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The office door was closed.

The heavy solid wood door panels shut out the deathly silence outside.

Lin Che stood in front of the desk.

He was holding the cardboard envelope from the express delivery.

The red seal stung Xie Yu's eyes.

Xie Yu stood two meters away, his neck tilted forward, his eyes bloodshot.

He stared intently at the envelope, his breath catching in his throat.

Lin Che reached out and pinched the drawstring at the seal.

Pull hard.

"Sizzle—"

The cardboard tore, and the sound was amplified infinitely in the extremely quiet office.

Xie Yu's shoulders jerked suddenly.

Lin Che pulled out a few pages of watermarked A4 paper.

The top of the window is adorned with bright red Song typeface.

Supreme People's Court.

People's Bank of China.

Lin Che lowered his gaze, his eyes sweeping over the bold characters on the paper.

This document is at an alarmingly high level.

This is not a suggestion, not an invitation; this is a mandatory notification.

The central bank and conservative factions within the Supreme People's Court seized the opportunity to force Lin Che to attend the highest-level closed-door summit on "Credit and Digital Future" held in Beijing.

Time: 10:00 AM tomorrow.

Location: A national-level conference center in Beijing.

Lin Che turned to the second page, the list of attendees.

The first row consists entirely of key figures from top-level regulatory agencies.

The second row consists of the presidents of the four major state-owned banks.

The third row consists of the top decision-makers from Alibaba, Tencent, and Baidu.

There were no media outlets or unrelated personnel.

This was a trial of the highest standard.

His opponents attempted to use regulatory intervention to completely eliminate him.

Lin Che flipped his wrist and threw the document onto the desk, the paper rubbing against the surface with a "rustling" sound.

Xie Yu lunged forward.

He picked up the document with both hands.

His gaze swept over the words "order," "closed-door summit," and "credit and digital future."

I only looked at it for a second.

Xie Yu's legs began to tremble violently.

His knees buckled, and he crashed directly into the edge of the mahogany desk.

"Bang."

A dull thud.

Xie Yu didn't cry out in pain. He gripped the A4 paper with both hands, squeezing the edges of the paper until they were crumpled into a mess.

"A closed-door summit..." Xie Yu's teeth chattered violently, making a "clucking" sound, "and it's still jointly led by the Supreme People's Court and the People's Bank of China..."

Xie Yu suddenly raised his head.

Tears streamed down his face, mixed with cold sweat.

"Mr. Lin, we're finished."

"This is a trap; they're going to devour us alive."

Lin Che did not speak.

He walked around the desk and back to the boss's chair.

sit down.

Lean back in the chair and place your hands crossed over your abdomen.

The cold air from the air conditioner blew down from above, hitting Xie Yu's soaked shirt.

Xie Yu shivered violently.

Sudden.

Xie Yu's phone in his suit pocket started vibrating wildly.

The vibration frequency was extremely fast, pressed tightly against his thigh flesh, like a death knell.

Xie Yu shakily pulled out his phone.

His fingers were completely stiff, and it took him three tries to unlock the screen.

Countless push notifications instantly took over the entire screen.

Sina Weibo, Tencent News, and Toutiao.

Xie Yu's face instantly turned ashen.

It was completely devoid of color, like a corpse.

He looked up at Lin Che.

"President Lin," Xie Yu's Adam's apple bobbed with great difficulty, "it's been pushed out across the entire internet."

Xie Yu flipped his phone screen over and pointed it at Lin Che.

It's the number one trending topic on Weibo.

It was followed by a dark red "Explode" character.

Title: Founder of Weiguang Technology Ordered to Beijing for Trial; Credit Hegemony to Face Final Verdict!

BAT deliberately leaked the summit agenda to the media.

The entire internet knows that this is a "public trial" of Wei Guang.

There is absolutely no privacy.

Before the regulatory blade could fall, Jack Ma and Pony Ma had already set up the guillotine across the entire internet.

Through the explosion-proof glass blinds.

The large open-plan office area outside was blown up.

Someone suddenly stood up, causing the swivel chair to overturn.

Someone was slamming the keyboard, and the plastic keys flew off.

There were also the desperate cries of female employees.

Panic completely spiraled out of control.

The entire internet is pessimistic.

This is a dead end with the cards all out in the open.

Everyone thought that Microlight Technology wouldn't survive until tomorrow.

Lin Che stared at the blood-red "Explosion" character on his phone screen.

My gaze drifted past the phone and towards the sky outside the window.

The dark clouds hung low, casting a gray gloom over the entire city of Hangzhou.

Looking at the official document, Lin Che knew that the power struggle at the top had begun.

Memories of past lives flooded my brain like icy seawater.

End of 2020.

It was the same gray sky.

The regulatory heavy hand from the original timeline of 2020 fell ahead of schedule.

At that time, he was a mid-level manager at Alibaba.

He witnessed firsthand how the massive Ant Group empire was abruptly cut short on the eve of its IPO by an administrative order.

A trillion-dollar valuation vanished into thin air.

He remembers the despair he felt at the time; all his stock options instantly became worthless.

He remembered that night, he was hungry, his stomach ulcer flared up, and the cramps made him curl up on the floor, his shirt soaked with sweat.

The physical pain is extremely realistic.

The conservatives in the traditional financial world absolutely will not allow any private enterprise to dabble in the "right to mint coins".

This is an absolute forbidden zone for power.

The current situation is even more dangerous than in my previous life.

He not only crossed the line, but he also shattered it in front of the entire internet community.

BAT (Baidu, Alibaba, Tencent) and conservatives thought they had found his Achilles' heel.

They thought this high-level accountability trip to Beijing would be the funeral of Weiguang Technology.

Lin Che looked away.

He looked down at his long, slender fingers.

then.

Lin Che suddenly laughed.

A silent, cold laugh, utterly contemptuous.

Xie Yu felt a chill run down his spine.

A chill ran from my tailbone straight up to the back of my head.

Looking at Lin Che, he felt that the person sitting there was not an entrepreneur about to go bankrupt, but an executioner looking down on the execution ground.

"President Lin, we can't go," Xie Yu said hoarsely, taking a step forward helplessly. "Going there would be admitting guilt."

"They will immediately strip the Microlight Brain of its control, and they will freeze all the servers."

"go."

Lin Che interrupted him.

He only said one word.

Xie Yu stood there, stunned, his mind completely blank.

Lin Che extended his right hand and pressed the internal communication button on his desk.

"Zhou Han, come to my office."

Ten seconds later.

The office door was suddenly pushed open.

Technical Director Zhou Han walked in.

His dark circles were extremely heavy, and his eyeballs were covered with spiderweb-like blood vessels.

Her hair looked like a tangled mess.

He carried the icy, anti-static smell of the server room.

Zhou Han glanced at the official document on the table.

He glanced again at Xie Yu, whose face was ashen.

Zhou Han swallowed hard, stopping two meters away, not daring to approach the mahogany desk.

Lin Che stood up.

He reached out and picked up the ultimatum notice bearing a red seal.

Use your wrist to generate force.

"Snapped!"

Lin Che slammed the notice heavily on the table, the sound extremely crisp, like a resounding slap.

Xie Yu and Zhou Han were both jolted.

Lin Che turned around, his gaze piercing towards Technical Director Zhou Han like a cold blade.

"Is the computing power finished running?" Lin Che asked.

Zhou Han nodded mechanically, his hands clenched tightly at his sides.

"It's done," Zhou Han's voice was dry. "The massive amount of junk data has been cross-referenced, and all asset penetration links have been completely locked down."

Lin Che extended his right index finger and tapped it lightly on the table without any hesitation.

"Copy that thing out."