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

The door to the top-floor conference room is very heavy; it takes some effort to push it open.

The door hinge turned, making a dull thud.

The voice that had been giving a report in the conference room suddenly stopped.

More than thirty pairs of eyes turned around at once.

The air was thick with the smell of coffee and cigarettes—a mixture of anxiety and other odors.

The long mahogany conference table was full of people, including all senior executives at P9 level and above from the wireless business unit.

They were dressed in suits, sitting upright, with bottles of Evian mineral water and iPads used to record KPIs in front of them.

Lin Che stood at the door.

His slightly yellowed white shirt looked out of place in this environment.

The leather of the laptop bag he was carrying was worn through at the corners, revealing loose white nylon threads inside.

No one speaks.

Only a few leather seats made a faint rustling sound as they turned, like the sound of some animal chewing bones.

According to procedure, he should be waiting for a talk in the legal department on the first floor, or packing up cardboard boxes at his workstation.

But he showed up here.

The HR person in charge of taking meeting minutes paused for a moment, then subconsciously glanced at Mr. Ma, who was sitting in the head seat.

Mr. Ma didn't look up; he was still looking at the financial report in his hand.

Lin Che neither greeted him nor offered an explanation.

He walked straight to the back corner of the conference room.

There were several spare folding chairs piled up there.

He pulled aside and sat down.

The movement was very light, but in this deathly silent space, the sound of the metal chair legs hitting the ground was still as clear as a gunshot.

He placed the worn-out laptop bag on his lap, clasped his hands together, and looked straight ahead.

Like an outsider listening to someone else's trial.

Sitting in the first seat on the left, Li Mo pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and lingered on Lin Che for two seconds.

There was no anger, only a kind of indifference towards the dead.

.........

"continue."

Li Mo turned around and walked towards the podium.

Instead of holding a page turner, he tapped the projection screen with his finger.

"Now that the person involved has arrived, that's perfect."

Li Mo's voice was not loud, but had a metallic, cold quality. "Now that we've finished talking about Laiwang's daily active user data, let's talk about costs."

The screen flickered.

A complex chart showing the flow of funds filled the entire screen.

It was a red net.

The center is a node called "Weiguang Media".

Countless red arrows originated from Alibaba Group's accounts, converged into this node, and then exploded instantly, flowing to tens of thousands of private accounts.

There were no invoices.

There are no contracts filed.

There is only naked cash outflow.

Li Mo reached out and tapped his knuckles heavily on the screen twice.

"Knock knock."

A dull thud.

"In the past two months, the wireless business unit's marketing department paid 31.2 million yuan to Weiguang Media under the guise of 'promotion subsidies'."

Li Mo paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping across the entire room.

"Within 24 hours of entering Weiguang Media's accounts, this money was split into small amounts ranging from 50 to 100 yuan and flowed to tens of thousands of untraceable personal Alipay accounts across the internet."

He turned his head and looked at Lin Che in the corner.

"Manager Lin, our colleagues in the audit department have checked and found that the legal representative of Weiguang Media is your college classmate's cousin, and most of the personal accounts that received the funds are newly registered 'zombie accounts'."

The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became tense.

Old Xiao, who was sitting in front of Lin Che, suddenly stopped twirling the pen in his hand.

The pen tip poked the notebook on my lap.

The black ink spread out, like a blooming mold.

Old Xiao didn't look up; he simply tore off the page and crumpled it into a ball.

This is the workplace.

When it comes to "embezzlement" cases involving tens of millions of dollars, there are no superiors or subordinates, only plaintiffs and defendants.

Li Mo continued, "Fictitious transactions, related-party transactions, and misappropriation of funds—according to the group's 'High-Voltage Line' system, this is not just a matter of dismissal."

He pressed the key again.

A line of bold red text appeared on the screen:

It is recommended that the case be handed over to the judicial authorities for processing.

"This is my audit conclusion."

Li Mo closed the folder in his hand, and the thick stack of A4 papers made a soft "snap" sound.

"We must make an example of these parasites."

............

The meeting room was extremely quiet.

Outside the window, a sparrow crashed into the glass curtain wall, leaving a blurry mark, before falling down.

Only the projector's cooling fan was buzzing, like the sound of fly wings.

Everyone held their breath, awaiting the decision from higher-ups.

Or wait for security guards to rush in.

A rustling sound came from the corner.

Lin Che made a move.

He picked up the worn-out laptop bag from his lap and unzipped it.

stab-

The sound was somewhat jarring in the quiet air.

He pulled out the old Lenovo laptop covered in stickers from his bag, and then pulled out a tangled ball of black yarn.

That's a power cord.

He lowered his head and patiently untangled the ball of yarn.

Interlace your fingers, loop around the knot, and straighten it.

His movements were slow and deliberate, as if he were solving a complex puzzle, or as if he were a repairman fixing appliances at home.

Li Mo frowned: "Lin Che, pretending to be crazy won't work at this time."

Lin Che finally untied the last knot.

He raised his head.

His face was pale, with dark circles under his eyes, as if he had been up all night, but there was not a trace of turbidity in his eyes.

That was the luster of absolute rationality.

He stood up.

The metal legs of the folding chair scraped a sharp sound across the polished marble floor.

Nourishes—

Several executives subconsciously frowned.

Lin Che carried his laptop, walked around the long conference table, and stepped toward the podium.

He didn't stop walking as he passed by Lao Xiao.

They didn't stop when they passed by Li Mo.

He walked to the projector and placed the tangled mess of data cables on the table.

Before Li Mo lay a mountain of paper audit reports, ironclad evidence of the old era.

Lin Che only had a black USB drive in his hand, which was plugged into the computer.

Those are nuclear weapons of the new era.

"Mr. Li."

Lin Che spoke up.

His voice was a little hoarse, as if it had been sanded by coarse sandpaper.

He reached out and unplugged the VGA port from Li Mo's computer.

The screen went black instantly.

That suffocating red network has disappeared.

Lin Che plugged the interface into his computer.

"You told a wonderful story, and the logic was perfect."

The screen lit up again.

The blue light shone on Lin Che's face, casting a long shadow that fell onto Li Mo.

Lin Che looked at Li Mo, whose face was ashen, and calmly asked the question:

"Now, it's time for me to settle the score."