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

10:00 AM.

Public Relations Department, 13th Floor, Weiguang Building.

All the landline phones on the entire floor were ringing.

Dozens of public relations specialists, wearing headsets, were frantically typing on their keyboards.

Public Relations Director Lao Wei stood in the center of the office area.

He loosened his tie, his forehead was covered in sweat, and the back of his suit was soaked.

He stared at the huge public opinion monitoring screen on the wall.

The screen was entirely a glaring dark red.

The indicator representing negative emotions directly exceeded the highest threshold.

"President Wei! We occupy seven of the top ten trending topics on Sina Weibo!" A short-haired girl suddenly stood up, her voice trembling with tears.

"Tencent News just pushed out a pop-up ad across the entire internet!" another male employee shouted. "The headline is 'Weiguang Technology: Who gave you the right to set up a private court?'"

Old Wei rushed over in a few steps.

She placed both hands on the male employee's desk.

He stared intently at the pop-up page.

The number of comments under the article is scrolling by at a rate of over a thousand per second.

"Uninstall Weiguang! Resist privacy violations!"

"Why are you monitoring my food delivery records?"

"No wonder my taxi fare was two yuan more expensive than others yesterday! This is a cancerous problem caused by big data price discrimination!"

Old Wei felt a wave of dizziness.

He braced himself against the table, panting heavily.

This was a long-planned strangulation.

BAT (Baidu, Alibaba, Tencent) has made its move.

Alibaba and Tencent's public relations teams were fully mobilized, and the entire internet was flooded with press releases denouncing Weiguang Technology.

The two-horse team determined that they could not wait any longer.

With a bad debt rate of 0.37%, Weiguang obtained a credit line of 50 billion yuan, which is eroding the credit consensus of the whole society.

They want to completely crush Weiguang with public opinion before the regulators can make a formal statement.

They exploited the public's collective panic about "price discrimination based on big data" and "privacy leaks" at the time to incite public opinion.

This is an open conspiracy.

"Mr. Wei! Reporters from the financial channel are crowding the lobby!"

"The Cyberspace Administration of China is calling to inquire!"

Old Wei suddenly sat up straight.

"Stay calm! Don't respond to anything!" Old Wei roared.

He turned and rushed toward the elevator.

He had to go see Lin Che.

Top floor, Chairman's office.

Old Wei pushed open the door.

He barged in without knocking.

The door slammed against the wall with a loud bang.

The office was extremely quiet.

The only sound was the hissing of the humidifier spraying out white mist.

Lin Che sat behind a large mahogany desk.

He was holding a black fountain pen in his hand.

A newly printed report on online public opinion was laid out in front of me.

He didn't look up.

They were still marking something on the report.

Old Wei rushed to the desk.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.

"President Lin!" Old Wei slammed his hands on the table. "Crush him across the entire internet!"

Lin Che did not stop writing.

The pen tip scratched against the paper, making a soft, rustling sound.

"The giants have joined forces," Lao Wei's voice trembled. "Baidu removed our positive keywords, WeChat blocked all our sharing links, and Alibaba's media matrix is ​​publishing smear articles across the entire internet."

"They accused us of three things."

"Abuse of data hegemony, infringement of citizens' privacy, and the establishment of unauthorized credit courts."

Old Wei swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

"Mr. Lin, netizens have gone mad."

"The customer service hotline has been ringing off the hook, with everyone asking to cancel their accounts."

Lin Che finally stopped writing.

He placed the pen on the table, making a soft "click" sound.

He raised his head.

Looking at Lao Wei's pale face.

"Are you done talking?" Lin Che asked.

Old Wei was stunned.

He had prepared a whole host of crisis management plans, thinking that Lin Che would be furious and immediately order a counterattack.

But there was no ripple in Lin Che's eyes.

It was eerily calm.

"President Lin..." Old Wei's legs went weak, and he almost lost his balance.

Lin Che leaned back in his chair.

He reached out and picked up the public opinion report filled with red lettering.

I glanced at it.

He smiled.

A very brief, cold laugh.

Old Wei broke out in a cold sweat, which dripped down his nose and onto his desk.

He doesn't understand.

The company is about to be torn apart by public opinion, so why is Lin Che still able to laugh?

"They're scared." Lin Che threw the report back onto the table.

The paper slid and stopped beside Lao Wei.

"Alibaba monopolizes e-commerce, and Tencent monopolizes social media."

"They thought the moat was impregnable."

Lin Che stood up.

I walked up to the huge floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the street below.

It was a cloudy day outside, with dark clouds hanging low.

"But the glimmer of light penetrated their moat," Lin Che said, looking at his reflection in the glass. "I didn't touch their cake; I simply reshaped the cake-cutting plates."

Old Wei turned around and looked at Lin Che's back.

"But Mr. Lin," Old Wei said anxiously, "public opinion is boiling over right now, and the regulators can't possibly turn a blind eye!"

"The two Mas and the conservatives are just trying to use us as a tool to kill someone! They want to force the government to intervene and ban us!"

"I know." Lin Che turned around.

He had his hands in his trouser pockets.

"They thought I had become arrogant and crossed the line."

"They thought it was a sure win."

Lin Che walked up to Lao Wei.

The distance was very close, and the oppressive feeling directly enveloped Lao Wei.

"This is the storm I want."

"If the stage isn't big enough, the play won't be good."

Old Wei's eyes widened, and his pupils contracted sharply.

He couldn't understand Lin Che's logic at all.

Using the internet's condemnation as a stage? That's the idea of ​​a madman.

"President Lin, we need to issue a statement to apologize! We need to promise that we will never monitor user privacy again!" Old Wei made a last-ditch effort.

"I won't send it," Lin Che interrupted him.

"Not a single word is allowed."

"Open up the entire comment section and let them hurl insults; the higher the buzz, the better."

Old Wei gasped.

He looked at Lin Che as if he were looking at a monster.

Give up resistance and simply lie down and let the entire internet harass you.

The valuation of Weiguang will evaporate by half in an instant.

"Go and carry it out." Lin Che's tone was extremely cold, leaving no room for negotiation.

Old Wei opened his mouth.

Unable to make a sound.

He lowered his head in despair.

"Yes."

Old Wei turned around and walked unsteadily toward the door.

He had just grasped the doorknob.

The door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

The immense force knocked Lao Wei back two steps.

Xie Yu rushed in.

He wasn't wearing a coat, and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone.

The tie was askew to one side.

His face was even paler than Lao Wei's, completely devoid of color.

Xie Yu didn't even knock on the door.

He bypassed Lao Wei and rushed to the desk in a few steps.

His hands were on the table, his arms trembling uncontrollably.

"President Lin," Xie Yu said, his voice hoarse.

Lin Che looked at him.

Even in the face of the greatest crises, Xie Yu had never lost his composure like this.

"Something's happened." Xie Yu stared intently at Lin Che.

The air suddenly became quiet.

The sound from the air conditioner vents became extremely piercing.

Old Wei stood at the door, not daring to move.

Xie Yu took a deep breath.

"It's Mr. Wang from China Merchants Bank on the phone."

Xie Yu dug his fingers into the table. "He just called me, and his tone was off!"

Lin Che's eyes narrowed.

he knows.

The real killer move is here.

Public opinion is just the prelude.

Cutting off their food supply would be the real dead end.