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

After Lin Che finished speaking, the venue fell silent.

Two seconds later, the Supreme Court leader lifted his hands off the mahogany table, raised them, and clapped vigorously.

"Slap. Slap. Slap."

The applause was loud and clear.

The central bank leaders stood up and applauded.

Then, several official committee members in the third row stood up, and applause erupted.

The bank presidents in the front row seemed to wake up from a dream.

President Liu of China Construction Bank suddenly jumped up and clapped his hands hard until his palms turned red.

Mr. Wang, the general manager of China Merchants Bank, stood up as well. His legs went weak, and his knees hit the solid wood coffee table with a dull thud.

He was completely oblivious and clapped enthusiastically.

Thunderous applause erupted.

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Lin Che stood on the podium, neither bowing nor smiling, looking down at the fervent audience below.

In a past life, these applause belonged to those capitalist scams that dragged the people into the abyss.

Now, this applause belongs to true order.

He won! He made the most dangerous leap!

The applause lasted for a full minute, and then the Supreme People's Court leader raised his hands and pressed them down.

The applause stopped instantly; absolute obedience.

The leader looked at Lin Che with eyes that no longer held scrutiny, but only admiration.

"Okay," the leader uttered a single word, his voice amplified through the microphone, "Very good."

The core figures of the conservative faction looked at each other in bewilderment.

They shut their mouths. No one mentioned "illegally issuing currency" or "usurping the right to mint coins" anymore. Faced with absolute efficiency and national interests, those accusations were instantly crushed.

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Lin Che took a step forward, closer to the microphone.

"The 'micro-light court' is not a private court," Lin Che said very slowly, each word landing heavily on the carpet. "It is the sharpest sword of the national judiciary."

He shifted his gaze, scanning the first row.

"Anyone who opposes microcredit," Lin Che paused, "is protecting deadbeats and is opposing the establishment of the national credit system."

The three heavy hats were slammed down on top of each other.

Alibaba Vice President Sun Zheng huddled on the sofa, trembling all over.

Cold sweat soaked through his expensive custom-made suit.

The moral high ground of BAT (Baidu, Alibaba, Tencent) has completely collapsed.

Sun Zheng's breathing stopped, his mouth was open, but he couldn't make a sound.

The leader of the Supreme People's Court turned his head and looked at the leader of the People's Bank of China; the two exchanged a glance.

After a brief nod, the Supreme Court leader looked at Lin Che again.

"Next month," the leader announced the final verdict, "the pilot program for government-assisted credit investigation will be officially launched. Weiguang Technology, as the first and only pilot unit, will be fully connected to the judicial enforcement system."

Officially deified, a national-level protective charm, now completely in hand.

Micro-light analysis is no longer a private tool operating in a gray area; it is a legitimate official tool.

Reporters in the gallery frantically snapped photos, capturing this moment that changed the history of the Chinese internet.

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The meeting ended, and the door opened.

The leaders left through the designated exit, and the atmosphere in the meeting room gradually returned to normal.

Lin Che turned around and unplugged the encrypted USB drive from the host computer.

The metal casing was cold. He put the USB drive back in his trouser pocket and stepped down from the podium.

President Liu of China Construction Bank and General Manager Wang of China Merchants Bank immediately surrounded them.

"President Lin!" President Wang greeted him with a beaming smile, bowing low. His suit jacket was covered in dried white sweat stains. "That 50 billion..." President Wang rubbed his hands together, his tone obsequious. "The head office's compliance department system malfunctioned just now, but it's completely fixed now, and the loan can be disbursed at any time."

Lin Che didn't stop. He walked straight past President Wang without lingering in his sights. President Wang froze on the spot, his hands hanging in mid-air, embarrassed and terrified.

Bank Manager Liu swallowed hard. He dared not chase after them any further. They knew they had missed their only chance.

Lin Che walked towards the exit of the venue, passing the first row.

Sun Zheng was still sitting on the sofa, with executives from Tencent and Baidu standing next to him. They hadn't left, and their eyes were full of gloom as they watched Lin Che walk over.

The compliance crackdown has completely failed, and moral blackmail has become a red carpet for a glimmer of glory.

Lin Che stopped and looked down at the group of giants who had once monopolized the Chinese Internet.

Sun Zheng slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with frantic bloodshot veins, his gold-rimmed glasses tilted to one side, as conventional methods were no longer able to kill Wei Guang.

"Double Twelve is almost here," a Tencent executive said in a low voice, his cheek muscles bulging.

Sun Zheng gripped the leather sofa armrests tightly with both hands.

"Fight a price war," Sun Zheng's voice was hoarse, "burn money, wear him down with pure cash subsidies."

Baidu executives nodded, "The three of us are joining forces to launch the most brutal cash subsidy war in the history of the Internet, worth tens of billions of yuan, and smash the lower-tier market."

This is the last trump card of the old internet giants, the bloodiest battle, stripping away profits and relying purely on the sheer size of their capital to crush the competition.

Lin Che overheard their conversation, but he didn't refute it or react in any other way. He continued walking, his leather shoes clicking on the thick red carpet, and stepped out the door.

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Outside the National Convention Center in Beijing.

Twelve o'clock.

The sky remained gray, the wind was extremely strong, and the temperature was approaching minus five degrees Celsius.

The square was deserted, with only a few crumpled pieces of red banners rolling on the ground, a desolate sight.

Lin Che stood on the high granite steps, the cold wind blowing directly into his shirt collar and lifting the hem of his suit jacket.

He reached his right hand into his trouser pocket and took out his phone.

The screen was full of missed calls, all from Xie Yu.

Lin Che pressed the call button.

"beep--"

The phone rang only half a ring before being answered instantly.

"President Lin!" Xie Yu's voice cracked, filled with suppressed sobs. He was in his office in Hangzhou, waiting for the final death sentence, waiting for the news of Lin Che's arrest on the spot.

"I've printed out the bankruptcy liquidation agreement, and I've calculated the severance pay," Xie Yu said incoherently, his voice trembling violently.

Lin Che held his phone, looking at the gray sky ahead.

"Xie Yu," Lin Che began.

Xie Yu's sobs instantly stopped.

He held his breath, and all that could be heard through the phone receiver was his heavy breathing.

"Unfreeze that 500 billion," Lin Che said calmly.

Xie Yu was stunned, his brain completely shut down, and he suspected that he was hallucinating.

Lin Che took a step and walked down the wide granite steps.

The leather shoes made a crisp echo as they stepped on the hard stone slabs.

"Notify all branches nationwide," a cold wind whistled past the phone's microphone, creating a hissing noise. Lin Che walked to the roadside. "Prepare for war."

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