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

"drop."

That crisp notification sound was like a bucket of cold water being poured into a scalding hot oil pan.

The entire room fell silent.

The huge LED screen lit up.

It doesn't have those outdated PPT page-turning effects.

There are no fancy artistic fonts either.

What appeared before everyone was a dark blue map of China.

It was as deep as the ocean at midnight.

But above this deep blue, countless golden points of light are exploding wildly.

"Slap, slap, slap..."

Each time a spot of light illuminates, it is accompanied by a soft sound effect.

At first, it looked like sparse raindrops.

A few seconds later, it turned into a continuous downpour.

Golden sparks burst forth from the coastal areas of Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and Shanghai, resembling golden dragons swimming upstream along the Yangtze River.

It instantly illuminated Central China, penetrated Southwest China, and ignited Northwest China.

The entire screen was flickering.

That was a visual nuclear explosion.

In the very center of the screen, a string of red numbers was scrolling wildly like a runaway stopwatch.

Total transaction amount: ¥15,400,230

In the blink of an eye.

It becomes ¥16,800,500.

Blink again.

¥18,900,450.

The numbers were jumping around so fast that the last three digits even blurred into a red afterimage.

It's impossible to see clearly.

All you could feel was the terrifying speed at which money was flowing.

This is not a static chart.

This is a living, breathing behemoth.

The Wall Street elites sitting in the audience were all dumbfounded.

They held Montblanc pens worth tens of thousands of dollars in their hands, but forgot what they were going to write in their notebooks.

They've seen countless exquisite roadshow presentation slides.

But I've never seen anything like it before.

What is this?

This is like cutting open the pulse of consumption in China and showing it to them directly!

Li Mo stood in front of the giant screen.

The golden light reflected on his face, making him appear to flicker between light and shadow, like a wizard who had mastered lightning.

His hands were trembling.

It's not because I'm afraid.

It was because of that extreme excitement that his blood was burning.

"Mr. Muddy Waters"

Li Mo turned around and stared intently at the pale-faced white man in the first row.

His voice was slightly off-key due to excitement, but it also revealed an unprecedented arrogance.

"Did you see it clearly?"

Li Mo suddenly waved his hand, pointing to the lights that were flashing wildly in the mountainous area of ​​Guizhou.

"You think this is data code?"

"You think this is the program we wrote?"

"wrong!"

"Each dot of light represents a real order!"

"Those are farmers in the mountains of Guizhou, buying a box of apples for five yuan!"

Li Mo swiped his finger across the screen, pointing to an unknown county in Henan.

"That's a mom in a small town in Henan province, buying a box of diapers for 9.9 yuan each!"

"That's an old man in a snowy village in Northeast China, buying a new cotton-padded coat for his grandson for the Chinese New Year!"

Li Mo spoke faster and faster, his spittle flying under the spotlight.

"You call this a zombie user?"

"You call this a malicious attack?"

"No, sir."

Li Mo took a deep breath and, facing the hundreds of stunned investors, shouted the line Lin Che had taught him:

"This is the pulsating capillaries of the Chinese economy!"

"These are the 600 million people you've forgotten, voting with their wallets!"

To prove that he wasn't lying.

Li Mo turned around and randomly tapped a flashing dot on the screen.

With a "whoosh".

A floating window popped up on the screen.

The above displays the anonymized real-time logistics information:

Order Number: WP20140316...

【Product: 5-pound pack of ugly apples from Zhaotong, Yunnan】

Status: SF Express has picked up the package.

[Sent to: Ludian County, Zhaotong City, Yunnan Province...]

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

A wave of exclamations arose.

"My God..."

The Morgan Stanley manager took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"Is this real-time? Is this really real-time?"

"This technology is insane... I've never seen a visualization system like this in Silicon Valley."

"This isn't just falsifying accounts, it's practically a live broadcast of a money-printing machine!"

The direct impact was too strong.

Faced with these rolling numbers, Muddy Waters' 80-page short-selling report seems so pale and powerless.

It's like trying to stop a roaring train with a piece of waste paper.

.......

"I don't believe it!!"

A hysterical roar shattered the brief moment of amazement.

The representative of Muddy Waters suddenly jumped up from his chair.

His hair was disheveled, his tie was askew, and his once arrogant blue eyes were now bloodshot.

He was not reconciled.

He holds short positions worth hundreds of millions of US dollars.

If he admits defeat today, he'll be skinned alive and have his tendons pulled out when he gets back!

"This is a video recording!"

"This is definitely a recording!"

The representative from Muddy Waters pointed at the large screen, his fingers trembling violently.

"You Chinese are masters of counterfeiting!"

"You wrote the program in advance, and showed it to us like a movie!"

"I don't believe your servers can withstand such a massive surge!"

"I don't believe anyone would buy that junk that costs only a few dollars!"

"Liars! They're all liars!"

He was becoming somewhat incoherent, like a mad dog cornered against a wall.

Li Mo looked at him.

His expression changed from excitement to indifference.

That indifference is the victor's contempt for the loser.

"Video recording?"

Li Mo sneered.

He didn't offer any explanation, but instead looked directly at the audience below the stage.

"Which investor here would like to give it a try?"

Li Mo spoke into the microphone, his voice carrying to every corner.

"Take out your phones."

"Although this is the Chinese version, it's very easy to use."

Download the "WePinTuan" app and place your order now!

"See if the screen lights up."

