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

The air in the conference room condensed again.

Li Mo was, after all, an "old fox." After a brief moment of distraction, the confusion in his eyes quickly faded, and he reverted to his cold, hard censorship machine.

"The theory is brilliant."

Li Mo straightened the pen and lightly tapped the table with his fingertips.

The nails were neatly trimmed, with edges bearing the yellowish tinge of long-term smoking. The tapping sound was dull and rhythmic.

"But compliance is not just about attending lectures; we need to verify the qualifications of our suppliers."

Not only did they avoid being misled, they also grasped the core issue.

"Weiguang Interactive, with a registered capital of 100,000 yuan and established for only three months, how did it manage to acquire such a large business?"

He reached out and pulled the black Billyton conference phone from the center of the table in front of him.

It looks like a black, three-clawed spider lying on a white table.

The red indicator light flashes in response to button presses and emits a piercing dual-tone multi-frequency dialing sound.

"beep--"

The entire room fell silent.

The central air conditioning above my head stopped humming. A gray ribbon hung limply from the air vent grille, dangling weakly in the lingering wind, like a sign that it had stopped breathing.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently switched off."

A mechanical female voice echoed in the glass room.

Li Mo pressed the hang-up button, a twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"Shut down? A business worth millions, and the legal representative shuts down the phone?" He looked up, his gaze like a hawk locking onto Lin Che. "Is this also your growth model?"

Lin Che did not avoid eye contact.

I picked up a disposable paper cup and took a sip of water.

Last night, I had Fatty Wang destroy the SIM card, betting on this very moment.

If the call goes through, Li Mo will interrogate you about the business details; the more you say, the more mistakes you'll make.

Only by completely cutting off contact can the blame be shifted back to the perpetrators.

"Teacher Li."

Lin Che put down his cup and sighed.

His eyes held three parts helplessness and seven parts mockery.

"You may not be familiar with the ecosystem of micro and small enterprises. For them, a day without cash flow means death."

He pointed to the freeze approval form.

"Last night you froze all of their working capital with a stroke of your pen. A small company with a registered capital of 100,000 yuan couldn't pay its rent, couldn't keep its servers running, and couldn't pay its employees' salaries."

Lean forward and lower your voice.

"What else can a boss do besides run away and hide from debts? Answer your calls and listen to your legal advice?"

Li Mo stopped tapping his fingers on the table.

This tactic of "moral blackmail" put him in a delicate logical dilemma—it wasn't the supplier who had a problem, but the Anti-Corruption Department's "violent enforcement" that drove the supplier to its death.

"I don't believe it's such a coincidence."

Gritting his teeth, he turned to the second page of the contract and found the backup landline number.

Dial again to enable hands-free calling.

There was no shutdown prompt, just a long "beep...beep..." sound.

Lin Che leaned back in his chair, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

The only physiological reaction during the entire event.

It wasn't nervousness; it was a desperate attempt to suppress the subtle expressions on her lips.

Because he knew that what followed was an Oscar-worthy performance.

"Feed? Who is that! I don't buy insurance! I don't take out loans!"

The call was connected.

The hands-free speaker was very noisy, mixed with the sounds of heavy objects being moved and the tearing of tape. It was spacious and noisy, like a warehouse being evacuated.

"This is Li Mo from Alibaba's Integrity and Compliance Department. Regarding the contract between Weiguang Interactive and our company..."

"Alibaba?!"

Upon hearing those two words, the person on the other end of the phone instantly erupted in chaos.

"You still dare to make phone calls?! Huh?!"

His voice was extremely hoarse, filled with hysterical breakdown.

"I invested my own money in the promotion, the data came in, the results were in, and what happened? Last night they withheld the payment without a word! Just now the landlord and his men locked the door, and the server room lost power! Millions of dollars worth of equipment are all in there!"

Li Mo was stunned.

My hand, which was about to take a pen, froze in mid-air.

There was none of the expected guilt, excuses, or evasions.

Only purely, furious victim accusations.

"Sir, please calm down, we're just going through the motions..."

"Calm down, my ass!"

Fatty Wang was clearly in character, his voice trembling with tears, "My wife just took the kids back to her parents' house! The company's finished! I'm finished too! You big companies like Alibaba are bullying your customers, are you trying to drive people to their deaths?!"

"Clang!"

With a loud bang, like an iron chair slamming hard onto the ground.

Outside the glass enclosure, the employees looked at each other in bewilderment.

This raw, unvarnished despair, penetrating the speakerphone, sends chills down the spines of every working person.

"Tell that person in charge, I don't want the money! Consider it money for your coffin!"

"If I ever do business with Alibaba again in my lifetime, I'm a dog!"

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

The phone was smashed to pieces.

The blind call was like a slap, landing repeatedly on Li Mo's face.

The meeting room was deathly silent.

Li Mo stiffly put down the microphone.

The fingers holding the cigarette were trembling slightly at that moment.

The trail went cold.

If the other party explains the business, you can still find logical flaws.

But the other party was only venting their emotions, and those emotions were those of a "bankruptcy victim".

This is a "commercial dispute," not "internal corruption."

Furthermore, his freezing action directly led to the other party's "bankruptcy".

Looking at Li Mo's ashen face, Lin Che mentally gave Fatty Wang a score of 120.

This fat guy has really lived up to his reputation.

"Teacher Li."

Lin Che added insult to injury at the opportune moment, "Now, are you satisfied?"

Li Mo took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and waited a full five seconds before opening them.

Lost.

Without evidence of fund return, the supplier "went bankrupt," and the data logic was covered up.

If we investigate further, we'll be creating a miscarriage of justice.

Pick up the unfreezing approval form and uncap the pen.

The pen tip touches the paper with tremendous force, as if trying to pierce through it.

The black ink splattered on the word "agree," forming a glaring, spreading blot of ink.

"This time you've been quite aggressive in your business operations."

He pushed the bill forward, his eyes sinister. "But I'll be watching you, Lin Che. If even a single penny goes into your private account, I'll personally send you there."

"You're welcome anytime."

He took the form back, stood up, and straightened his collar.

Push open the glass door.

The air outside the door moved instantly.

In the F-zone office area, the competitor's team leader who filed the real-name report stood at the entrance of the break room, holding a coffee and pretending to look at the scenery.

Seeing Lin Che walk out unharmed, holding the thawing slip in his hand.

His hand suddenly jerked.

The stainless steel coffee spoon struck the ceramic cup with a crisp "clink".

Crisp, awkward, nowhere to hide.

Lin Che's gaze swept over them. He didn't linger, showed no anger, and remained completely unmoved.

Like an elephant passing by ants.

This disregard made the Team Leader's face turn deathly pale instantly, which was even more painful than being slapped in public.

Lin Che went straight back to his workstation.

The soy milk on the hook had cooled completely, and a layer of fine water droplets had formed on the bag.

I sat down, took out the wrinkled, hardened, cold fried dough stick, and took a bite.

It tastes terrible.

But amidst the awe-inspiring gazes around them, they chewed with relish.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

Bank SMS pop-up: [Your account ending in 8848 has received a deposit of RMB 5,000,000.00.]

At the same time, a new message popped up on WeChat.

The whistleblower sent this message: "Brother Che, it's a misunderstanding, let me explain..."

I didn't open it.

Swipe left to delete the dialog box.

Open the hidden folder named "Project X" deep inside your computer, create a new document, and name it "The Kill List".

Type in the first name.

Close the laptop.