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

Microlight Technology Headquarters. Top Floor Conference Room.

The air freezes.

Just three minutes ago, Lin Che slid a document titled "Asset Restructuring Plan" down the expensive mahogany conference table and placed it in front of each of the senior executives.

No one spoke.

The only sound was the rustling of turning the pages.

"What...what does this mean?"

The speaker was Wang Qiang, the vice president of operations.

He pointed to a line of bold text on the third page of the document, his fingers trembling.

[List of properties for sale: Weiguang No. 1 plot in Xuhui District, Shanghai; reserved land for headquarters in Chaoyang District, Beijing; R&D center plot in Nanshan District, Shenzhen...]

[Disposal method: Full sale to recoup cash; estimated proceeds: 30 billion RMB.]

"It means the literal meaning."

Lin Che sat in the main seat.

I didn't drink any water.

I didn't see anyone.

He was playing with a fountain pen.

It was a Montblanc, and the cap tapped gently on the table, making a rhythmic "tap, tap, tap" sound.

Each sound struck a chord in everyone's hearts.

"Boss, are you crazy?!"

CFO Li Zixuan finally couldn't hold back any longer. He stood up abruptly, the chair scraping against the marble floor with a piercing screech.

"This is the company's ballast! It's our safety net!"

"Shanghai's housing prices are still rising! Especially that piece of land in Xuhui, which will rise by at least 20% next year! Sell now? Selling now is like selling a gold mine as bricks!"

The meeting room erupted in chaos.

The executives exchanged bewildered glances, their shock quickly turning into anger.

They originally thought that their boss was returning to China to lead everyone in a desperate counterattack, to fight Sequoia head-on.

result?

As it turned out, he came back to sell his ancestral property.

What is this?

This is typical behavior of a spendthrift.

This is a sign that they are preparing to abscond with the funds.

"I also object."

The marketing director raised his hand, his face ashen.

"If we sell the land now, it will completely confirm the rumors that 'Weiguang's cash flow has broken down,' and the stock price will collapse."

"I also object."

"be opposed to."

Hands were raised.

It's like a hostile forest.

Lin Che put down his pen.

"Yes."

The final crisp sound.

He raised his head.

His gaze swept over the twelve executives present.

These people were all veterans who had helped him conquer the world, and they were also elites in the industry.

But in Lin Che's eyes...

At this moment, they are nothing more than a bunch of pigs who have been brainwashed by the dividends of the times.

2019 years.

That was the last frenzy in China's real estate market.

Everyone firmly believes that housing prices will always rise, and everyone treats buying a house as a kind of faith.

But no one could hear the thunder coming from afar.

"Are you done talking?"

Lin Che's voice was very soft.

It was as light as a feather.

But the meeting room fell silent instantly.

That's an instinctive fear of authority.

"Li Zixuan".

Lin Che called out the names.

"Yes." The CFO straightened his back instinctively.

"If I don't sell these lands, how long can the cash in Microlight's account last?"

"Uh..." Li Zixuan wiped his sweat, "If we include that frozen credit line... about three months, but as long as we hold onto these lands, the banks will eventually..."

"Three months."

Lin Che interrupted him.

"Singles' Day is in three months."

"You want me to take a few empty plots of land and go to war with Alibaba and JD.com?"

"But..." Wang Qiang gritted his teeth, "Selling the land won't help! Even if we get back 30 billion, it won't be enough to burn! And without the land, we'll have no foundation!"

"Foundation?"

Lin Che smiled.

That smile carried a cruel mockery.

"Is what you call your foundation just a pile of reinforced concrete?"

"idiot."

Two words.

There was no attempt to conceal anything.

It slapped everyone directly in the face.

Wang Qiang's face instantly turned a deep liver color.

As a veteran of the company, when has he ever suffered such humiliation?

"President Lin!"

Wang Qiang pulled a document out of his briefcase and slammed it heavily on the table.