The entire room fell silent for a second.

then.

Sitting in the third row, the Goldman Sachs chief analyst, the man with gold-rimmed glasses, silently took out his phone.

He moved very quickly.

Connect to the Wi-Fi here, search, download, and install.

Although the interface is entirely in Chinese, the red "Buy" button is in a universal language.

He ordered a box of the cheapest tissues.

One dollar.

Payment successful.

Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the big screen.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

"Bang!"

The Hangzhou area on the screen corresponds to the network node where the Waldorf Astoria Hotel's IP address is located.

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light burst forth.

It was larger and brighter than all the other points of light around it.

Immediately afterwards, a floating window popped up:

[New order from: Waldorf Astoria New York, USA]

[Product: Vinda Facial Tissue 3 Packs]

The Goldman Sachs analyst looked at the big screen and then at the order number on his phone.

The same.

He looked up, and his eyes changed.

That scrutinizing, suspicious gaze has completely disappeared.

Instead, there was a greed that wanted to swallow Li Mo, or rather, the "micro-group buying" project whole.

"It's true."

He said softly.

But those three words, in the quiet hall, were like a thunderclap.

This effectively sealed the fate of short sellers.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

Just then.

The phone that the representative of Muddy Waters had placed on the table suddenly started vibrating wildly.

That was a dedicated red-line telephone.

Only the highest levels of headquarters can break in.

His hands were trembling as he answered the phone.

Before I could even speak, the boss's roar, as if he wanted to tear the roof off, came through the receiver:

"FUCK!!"

"What the hell are you doing?!"

Yahoo's stock price exploded! It jumped 12%!

"Buyers across the entire market are going all in! We're running out of margin!"

"Close the position! Close it immediately! No matter the price, buy it back right now!!"

"Beep beep beep..."

The phone hangs up.

The representative of Muddy Waters, holding his phone, slumped limply into his chair as if his spine had been removed.

His face was ashen.

It’s over.

It's all over.

He suffered a crushing defeat.

He stood up awkwardly, wanting to escape this suffocating place.

Because he was walking too fast, he stepped on the short-selling report that had fallen to the ground.

The sign on it bore the huge headline: "Alibaba Fraud".

Now, there's a dark footprint on that title.

It looks like a huge joke.

Amidst hundreds of mocking and gloating glances, he squeezed out of the crowd like a rat crossing the street.

They didn't even dare to turn their heads.

Li Mo stood on the stage, watching the retreating figure flee in disarray.

He straightened his tie.

Although the shirt was still wet and the hair was still messy.

But at this moment, in everyone's eyes, he was as tall as a giant.

He spoke into the microphone, uttering the most pretentious, and also the most devastating, statement of the night:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Muddy Waters."

"Our server just crashed."

Li Mo shrugged, looking helpless.

"Our printing press is running too fast, and it's jammed."

.......

The back row of the lobby.

In that most inconspicuous, shadowy corner.

Lin Che leaned against the wall, looking down at the screen of his phone.

The screen displays Interactive Brokers' trading interface.

The candlestick representing Yahoo's stock price was a large, green bullish candlestick that shot straight into the sky.

(Note: In the US stock market, green indicates an increase and red indicates a decrease; this is described here as a surge in green, following US stock market convention.)

Pulling scallions out of dry land.

A straight line rose by 12%.

But this only reflects the increase in the underlying stock price.

Lin Che bought a Call.

It is an out-of-the-money call option that is about to expire.

These options are essentially worthless under normal circumstances.

But when faced with a black swan-level surge, it becomes a nuclear weapon.

The increase is not 12%.

It's 300%...

500% ...

800%!

The numbers in the account balance column are jumping wildly.

Every second, it adds hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Lin Che watched as the number finally broke through the 30 million mark.

30,000,000 USD.

At the current exchange rate, this is close to 200 million RMB.

Just a few hours ago, he was a former employee eating instant noodles at an internet cafe.

Now, he is a hidden billionaire with a net worth of 200 million.

On this noisy night, filled with the stench of money.

At this moment when everyone is applauding Li Mo and cheering for Ali.

He alone quietly completed the leap in social class.

"That's about it."

Lin Che turned off his phone screen and put it in his pocket.

Hidden strength and name.

He glanced at Li Mo, who was enjoying flowers and applause on the stage.

Li Mo was all smiles as a group of Wall Street bigwigs surrounded her, handing her their business cards.

Lin Che smiled.

There was no mockery in that smile, only a calm acceptance of the game's rules.

He turned around and pushed open the heavy doors of the banquet hall.

I went out against the flow of people.

The hallway outside the door was quiet.

Only the sound of police sirens could be heard in the distance.

The doorman saw the ordinary-looking young man come out and assumed he was just a general worker.

"Sir, would you like me to call a taxi for you?"

The doorman asked politely.

Lin Che stopped in his tracks.

He took a deep breath of the cold Manhattan night air.

That's the taste of freedom.

It also smells of money.

"Need not."

Lin Che waved his hand and strode into the night.

"I'll walk back."

"The night view tonight is very expensive."

Just then.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

Lin Che took it out and looked at it.

It's a WeChat message from China.

The sender was that familiar English name: Martin (Tencent).

The content is very short, only one sentence:

"Mr. Lin, the data is excellent."

"But have you forgotten that we were the ones who provided this WeChat S-level interface?"

Lin Che looked at the line of text, a playful smile curving his lips.

A new game has begun.