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

"Wash it in."

This term is crude and carries a rough,江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) feel, which does not align with Alibaba's core values ​​of "empowerment" and "win-win cooperation."

But at this moment, the word is as precise as a scalpel.

Mr. Ma did not refute.

He stood up, walked around the conference table, and went to the projection screen.

The screen had gone black, but he was still staring at the spot where the number had been.

He reached out and gently stroked the blank curtain with his fingers.

The movements were very gentle, as if caressing an expensive, fragile piece of Yuan blue and white porcelain.

"It doesn't matter if it's a white cat or a black cat."

Mr. Ma's voice wasn't loud, but it made everyone sit up straight: "A cat is a good cat as long as it catches mice."

This is a signal.

This signals a move to whitewash "violations" as "strategic innovation."

Li Mo's expression changed.

He braced himself on the table with both hands, trying to stand up.

"Mr. Ma, this is not compliant with regulations. If we open this door, how will we control the financial processes in the future? Where is the bottom line for the audit department?"

Mr. Ma did not turn around.

He remained with his back to everyone, staring at the blank screen.

Li Mo's buttocks had barely left the leather seat when he slumped back down heavily.

"puff."

The air inside the chair was instantly squeezed out, producing a muffled thud.

In this battlefield where KPIs matter, the bottom line is used to restrain the losers.

For the winners, the bottom line is flexible.

Old Xiao sat in the front row, his cigarette already burned down to the filter.

He didn't feel the heat.

He stubbed out his cigarette in the cap of the mineral water bottle in front of him.

My hands are shaking a little.

That's a physiological reaction to over-excitement.

Because he knew he had made the right bet.

Lin Che not only survived, but also became the lifeline for the entire wireless business unit.

"Li Mo".

Mr. Ma turned around and his gaze lingered on Li Mo's face for a second.

"The work of the audit department is very important, but in war, supplies come first."

He paused.

"Starting today, the audit department will cooperate with Lin Che's team on compliance optimization. This is cooperation, not supervision. Do you understand?"

Li Mo opened his mouth.

Finally, he could only lower his head and close the thick stack of indictments.

"I understand."

This is the workplace.

Just minutes ago, he was a high and mighty judge.

A few minutes later, he became the waiter who wiped the defendant's buttocks.

Lin Che stood still, without showing a victorious smile.

He simply and calmly stuffed the old computer into his bag and zipped it up.

Because he knew this was only the first step.

The real storm is yet to come.

The conference room door was suddenly pushed open.

There was no knocking.

Secretary Xiao Zhao rushed in looking flustered, clutching a cell phone in her hand.

Meetings at this level are off-limits to everyone, not even the most insignificant person.

Unless the sky falls.

"Mr. Ma, something's happened."

Xiao Zhao even forgot to hand the phone over and held it up directly in front of Mr. Ma.

The screen is lit.

That's the WeChat interface.

The originally green interface was now covered by a glaring red.

In my WeChat Moments, all the profile pictures are posting the same thing.

A red square with a golden "开" (open) character in the center.

WeChat red envelopes.

"When was this launched?" Mr. Ma's voice suddenly turned cold.

"Just now, ten minutes ago," Xiao Zhao's voice trembled with tears, "this is the latest beta version, it hasn't been fully released yet, but..."

But he's gone mad.

Outside the door, cheers could be faintly heard from the previously quiet office area.

"I got it! Five yuan and twenty cents!"

"Damn, I only have two cents!"

Those were Alibaba's own employees.

They're having a blast using their competitors' products.

The cheers pierced through the soundproof glass, like slaps to the faces of every executive in the conference room.

Mr. Ma grabbed the phone.

He swiped the screen.

Every time you refresh your Moments, dozens more red messages appear.

That viral growth rate was ten times more terrifying than the growth curve Lin Che had just shown.

This is a dimensional reduction attack.

This was the attack on Pearl Harbor.

If Alibaba cannot come up with a solution before New Year's Eve, then there's no point in fighting the mobile battle this year.

Surrender immediately.

Mr. Ma's hands were shaking.

Anger, but even more so fear.

