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

Data monitoring center.

Cool light bulbs shone down from the ceiling.

The huge screen took up the entire wall.

A red alarm light flashed in the corner of the server room.

Zhou Han suddenly stood up, staring intently at the main control screen.

"What exactly is this all about?" Zhou Han's voice changed.

A bespectacled programmer frantically typed on the keyboard.

"Mr. Zhou, the data flow is incorrect!" The programmer was sweating profusely. "Abyss didn't process the risk control request from Weiguang Installment!"

"Where did it go?" Zhou Han rushed over and placed his hands on the back of the programmer's chair.

The programmer cuts out a new window.

A series of parsed plaintext data pops up on the screen.

"Food delivery orders," the programmer swallowed hard, "food delivery orders from third-tier cities, and..."

He pressed the page-turning button.

"The recharge records of a niche web game; the game company's name is completely unknown to me."

He pressed the page turn button again.

"A pet hospital bill, from a pet hospital in a third-tier county town."

Zhou Han's mind went blank for a second.

He turned his head.

Lin Che stood behind the main control panel.

He was wearing a crisp white shirt without a single wrinkle, no tie, and the collar was slightly open.

He stared at the screen without making any move.

Zhou Han rushed to Lin Che in three quick steps.

"President Lin!" Zhou Han pointed at the screen, his finger trembling. "You diverted 30% of the core computing power of the Microlight Brain to scrape this low-level garbage data?"

Lin Che didn't look at him.

My gaze remained fixed on the scrolling bill.

The air conditioning in the server room was very strong, and it gave me goosebumps.

Lin Che felt a sudden emptiness in his stomach; he hadn't eaten anything since morning and it ached slightly.

Looking at the purchase record popping up on the screen, "Purebred Persian cat food imported, 1500 yuan," he thought of his past life.

2024 years.

Zhao Moumou, the notorious deadbeat who shocked the nation.

They owed banks and suppliers 12 billion.

He has no assets.

All the money was laundered through a complex web of overseas trusts, shell companies, and nominee shareholding agreements.

Zhao even openly threw parties overseas and mocked the domestic judicial system.

The court seized all his bank cards, which contained less than ten yuan.

There is no way to do it.

Traditional financial institutions only look at credit reports and bank statements.

They live in "data silos".

Alibaba doesn't share data with Tencent, and banks don't look at food delivery records.

No one can piece together a complete person.

Until the end of 2024.

Zhao's secret mistress used a newly registered, unverified account to buy a special medicine for the Persian cat on a niche app.

This single data point became the breakthrough point in destroying that multi-billion dollar fortress.

Lin Che now wants to bring this dimensional reduction attack forward by five years.

He just received a credit line of 50 billion yuan from three major banks.

This 50 billion is gunpowder.

If regulators determine that Weiguang Technology has "usurped the right to mint coins," this 50 billion will blow Weiguang to smithereens.

He needs a talisman.

A national-level protective charm.

He wanted to use his micro-brain to cross all the isolated islands and expose Zhao's entire asset network as a pledge of loyalty to the person who was about to arrive.

"President Lin!" Zhou Han raised his voice, interrupting Lin Che's thoughts.

Zhou Han's eyes were bloodshot. "The load has exceeded 85%! The system could crash at any moment! We're burning money! Burning money for nothing!"

The technicians around him all stopped what they were doing.

They looked at each other in bewilderment.

No one dared to speak.

The only sound in the server room was the roar of the server fans.

Lin Che turned his head.

He looked at Zhou Han.

"This is a low-level stress test," Lin Che said calmly.

Zhou Han was stunned.

"Stress testing?" Zhou Han's eyes widened in disbelief. "Using our core AI to test garbage data?"

"Yes," Lin Che said.

boom.

The heavy metal door to the server room was suddenly pushed open.

Xie Yu rushed in.

He was running very fast, his suit jacket draped over his arm, and his shirt completely soaked and clinging to his back.

He was breathing heavily.

"President Lin!" Xie Yu strode to Lin Che's side. "The board of directors called! They've detected an abnormal surge in server electricity and computing costs!"

Xie Yu grabbed Lin Che's arm.

"The outside world is already in an uproar because of that 50 billion, we can't afford to fall into chaos internally!"

Lin Che pushed Xie Yu's hand away.

"Reply to the board: System upgrade."

"But..." Xie Yu was so anxious that he spun around in circles.

He glanced at the takeout and pet hospital bills on the screen.

Xie Yu was also stunned.

"President Lin, what exactly is going on here?" Xie Yu asked in a low voice.

Lin Che turned back around and continued looking at the screen.

"We're weaving a web," Lin Che said.

Xie Yu and Zhou Han exchanged a glance.

They both saw the fear in each other's eyes.

They thought Lin Che had gone mad; after raking in 50 billion, the pressure was too much, and he had a mental breakdown.

"President Lin, I must stop this process." Zhou Han gritted his teeth and took a step forward.

He reached for the main keyboard.

Lin Che did not stop him.

He simply said it.

"Try cutting it off."

Zhou Han's hand froze in mid-air.

It's only one centimeter away from the Enter key.

He looked at Lin Che's profile.

Lin Che did not get angry, nor did he raise his voice.

But Zhou Han felt a chill run down his spine.

That was the oppressive feeling of an absolute dictator.

In the dim light, Lin Che's words were the laws of physics.

Zhou Han's fingers stiffened.

He slowly withdrew his hand and took two steps back.

Cold sweat trickled down his temples and dripped onto the floor.

"What's the progress?" Lin Che asked.

The sweating programmer stammered, "Ninety-five percent... a massive amount of fragmented data is being cross-referenced."

The green characters on the screen flowed at an accelerated speed again.

The system's computing power was squeezed to its limit.

The temperature in the entire server room seemed to have risen a few degrees.

"Ninety-seven percent."

Seemingly unrelated data began to aggregate.

A food delivery address.

IP login history of a certain game account.

A registration form from a pet hospital.

Under Abyss's powerful computing capabilities, their disguises were stripped away, all noise was removed, leaving only pure behavioral logic.

"Ninety-nine percent."

The programmer's fingers left the keyboard.

He held his breath.

The computer room was deathly silent.

Everyone was staring at the big screen.

Ding.

A crisp notification sound.

The main control screen suddenly turned a deep red.

A red pop-up window appeared in the center.

In the pop-up window, an extremely complex digital map begins to unfold.

Countless intricate red lines spread across the map.

They crossed city boundaries, broke through the barriers of banking systems, and crossed national borders.

At last.

All the red lines cross oceans and converge at a single coordinate point overseas.

Longitude and latitude, accurate to the meter.

The information panel next to it automatically generated an asset penetration report that was over a hundred pages long.

The nominee shareholder, the shell company account, the hidden real estate—it's all crystal clear.

Lin Che braced his hands on the control panel.

He stared at the flashing red dot.

He lowered his head.

"Got you?"

"mouse."