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

The air in the banquet hall seemed to freeze.

The breathing of hundreds of people ceased at that moment.

Only the echo of that deafening roar still lingered above the high dome.

Lin Che stood in front of the table.

His hand rested on the official document.

His eyes were as cold as ice.

Mr. Li's white shirt was covered in red wine stains, making him look quite disheveled.

But he was, after all, the president of the chamber of commerce, and had seen his share of ups and downs.

After a brief moment of shock, his face quickly darkened.

"Lin Che!"

President Li slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and pointed at Lin Che's nose.

My fingers are trembling.

"This is an industry conference! Not your Weiguang Building! Who let you in?"

"Security! Where's security! Throw this lunatic out of here!"

He's bluffing.

He's gambling.

Betting Lin Che was just making a last-ditch effort.

After all, the news that "Deep Sea" had taken Lin Che away just a few hours ago was absolutely true.

How could the people taken away by that department come out unharmed so quickly?

Unless... he escaped from prison?

The security guard didn't dare to move.

Because they saw the young man behind Lin Che—Xie Yu.

Mr. Xie, who is usually always smiling, is now playing with a mobile phone in his hand.

The phone screen was lit up, showing that it was recording video.

"Let's see who dares to make a move."

Xie Yu said coldly.

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried the ruthlessness of a desperate criminal.

The anger from the humiliation he felt earlier had now transformed into confidence.

"you……"

Mr. Li was furious.

He turned to look at the crowd below the stage, trying to find allies.

"Everyone! Look at this! This is the true nature of Weiguang! Completely lawless! If this kind of company isn't shut down, what rules will remain for our industry?"

Some people in the audience started whispering.

Several executives from BAT (Baidu, Alibaba, Tencent) exchanged glances, preparing to call the security supervisor to clear the area.

Just then.

Two more people walked in through the broken entrance to the banquet hall.

Wearing a dark gray jacket.

He wore an inconspicuous little badge on his chest.

He was carrying a briefcase.

His steps were steady, and his face was expressionless.

They didn't look at anyone.

He walked straight to Lin Che's side.

One on the left, one on the right, stand still.

They look like two door gods.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

The Alibaba vice president, who had just been about to call security, swallowed his words back.

Everyone here is a shrewd person.

This kind of attire, this kind of temperament, this arrogant composure.

This is the person "above".

Mr. Li's fingers froze in mid-air.

He recognized the badge on one of the men's chests.

That's... the national emblem.

"President Lee, right?"

The staff member on the left spoke up.

The voice was soft and very businesslike.

"We are from the National Financial Risk Monitoring and Prevention Special Working Group."

This long list of titles was read aloud.

It's like a spell.

This immediately froze Mr. Li in place.

"A working group?"

Mr. Li's Adam's apple bobbed.

"I wonder what brings you two leaders here so late at night...?"

"Read the document."

The staff didn't waste any words.

He glanced at the official document with the red header on the table.

Then he looked at Lin Che and nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Lin Che smiled.

He slowly raised his hand.

Pick up that document and hand it to General Manager Li.

"President Li, didn't you just say you wanted 'industry self-regulation'?"

"Read it to everyone."

"Let's see how the country defines 'self-discipline'."

Mr. Li took the document with trembling hands.

The file is very light.

But he felt it weighed a ton.

He turned to the first page.

My gaze fell on the red title.

The pupils dilated to their maximum size in an instant.

It was as if I had witnessed some unbelievable and terrifying scene.

"read."

Lin Che leaned against the edge of the table, took a cigarette from Xie Yu, and lit it.

Lazy and arrogant in his movements.

Mr. Li's lips trembled.

He doesn't miss it.

But he dared not fail to read it.

The two staff members next to him were staring intently at him.

"Regarding...Regarding the licensing of Microlight Technology..."

Mr. Li's voice sounded like he was crying.

Intermittent, even fainter than a mosquito's buzz.

"Speak louder!"

Xie Yu shouted from the side.

Startled, Mr. Li's hand trembled, and the document almost fell to the ground.

"Notice Regarding the Authorization of Weiguang Technology to Lead the Establishment of a National-Level Pilot Unit for Financial Risk Monitoring and Prevention!"

Mr. Li closed his eyes and shouted it out with almost all his might.

boom!

This time, it really exploded.

The faces of the hundreds of people in the audience turned deathly pale instantly.

Pilot units.

Lead the construction.

国家级。

What does this combination of three words mean?

This means that micro-light is no longer subject to regulation.

This means that Weiguang has become an agent of the regulators!

The executives from those giants who were just dividing up the micro-light market in the PPT presentation were now looking as if they had lost their parents.

The champagne glass in my hand felt like a hot iron.

Some people even quietly moved their chairs back, trying to get away from Lin Che.

"continue."

Lin Che exhaled a smoke ring.

The smoke drifted toward Mr. Li's face.

Mr. Li's face was ashen, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

He continued reading:

"...Starting today, Weiguang Technology will be connected to the central bank's credit information system to assist relevant departments in real-time monitoring of fund flows and credit risks in the Internet finance sector."

"...All relevant companies should cooperate and should not refuse data access on the grounds of trade secrets."

This last sentence.

It's the trump card.

It is also an imperial sword.

Just moments ago, BAT (Baidu, Alibaba, Tencent) was clamoring to share Weiguang Data, but now they've become the targets of Weiguang's surveillance.

In that instant, the roles of hunter and prey were completely reversed.

Snapped.

Mr. Li could no longer hold onto that document.

He let go.

The file fell onto the table.

He slumped into the chair.

Looking at Lin Che.

His eyes were filled with fear.

He knew he was finished.

The Chamber of Commerce is over.

This so-called "self-discipline conference" has become a complete joke.

Lin Che reached out and flicked the ash from his cigarette.

