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

new York.

14:00 PM.

When the last closing order is executed.

They made a total profit of $21.5 billion.

David slumped in his chair, his hands hanging at his sides, like an athlete who had just finished a 100-meter sprint and was completely exhausted.

His shirt was soaked with sweat.

Even the seasoned Wall Street traders forgot to breathe at that moment.

They stared at that number.

That's more money than they could earn in several lifetimes.

Just three hours ago, the principal here was only 3.8 million.

And now.

It became 21.5 billion.

cash.

"My God..."

The CFO clutched his chest, panting heavily.

He felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

This is not a deal.

This is robbery.

This was the most brutal plundering of the entire US stock market.

"it's over?"

Jim Keller stood behind Lynch, his voice slightly unsteady.

He stared at the number, feeling only a sense of unreality.

"it's over."

Lin Che closed his laptop.

The movements are gentle.

It sounded like he had just finished playing a piano piece.

There was no ecstasy on his face.

There was only a faint sense of weariness.

That's an inevitable reaction after being under extreme tension.

"Notify the offshore bank."

Lin Che turned to the CFO, who was still in a petrified state, and said.

"Cut off the funding chain immediately."

"Transfer the money into those twenty pre-set shell accounts."

"Then destroy all transaction records."

"in addition."

Lin Che pointed to the hard drives on the ground.

"Remove the physical hard drive."

"take away."

"The rest..."

He looked around.

Look at this apartment that witnessed the miracle.

"Just throw them all away."

……

at the same time.

Manhattan. Sequoia Capital.

The atmosphere here is even more oppressive than in a morgue.

Mark Stevens sat in the boss's chair, a symbol of power.

But at this moment, that chair looks like an electric chair.

On the screen, Nvidia's stock price has already fallen by 12%.

Apple shares fell 8%.

Broadcom fell 10%.

Those "high-quality assets" that he snatched from Lin Che three days ago at an 85% discount have now become toxic garbage rotting in his hands.

Because of the lack of liquidity, he couldn't sell his shares even if he wanted to.

every second.

His assets are all shrinking.

"Boss..."

The secretary cautiously pushed the door open and entered.

He was holding a freshly printed report.

"My wife's phone has been ringing off the hook...she's demanding an explanation..."

"explain?"

Mark looked up.

His eyes were bloodshot, like two bloodshot light bulbs.

"How can I explain this?"

"Tell them it's because Trump has gone mad?"

"Should I tell them I was made a fool of by an Asian man?"

Mark suddenly grabbed the crystal ashtray from the table and slammed it against the wall.

"Bang!"

Ashtray crushed.

Glass shards were scattered all over the floor.

The secretary screamed in fright and ran out.

Mark was panting heavily.

He finally understood why Lin Che had signed that "humiliating" 15% discount that day.

That's not humiliation.

That's bait.

Lin Che already knew what would happen today.

He packed the soon-to-explode bombs into Sequoia's arms, then took the cash Sequoia had given him, shorted the stock, and took another vicious bite out of Sequoia's corpse.

Double harvest.

This is the real "poison pill".

A sugar-coated capsule that can rupture a person's intestines and cause severe poisoning.

"Lin Che..."

Mark gritted his teeth.

He squeezed out the name through gritted teeth.

He grabbed the landline on the table and dialed the number with trembling hands.

That was the private cell phone number Lin Che had left him.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The phone is on.

Mark's breathing quickened.

He wanted to swear.

He wanted to threaten him.

He wanted to show Lin Che how powerful Sequoia Capital was on Wall Street, and he wanted to make Lin Che return every penny he had taken.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is no longer in service. Please try again later..."

A cold, mechanical female voice.

It was like a slap across Mark's face.

He dialed again.

"Sorry, the user you dialed..."

Mark was stunned.

He slowly put down the receiver.

Looking out the window at the gloomy sky.

An unprecedented sense of fear welled up inside me.

He realized it.

That young man is gone.

They were carrying billions of dollars in cash.

They vanished without a trace.

All that's left is this mess, and himself becoming a laughingstock on Wall Street.

"It's over."

Mark slumped into his chair.

Close your eyes.

A tear of regret rolled down her cheek.

Sequoia Capital will not go bankrupt.

But he's finished.

This loss, amounting to hundreds of millions of dollars, will forever remain an indelible stain on his career.

Starting today.

He is no longer a top hunter on Wall Street.

He was the famous "scapegoat".

……

JFK International Airport Expressway.

A black Chevrolet Suburban is speeding by.

The car windows were tightly closed.

It kept out the wind and rain from the outside.

Lin Che sat in the back seat.

He was holding the SIM card he had just pulled out.

That was a web he had woven in this arena of fame and fortune over the course of a week.

just now.

The fish has been caught.

The internet is useless now.

"Boss."

Xie Yu sat in the passenger seat, clutching the briefcase containing the core data disk tightly in his hands.

It's like holding a nuclear warhead.

"Can we really bring this money back?"

"The money is clean."

Lin Che looked out the window at the scenery rushing past.

The Hudson River appeared particularly murky in the rain and fog.

"Every transaction complies with SEC regulations. Although they will investigate, get angry, and try every means to freeze them."

"But our structure in the Cayman Islands is not just for show."

"By the time they realized what was happening, the money had already been converted into a lithography machine in a Chinese laboratory or a base station in a poor mountainous area."

Lin Che rolled down the car window.

A damp, cold wind blew in.

Mixed with raindrops.

It hit my face, and it was icy cold.

But it makes one incredibly clear-headed.

In front.

The bridge spans the river, like a steel rainbow leading to a new world.

Lin Che raised his hand.

With a light flick of the finger.

That tiny SIM card traced a beautiful parabola in the air.

Like a leaf blown down by the wind.

It plunged into the surging Hudson River.

It was swallowed up in an instant.

Not even a splash.

Goodbye, Wall Street.

Lin Che said softly.

A relaxed smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

That was the hunter's satisfaction when he returned with a full catch.

There's nothing left to miss here.

He rolled up the car window.

To completely shut out that murky river and that crazy financial world.

"To the airport."

Lin Che leaned back in his chair.

Close your eyes.

What comes to mind is a red map of China.

That was his main battlefield.

there.

An even bigger war awaits him.

Alibaba, JD.com...

Those internet giants who are still fighting tooth and nail over a few bundles of cabbage.

They probably never would have imagined it.

A giant crocodile that has just feasted on Wall Street.

On my way back.