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

Three o'clock in the morning.

The air was thick with the acrid smell of nicotine, mixed with the sour odor of spoiled Red Bull.

The lights were off on the top floor of the Weiguang Building.

But it's not dark here.

Dozens of high-brightness displays illuminated the entire flat, making it resemble an erupting volcano.

It's all red.

A shocking shade of red.

That's not a celebratory color, but rather the universal color code used by Wall Street to define "destruction."

Alibaba's stock price: $58.50.

Breakout.

It has fallen by nearly 15% from its offering price of $68.00.

A market value of 20 billion US dollars vanished into thin air in just four hours.

It's like piling a ton of banknotes in Times Square, then dousing it with gasoline and setting it on fire.

Goldman Sachs has run away.

Morgan Stanley just placed a huge sell order.

"Retail investors are being scrambled."

The trader's voice was hoarse, tinged with the sound of someone on the verge of collapse and crying.

The entire market is gripped by fear.

Except for one person.

Lin Che sat in front of the control panel.

He wasn't wearing a suit.

The shirt collar was open, and the sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, revealing the taut lines of the forearms.

Those eyes were bloodshot, yet frighteningly bright.

Like a wolf that has been starving all winter, finally smelling blood.

"catch."

Lin Che uttered a single word.

His fingers slammed heavily on the keyboard.

That was the crisp sound of the mechanical shaft hitting the bottom, like a gunshot in the dead of night.

"Buy all orders that fall below $60."

"this……"

The risk control manager next to me was shaking, and the mouse cursor was moving erratically on the screen.

"Boss, this is the third time we've had to add margin. If the stock price drops another 10%, we'll be liquidated."

"Then add more."

Lin Che took a black card out of the drawer and threw it on the table.

The card spun and glided across the smooth, painted surface, coming to a stop in front of the supervisor.

"Using the channels of underground banks."

"Ten times leverage".

"I also want them to know what 'liquidity' means."

Wang Pangzi stood to the side, his fat face twitching with each fluctuation in the stock price.

He felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

"elder brother."

Fatty Wang grabbed the empty water bottle and crushed it with all his might, making a piercing sound as the plastic burst.

"Just in case... I mean just in case."

"What if no one believes the announcement after it's been sent out?"

"What if Wall Street thinks we're making excuses?"

That's gambling.

They stake their entire fortune, their life, and even their luck for the next ten years on this one card table.

Lin Che stopped what he was doing.

He turned his head.

The red light from the screen reflected on his profile, dividing his expression into two parts, one bright and one dark.

"Fatty."

Lin Che reached out and pulled out a candlestick chart from the pile of scrap paper.

My fingertips traced the steep downward curve.

Do you know what Wall Street believes in?

He did not wait for an answer.

"They do not believe in God, they do not believe in truth, and they do not even believe in the law."

Lin Che crumpled the paper into a ball and clenched it tightly in his palm.

The crumpled paper groaned in pain in his palm.

"They only believe in one thing—growth rate."

"If our growth curve is steep enough, they'll beg us to take our money, even if we're selling air."

He turned his gaze back to the screen.

There.

Sell ​​orders poured in like an avalanche.

Behind every sell order is a terrified soul screaming "run for your life!"

And Lin Che.

It is opening its blood-red maw, greedily devouring these blood-stained chips.

Lin Che's finger hovered over the red "Buy All" button.

My fingertips were trembling slightly.

It's not because of fear.

Rather, it's because extreme excitement causes the nerve endings to spasm.

He could clearly feel the tension of the spring inside the mouse microswitch.

It was an extremely subtle physical feedback.

It's like the feeling of resistance just before pulling the trigger.

If you don't press it, it's just a game of numbers.

Once pressed.

That's a billion-dollar gamble.

That's a wealth that countless people could never imagine in their entire lives, and it's now condensed on the tip of his index finger.

Sweat trickled down his temples and dripped onto the back of his hand, warm and sticky.

But he was completely unaware.

His pupils contracted to pinpoints, fixed intently on the constantly fluctuating price number.

$58.20.

Bottom confirmed.

"Click".

Press down with your index finger.

The crisp, slight sound cut off the last possible escape route.

The transaction results instantly flooded the screen.

The dense green scrolling bars (transaction confirmations) resembled a grand meteor shower, piercing the red-filled night sky.

Position size: US$10 billion (including leverage).

This is no longer an investment.

This is like risking one's life to fill the sea.

"alright."

Lin Che released the mouse, feeling completely exhausted, and slumped back in his chair.

He took a cigarette out of his pocket and put it in his mouth.

But the lighter just wouldn't light.

My hands were shaking so badly.

"Brother, let me do it."

Fatty Wang leaned over and shakily lit the fire for him.

Flames shot up.

Amidst the swirling smoke, Lin Che took a deep breath. The pungent smoke rushed into his lungs, giving him a sense of being alive again.

Be greedy when others are fearful.

Lin Che exhaled a smoke ring, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"When others are greedy, I buy more."

"This is called the blood price law."

Time passed by, second by second.

The sky outside the window changed from pitch black to deep blue.

The 48-hour silence period has ended.

Lin Che raised his wrist and glanced at the stainless steel watch.

The second hand just skipped the 12 position.

"hair."

Even with a hoarse voice, it still exudes an undeniable iron will.

"Send that 'Letter to Investors' to every institution that shorts us."

Use bold font.

Tell them the game is over.