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

Public opinion was in an uproar.

Just two hours after Weiguang released its "Asset Sale Announcement".

The stock price crashed.

-8.42%.

It plummeted straight down.

On major financial forums, there was a barrage of criticism.

"It's over, Lin Che is really going to run away."

"They even sold off the land reserved for headquarters? They're practically bankrupt!"

"Anyone who takes over is a fool; Weiguang is now a bottomless pit."

Hangzhou.

Alibaba Xixi Park.

In an executive's office, the champagne cork was yanked out with a "bang".

Several middle-aged men wearing polo shirts looked at the dismally green candlestick chart on the big screen and laughed so hard they almost fell over.

"A drastic measure of self-sacrifice?"

One of them swirled his wine glass, his eyes filled with disdain.

"No, that's called drinking poison to quench thirst."

"Sell the house in Shanghai to fill the hole in the US? Even my brother-in-law, who lost half his money in the stock market, wouldn't do that."

"Keep an eye on it."

The VIP sitting in the main seat took a sip of wine.

"We'll collect his body after he burns all the money."

"At that time, we'll acquire Microlight's patent pool at a 90% discount."

Laughter echoed through the office.

That's the thrill a hunter feels when he watches his prey walk right into the trap.

……

Wuhan.

Jiangxia District.

The hottest days of summer.

The air was filled with scorching steam, like a giant steamer.

A dilapidated green taxi bumped along the potholed dirt road, kicking up yellow dust that was half a meter high.

"Boss, are you sure this is the place?"

The driver was bald, wiping his sweat as he complained.

"This godforsaken place is a godforsaken place. It used to be an industrial park, but it's been abandoned for years. Even stray dogs don't want to come here."

In the back seat.

Lin Che didn't speak.

He looked out through the dusty car window.

It is indeed very desolate.

The weeds grew taller than a person, and a few rusty steel bars were vaguely visible inside, like the skeleton of a monster.

Several half-built factory buildings stood under the scorching sun, their dark windows seeming to scream in agony.

This is what Weiguang got in return for selling its luxury apartment in the heart of Xuhui District, Shanghai.

In everyone's eyes.

This is garbage.

It's ruins.

It's the graveyard of madmen.

"parking."

Lin Che opened the car door.

A wave of heat hit me, mixed with the smell of asphalt and withered grass.

He stepped on the gravel ground.

The leather shoes were instantly covered with a layer of dust.

"Boss..."

Xie Yu got out of the van behind him, his hands trembling as he held the priceless "National Logistics Node Planning Map".

"Are we really going to buy this place?"

"It's too far from the city center. It's surrounded by farmland, and there isn't even a convenience store."

"Moreover... it's said that flood control is needed underground, and the infrastructure costs are a bottomless pit."

Lin Che ignored him.

He walked to a broken wall.

Raise your hand.

To block out the glaring sunlight.

Squinting.

Look due north.

There, about three kilometers away, is an overpass under construction.

The bridge piers are enormous, like the legs of a giant.

"That's the freight line of the Wuhan-Guangzhou High-Speed ​​Railway."

Lin Che suddenly spoke.

The sound seemed particularly cold and clear amidst the cicadas' chirping.

Xie Yu was taken aback: "Huh? High-speed rail? What does high-speed rail have to do with us? We don't take high-speed rail to send packages..."

"Not now."

Lin Che turned around.

He pointed to the patch of overgrown, muddy ground beneath his feet.

"But three months later, the state will release the 'High-speed Rail Freight Hub Plan'."

"here."

He tapped the ground with his toes.

"It's that 'heart' that hasn't appeared on the map yet."

"Shipping from here takes only 1 hour to Changsha and 3 hours to Guangzhou, which is four times faster than by truck."

"and……"

Lin Che looked westward.

"That's the future Ezhou Huahu Airport."

"Land-air combined transport".

"Once we acquire this land, we will have control over the logistics lifeline of the entire Central China region."

Xie Yu's mouth dropped open.

He looked at the calm-faced boss.

Then I looked at the few bare bridge piers in the distance.

crazy.

The boss has really gone mad.

He's betting on a future that only he can see.

"President Lin! President Lin!"

A series of hurried footsteps came from afar.

A portly middle-aged man, accompanied by several secretaries, trudged over.

That's Mr. Wang, the developer of this abandoned land.

He was sweating profusely from running, and the fat on his face was trembling.

It was like seeing my own father.