Joint Letter Opposing the Blind Sale of Core Assets

There were seven or eight signatures written below.

It covers three core departments: operations, marketing, and human resources.

"We're doing this for the company's good."

Wang Qiang took a deep breath, seemingly ready to go all out.

"If you insist on selling the land, then we will all resign."

"A glimmer of hope cannot be destroyed by your stubbornness."

This is a forced abdication.

A blatant coercion.

Use the power of the collective to correct the mistakes of the "tyrant".

The atmosphere in the meeting room plummeted to freezing point.

Everyone held their breath and stared at Lin Che.

They are gambling.

It's betting that Lin Che wouldn't dare paralyze the management at this critical juncture.

After all, there are still Redwoods eyeing the market from the outside.

Lin Che looked at the joint letter.

Then I looked at Wang Qiang's face, which was full of "sense of justice".

He wasn't angry.

I even felt like laughing.

This is a common problem among senior executives of large companies.

Because they've been flying in the wind for so long, they think they've actually grown wings.

But they forgot who was blowing the wind.

"HR".

Lin Che turned his head and looked at the human resources director who was huddled in the corner.

"Yes... Mr. Lin." The HR director stammered.

"Who just said they wanted to resign?"

Lin Che pointed to the joint letter.

Write down the name.

"Resign now, immediately."

"N+1 compensation, not a penny less, and get them out of here."

boom!

These words were like a bombshell, exploding in the conference room.

Wang Qiang's eyes widened, as if he had heard something out of a fantasy: "You... what did you say? You're going to fire us?"

"It's not that I want to fire you."

Lin Che stood up.

With his hands on the table and his body leaning forward, the oppressive feeling was like a mountain collapsing.

"You chose it yourselves."

"A glimmer of light doesn't need a vote."

"The light only needs to be executed."

He looked around the room.

His eyes were like a wolf's gaze.

"Who else wants to resign?"

"You can leave now."

"The door is over there."

Dead silence.

Absolute silence.

Even their breathing could not be heard.

The executives, who had been so aggressive just moments before, all lowered their heads and stared at the mineral water bottles in front of them, as if they were the most interesting things in the world.

No one dared to make a move.

No one dared to speak.

They finally remembered.

The young man in front of me is a ruthless character who ripped off Sequoia Capital on Wall Street.

Should we try to force him to abdicate?

That's courting death.

"very good."

Lin Che sat down again.

He picked up the "Asset Restructuring Plan" and threw it to Li Zixuan, who was still trembling.

"signature."

"I want to see the listing announcement tomorrow."

"If you sell one less brick, you can go and collect the compensation with Wang Qiang."

Li Zixuan picked up the pen with trembling hands.

My hands were shaking so badly they looked like they were sifting through chaff.

But he dared not utter a single unnecessary word.

"Swish, swish, swish."

The sound of signing was particularly jarring in the quiet conference room.

That's more than just signing.

That was a pledge of allegiance.

It was also the sound of the entire management team of Weiguang having their backbone broken.

……

Five minutes later.

Lin Che walked out of the conference room.

Behind him was a group of executives who looked like they had just crawled back from the brink of death.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the corridor.

The sunlight was blinding.

Lin Che took out his phone.

I dialed a number that wasn't saved in my contacts.

That was the phone number of the agent for his offshore company in the Cayman Islands, Ark Infrastructure.

"beep."

The call was connected.

"Boss." A voice with a heavy British accent came from the other end.

"That 30 billion smokescreen has already been thrown out."

Lin Che looked out the window at the bustling city of Beijing.

Looking at those skyscrapers under construction at a frenzy.

In his eyes.

Those are all bubbles.

He intends to use the money he earned from the bubble to buy a real steel frame.

"The money will be in place immediately."

Lin Che's voice was deep and greedy.

"Let's begin."

"Go and swallow up those 'wastelands' in Wuhan, Zhengzhou, and Chengdu."

"remember."

"What I want is not land."

"It's the lifeline."