

……

Inside the banquet hall.

After Mr. Li finished speaking, the atmosphere reached its climax.

He glanced around at the audience.

My gaze lingered on the center of the first row.

There is an empty chair there.

A nameplate was affixed to the chair: [Weiguang Technology · Lin Che].

This was left on purpose.

It's not about respect, it's about humiliation.

Just like in ancient times when beheadings were displayed to the public, the body was left intact.

"oops."

Mr. Li feigned surprise and pointed to the chair.

"Why hasn't President Lin arrived yet? On such an important day, without him, the wine just doesn't taste right."

The audience burst into laughter.

The laughter was grating.

It carried a sense of smug satisfaction, like that of a petty person who had achieved their goal.

"Too."

A vice president at Penguin swirled his wine glass and casually chimed in.

"I heard the food at the guesthouse in the western suburbs isn't very good. President Lin is probably busy handing over some issues, so he doesn't have time to come and drink with us."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The laughter grew even louder.

Some people even laughed until they cried.

The wall fell and everyone pushed.

A broken drum is beaten by ten thousand people.

This is a shopping mall.

No permanent friends, only permanent interests.

And the current glimmer of light is the biggest piece of meat.

"Alright."

Mr. Li gestured for everyone to be quiet.

"Since President Lin can't come, let's take on this responsibility for Weiguang."

He turned around and looked at the big screen.

An "Industry Self-Discipline Convention" popped up on the screen.

It's basically just a division agreement.

"Come on, everyone."

Mr. Li raised his glass.

"Those who agree to this agreement, please raise your glasses."

Splash!

The entire audience stood up.

Hundreds of wine glasses were raised.

The red liquid shimmered under the light, like a sea of ​​blood.

No one objected.

No one hesitated.

This is a feast, and everyone can get a share.

Mr. Li nodded in satisfaction.

"Then..."

"Passed unanimously."

He tilted his head back, ready to drink the victory wine.

Just then.

boom!!!

A loud bang.

It was like a bomb exploding at the door.

That heavy, carved solid wood door, a symbol of class barriers.

It was kicked open from the outside.

It's not about pushing it away.

It was kicked open.

The enormous impact caused the two door panels to slam against the wall with a sickening cracking sound.

The door lock flew off.

Wood chips flew everywhere.

The group of people who were raising their glasses were startled.

Mr. Li's hand trembled, and the expensive glass of red wine spilled all over his white shirt.

It looked like a shocking stain of blood.

The entire room fell silent.

Hundreds of eyes turned to the doorway.

The white smoke from the flash hadn't dissipated yet.

There were two people standing at the door.

The one in front is wearing a sharply tailored black suit.

He wasn't wearing a tie.

The shirt collar was open, revealing a section of her collarbone.

He was holding an official document with an official letterhead.

His hair was a little messy, covered with snow that hadn't melted yet.

But his eyes were frighteningly bright.

Like a wolf.

Like a demon that has just crawled out of hell.

Xie Yu stood behind him, head slightly bowed, adjusting his cuffs.

That kick was from him.

The most satisfying kick of my life.

Lin Che stood at the door.

His gaze swept across the entire room.

The light swept over the hands holding wine glasses, over the terrified faces, and finally landed on Mr. Li's shirt stained red.

He smiled.

That smile sent a chill down everyone's spine.

He stepped in.

The leather shoes made no sound as they stepped on the carpet.

But in everyone's heart, it felt like the sound of war drums.

He walked straight to the first row.

He walked toward the empty chair with his name on it.

No one dared to speak.

No one dared to stop them.

The arrogant security guard who was just moments ago has long since disappeared.

Lin Che walked to the chair.

There was no seat.

He reached out and tore off the name tag on the back of the chair.

Knead it into a ball.

He casually tossed it on the ground.

Then he turned around.

Facing hundreds of people in the audience.

Facing half of the entire Chinese Internet.

Snapped.

He slammed the official document in his hand heavily onto the table.

The sound wasn't loud.

It was like a resounding slap in the face to everyone.

"I just heard that you're going to take responsibility for me?"

Lin Che's voice was very soft.

In this deathly silent banquet hall, it was eerily clear.

He placed his hands on the table and leaned forward.

Like a lion king surveying its territory.

"Now I'm here."

"Who will make the first move?"