For internet companies, being stabbed in the heart of their core territory by a competitor is more terrifying than losing a billion dollars.

"Snapped!"

Mr. Ma threw his phone on the table.

The phone slid half a meter across the mahogany table before bumping into Lin Che's worn-out laptop bag and coming to a stop.

The screen was still lit.

The golden character "开" (open) resembled a mocking eye, staring at everyone.

The meeting room was deathly silent.

Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look Mr. Ma in the eye.

Except for Lin Che.

He looked at the phone, his eyes calm.

I even felt a little like laughing.

This is the moment he's been waiting for.

Only when panic reaches its peak will the rules completely collapse.

Only when an elephant is driven to desperation by a mouse will it recklessly trample the flowers and grass beneath its feet.

"Budget."

Mr. Ma spoke up.

His voice was hoarse, as if it were being squeezed out of his chest.

"I want to see a counterattack. No matter what means are used, no matter how much money is spent."

He raised his head, his gaze fixed intently on Lin Che.

It was the look in the eyes of a drowning person clinging to the last piece of wood.

"You just said you could bring in half of China's internet users?"

Lin Che nodded.

"As long as there's enough money."

Mr. Ma held up one finger.

"Double."

"The 30 million that was just frozen, unfreeze it, and I'll approve another 30 million for you."

"No matter how many servers, how much traffic, or how much cash you need, as long as you can boost the data and steal users from WeChat, that's all that matters."

Mr. Ma's fingers tapped heavily on the table.

"Special cases are handled specially."

"I'm giving you unlimited firing rights."

The meeting is adjourned.

The executives filed out, their steps hurried.

Anxiety was written all over everyone's face, a fear of having to work overtime on the upcoming New Year's Eve.

Li Mo walked the slowest.

He finished tidying up the pile of waste paper and paused as he passed Lin Che.

The once-sharp Armani suit now looked somewhat wrinkled, and the shoulders slumped.

He didn't look at Lin Che, but simply said in a low voice:

"Take care of yourself."

Lin Che ignored him.

He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the night view of Hangzhou outside.

Bright lights.

Countless cars converged into a red river on Binjiang Avenue.

Old Xiao walked over.

He was holding a piece of paper in his hand.

That was a "special budget approval slip" that had just been signed by Mr. Ma.

The only word on it is: Special Funds, Reimbursement Based on Actual Expenses.

There is no upper limit.

The ink from the pen was very heavy, and it shone through the back of the paper, forming raised black dots.

The red official seal in the lower right corner wasn't completely dry yet, emitting a pungent smell of ink.

"Take it."

Old Xiao stuffed the approval slip into Lin Che's hand.

His hands were still trembling slightly.

"Brother, we're risking our lives this time, don't mess it up."

Lin Che looked down at the paper.

This is more than just an approval slip.

This is a blank check.

It is a ticket to a multi-billion dollar empire.

It is also a knife that kills.

With it, he can legitimately import Alibaba's public domain traffic into his own private domain pool.

He can use Alibaba's money to buy the best servers, the most expensive traffic, and the most targeted users.

Then, they were all turned into assets of "Weiguang Media".

"rest assured."

Lin Che folded the approval slip and put it into his inner pocket.

He straightened his collar.

The yellowed tie was somewhat glaring in the metal mirror of the elevator.

The person in the mirror was still pale, but their eyes had changed.

No longer the timid, submissive worker.

Instead, he was a hunter preparing to enter the fray.

The elevator doors slowly closed.

In that instant, Lin Che took out his phone and scrolled to a name in his contacts.

That's not a colleague from Alibaba.

That was an "old friend" of his in Shenzhen.

Although they haven't met yet.

But he knew that at that moment, that person was sitting on the top floor of the Tencent building, watching the skyrocketing data and popping champagne.

"Zhang Xiaolong".

Lin Che murmured the name.

The elevator plummeted rapidly, and a feeling of weightlessness washed over me.

He looked at the name on his phone screen and his lips twitched slightly.

This is not a laugh.

This is a declaration of war.

I also want to express my gratitude.

"Thank you for your help."