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

Everyone in the room was waiting for him to explain the situation.

All eyes—the joint regulators, the national security agencies, and the governing bodies—are on him.

Lin Che, holding Fang Yuan's report, turned around and looked at them.

Then he spoke.

Regarding that revision, regarding those thirty-three minutes, he said he could give an explanation.

Yes, there was indeed a modification in the core of Abyss that didn't look like it was made by a human.

Weiguang neither denied nor covered up this matter.

Because it is so important, and because it is still unclear, it has been placed in v4 and sealed away, to be watched by the state and Weiguang together, and to be studied slowly in the future.

He handed over the report, along with the v4 framework documents, one by one.

On the surface, it's an explanation that's flawless.

What needed to be acknowledged has been acknowledged, what needed to be handed over has been handed over, and the rules that needed to be established have been established.

He provided the explanation that all parties wanted, clearly and without ambiguity.

But beneath this clear and straightforward explanation lies another layer of complexity.

He didn't mention that layer, nor did he need to.

One by one, the people inside the room accepted the gift.

At first, they looked relieved; a hot potato had finally been put to rest.

But as they looked down, some people's brows slowly furrowed.

He flipped back and looked at it again, as if trying to find a sentence he had missed in those pages.

He couldn't find it.

They came seeking an answer.

Was that modification done by the system itself, or was it not?

They thought that today they could finally get one of those two words from Lin Che.

But this document in my hand, I turned it over from beginning to end, and there wasn't a single word about those two characters.

It didn't say.

They didn't say it wasn't.

It only said that this is a problem that needs to be studied continuously.

What does it mean to be a question that needs to be continuously studied?

It means there are no answers today.

It means there won't be one tomorrow either.

This means that ten or twenty years from now, this problem will still be there, being studied by wave after wave of people, and there will still be no answer.

The temperature inside the room seemed to have been quietly turned down.

The initial relief that had just surfaced on their faces slowly faded away, one face at a time.

First it was the person in charge of the joint supervision, then several people from the governance team; their expressions were like ripples on the water, spreading out in circles.

What came next was something hard to describe, a bit like a sudden realization, and a bit like lingering fear.

Some people subconsciously flipped through those pages again.

After flipping through the pages, he didn't say anything more, but simply placed the paper back on the table gently, as if those few pages had suddenly become a little hot to the touch.

The head of national security, sitting at the end of the table, narrowed his eyes behind his thin-rimmed metal glasses.

A few years ago, he was the one who sat in room 607 and interrogated this person sentence by sentence.

Today he finally understood what kind of move the person opposite him had made.

What had been investigated for so many years without yielding any results, was laid bare before him by the other party today.

Once it's laid out, he can't take it away, because once it's laid out, it becomes something the state wants to protect.

Behind those thin-rimmed metal glasses, something complex flashed through my mind—a mixture of lingering fear and admiration.

They then realized what was going on.

What they hold in their hands is not an answer at all.

It is a mystery that will be studied until the end of time, but will never be solved.

The room fell silent, a silence that felt heavy.

After a while, one of the people jointly supervising the other side raised his head.

He looked at Lin Che, as if only now, for the first time, did he truly see the person opposite him clearly.

"President Lin," he said, his voice a little dry, "you...you've given us an answer."

"You've given us a question we can never get to the bottom of."

No one in the room responded.

Because everyone knows in their hearts that this statement is true.

This statement gets to the heart of the matter.

The real secret, what exactly happened with that modification, how he knew to tap those three numbers that way—from now on, no one will ever be able to find that again.

It's not because it's hidden away.

On the contrary, it was placed in the most conspicuous place, given an official label, and established as a topic that everyone could see and study.

But precisely because it has become a subject that will be studied forever, it will never have a definitive answer.

Without an answer, no one can dig out the truth hidden at the bottom from the answer.

Those forces that once wanted to expose him, restrain him, and put him on the list have all turned around at this moment.

They became co-builders of this framework and guardians of this unsolved case.

The more seriously they guarded this issue, the more they sealed the truth for Lin Che.

To touch him would be to disrupt a nation's capabilities, something no one can do.

To uncover the truth, one must uncover a topic that the country itself has sealed away, a topic that no one else can touch.

What was once a deadly encirclement has, in the end, become a wall that no one in the world can break through.

Lin Che stood there, looking at the people in the room.

In his lifetime, he has set prices for countless things.

He could rattle off the value of a ton of ore, a contract, or an entire company in a single sentence.

Today, he set a price for something that no one had ever been able to price before.

He set a price for the truth.

This price is forever.

The price of a commodity is calculated in money, and it can be calculated clearly.

The price of truth is calculated by the fact that no one can prove it; it cannot be calculated, and therefore it will never be calculated.

From pricing individual products to pricing the truth itself, he has gone to the furthest place the word "pricing" can reach.

He didn't answer the question that was impossible to answer no matter how you phrased it.

What he did was decide what the question was.

He did not go to prove the truth.

He made it impossible for that truth to be proven from then on.

If it were someone else, at this point, they would probably still be thinking about how to hide the truth even more thoroughly.

He did not.

He knew better than anyone that no matter how well something was hidden, it would eventually be discovered, just as Fang Yuan had done before.

What can truly be hidden is never a concealed truth, but a truth that can never be proven.

He won not because he knew more than anyone else.

He won because he turned that deepest secret into a problem that no one could solve.

The safest place in the world is hidden in a problem that can never be solved.

The people in the room, clutching the answer sheet, gradually came to their senses.

What they got in their hands was not the truth, but a mystery that would never be fully solved.

Lin Che looked at their faces.

The problem that once drove him to a dead end is now a safe haven that no one can touch.