How can we not be in a hurry?

He's had this piece of land stuck in his hands for three years, and the bank interest is sucking his blood every day.

I thought it was going to rot until it died.

Then yesterday someone suddenly contacted me saying they wanted to buy it.

And it's full payment!

"Oh, Mr. Lin! It's an honor to meet you!"

Mr. Wang stretched out his wet hands, wanting to shake Lin Che's hands.

Lin Che didn't move.

He simply nodded slightly.

Mr. Wang awkwardly withdrew his hand and wiped it on his pants.

"Look at this land...it's amazing! A place with excellent feng shui! Although it's a bit out of the way now, it will definitely be..."

"It will be remote from now on."

Lin Che interrupted him.

His tone was as cold as ice.

"There's nothing there except weeds and mosquitoes."

Mr. Wang was so choked up that his face turned red and his neck bulged.

I thought to myself, isn't that obvious?

If I had something else, would I sell it to you?

"Um... about the price..." Mr. Wang rubbed his hands together, tentatively asking, "The number we discussed on the phone earlier..."

"Three hundred million."

Lin Che gave a number.

"What?!"

Mr. Wang jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Three hundred million? Mr. Lin, are you kidding me? I spent four hundred million just to acquire the land! Add in the interest over the years, it should be at least five hundred million, right? Your bargaining is too ruthless!"

That's your cost.

Lin Che looked at him.

His eyes remained completely expressionless.

"Not its value."

"You're aware of the current market situation."

"Except for me."

"No one else in all of China would be willing to pay cash for this pile of ruins."

Lin Che raised his wrist.

I checked my watch.

You have five minutes to think about it.

"Five minutes later, this money will be reinvested in another plot of land in Zhengzhou."

Done.

He turned and left.

With firm steps.

There was no lingering attachment whatsoever.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Mr. Wang stood there, his expression shifting unpredictably.

He was torn.

It's dripping blood.

Three hundred million is indeed a loss, a huge loss.

But if we don't sell...

His bank loan is due next month, and he'll have to jump off a building.

Lin Che had already opened the car door.

The fear of losing his lifeline completely shattered his psychological defenses.

"Sell!"

Mr. Wang roared.

hoarse voice.

"I'll sell!"

"Three hundred million it is! Cash on delivery!"

Lin Che stopped what he was doing.

Turn around.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

In that instant, the hunter's trap closed.

……

Half an hour later.

Right on the hood of that old, beat-up taxi.

The contract has been signed.

Mr. Wang's hand was still trembling as he held the check.

The way he looked at Lin Che was as if he were looking at a fool.

These days, it's unbelievable that someone would sell their luxury home in Shanghai and come to this godforsaken place to take over an unfinished building.

Is this what they call the internet upstarts?

That's all there is to it.

"Thanks, Mr. Lin."

Mr. Wang tucked the check into his pocket, fearing that Lin Che might change his mind.

"Wishing you...wealth."

He suppressed a laugh and ran away quickly with his men.

It felt as if a ghost was chasing me.

Dust flew everywhere.

Only Lin Che and his group remained standing under the scorching sun.

"Boss..."

Xie Yu looked at the land transfer contract that had just been signed.

I have mixed feelings in my heart.

"That's three hundred million..."

"This is just the first transaction."

Lin Che handed the contract to Li Zixuan.

"Keep it safe."

"This is just the first nail."

He turned around.

Facing that vast wasteland.

Close your eyes.

In his mind.

The weeds disappeared.

In its place stands a massive, silver-white, modern, intelligent warehousing center.

Tens of thousands of AGV robots shuttle between shelves like worker ants.

Thousands of trucks bearing the "Weiguang Express" logo, fully loaded with goods, flow like blood into the capillaries of the entire country along the soon-to-be-opened highway.

That enormous roaring sound.

That sense of orderly beauty.

Only he could hear it.

Only he can see it.

"Let's go."

Lin Che opened his eyes.

The light in his eyes was more dazzling than the blazing sun.

"Let's go to the next stop."

Zhengzhou.

"I want it before Singles' Day."

"Drive all twelve nails into the map of China."

The wind blew by.

The weeds bowed their heads.

It's as if paying tribute to this future logistics tycoon.

And on the Internet at this moment.

The trending topic "Lin Che has gone mad" has just reached number one.

The laughter was deafening.

But they didn't know.

That madman they mocked.

They are digging their graves.