Ashes fell onto Mr. Li's red-stained shirt.

"Chairman Li, do I need to explain further?"

Lin Che leaned down and stared into President Li's eyes.

"That's the rule."

"The rules of the country."

After saying that, Lin Che straightened up.

His gaze swept across the entire room.

The banquet hall, which had been bustling just moments before, was now as quiet as a funeral parlor.

No one dared to meet his gaze.

Lin Che picked up the microphone on the table.

He blew a breath.

A piercing whistling sound tore through the sky.

It gave everyone goosebumps.

"Who just said that Microlight's funding chain has broken down?"

Lin Che, holding the microphone, walked towards the first row of the audience while speaking.

He stopped in front of the vice president of Tencent.

"Mr. Zhang, you just mentioned on stage that you're going to take over the entertainment division of Weiguang?"

Mr. Zhang's face turned ashen, and he managed to force a smile that looked worse than a grimace.

"Mr. Lin...it's a misunderstanding...it's all a misunderstanding..."

"I noticed that Weiguang is having some difficulties lately, and I wanted to help... help..."

"help?"

Lin Che sneered.

"Since Mr. Zhang is so enthusiastic, that's perfect."

"According to the document, the Weiguang system will undergo data connection testing next week."

"Please ask Mr. Zhang to go back and inform them to prepare your payment interface data."

"I want to see it on my desk at nine o'clock on Monday morning."

Mr. Zhang broke out in a cold sweat instantly.

Payment data?

That's Tencent's lifeline!

Show it to Weiguang? That's like taking off your underwear and showing it to your competitors!

"This...this is against the rules..." Mr. Zhang tried to struggle.

"rule?"

Lin Che pointed to the two staff members on the stage.

"Now, I am the rule."

Mr. Zhang shut up.

He dared not gamble.

That official document was like a Damocles' sword hanging over our heads.

Lin Che ignored him.

Keep going.

With each step he took, the people around him automatically stepped back.

It's like they're avoiding a plague.

He stopped in front of the Alibaba representative.

"Mr. Zhao, I heard you're going to help the country eliminate financial risks?"

Mr. Zhao's hand trembled, and the wine in his glass spilled all over the floor.

"Mr. Lin is joking... Microlight is an industry benchmark, how could there be any hidden dangers..."

"No."

Lin Che shook his head.

"Since you said it exists, then we have to investigate."

"Next week, Weiguang's audit team will be stationed in your entertainment sector to conduct a cross-audit."

"Just cooperate."

This is blatant revenge.

It's also a case of making an example of someone.

Lin Che walked around.

Three people were called out by name.

Each one of them was the one who jumped the most enthusiastically just now.

Each and every one of them was trampled underfoot by him with that official document.

At last.

He returned to the stage.

Standing at the gate that had been kicked open.

He had his back to everyone.

Xie Yu followed behind him, chest out and head held high.

The frustration I felt earlier vanished completely.

This is hardly a case of disrupting the event.

This is the coronation ceremony!

Lin Che turned around.

Looking at these big shots who are usually so high and mighty.

They are now like a flock of quails waiting to be slaughtered.

"Remember today."

Lin Che's voice was cold.

The sound echoed throughout the banquet hall via microphone.

"The Glimmer is not dead."

"Not only did he not die, he's alive and well."

"From now on, whoever wants a piece of my cake..."

Lin Che held up the document in his hand and waved it in the air.

"Let's ask it if it agrees first."

Done.

Lin Che casually tossed the microphone on the ground.

It emitted a dull, loud thud.

"Xie Yu, you're gone."

"The liquor here is terrible, and the taste is too strong."

"Go back and have some tea."

Xie Yu immediately followed.

The two staff members also packed their briefcases and followed behind expressionlessly.

A group of four.

He strode out of the banquet hall, walking on the red carpet.

Only a room full of defeated soldiers remained.

And that rickety, completely broken door.

President Li slumped in his chair, watching Lin Che's disappearing figure.

he knows.

After tonight.

The internet landscape in Beijing has changed dramatically.

That young man named Lin Che.

He is no longer the nouveau riche who can be manipulated at will.

He became a dragon.

A vicious dragon that no one dares to provoke.

……

In the car.

The Hongqi L5 drove smoothly on the main road of the East Third Ring Road.

Lin Che leaned back in his chair.

With eyes closed.

The bloodthirsty excitement from before had subsided.

Instead, there was a deep sense of exhaustion.

That night.

too long.

From hell to heaven.

From prisoner to imperial envoy.

Every step is like walking a tightrope.

"Brother Che..."

Xie Yu, sitting in the passenger seat, turned around.

The excitement of causing a ruckus just now still lingered in his eyes.

"That was fucking awesome! Look at Fatty Li's face just now! It was as green as a stock market crash!"

"This time, our Microlight is completely secure!"

Lin Che opened his eyes.

Watching the streetlights rushing past the window.

They weren't as optimistic as Xie Yu.

"stable?"

Lin Che shook his head.

"Xie Yu, this is just the beginning."

"These people in China are nothing more than flies."

"With this piece of paper, they dared not move again."

Lin Che reached out and touched the document in his pocket.

That's a talisman.

It's also a kind of constraint.

"but……"

Lin Che's gaze deepened.

Looking towards the distant East.

That's the direction of the Pacific Ocean.

"The real wolves are on the other side of the sea."

He recalled the top-secret report that Director Song had shown him.

Entity List.

Technology blockade.

That's the real strangulation.

Compared to that, tonight's "self-discipline conference" is nothing more than kindergarten kids fighting.

"Back to the company."

Lin Che sat up straight.

His eyes sharpened again.

"Summon all technical directors."

"And those lunatics at Ark Labs."

"Don't sleep tonight."

"We have an even bigger battle to fight."