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

The door to the lounge was pushed open.

The noise outside rushed in instantly, only to be cut off as the door closed.

Old Xiao stood still.

He casually placed the unfinished glass of champagne on the windowsill, leaving a damp ring around the base.

He lowered his head.

My fingers clumsily tore open the envelope.

The glue is very strong.

"Sizzle—"

A sharp, tearing sound, like tearing silk.

There was only one piece of paper inside.

Ordinary A4 printing paper, without any heading or even a name.

There is only one line of text.

The handwriting was messy, revealing an impatient rage:

The world is so big, I want to see it!

Old Xiao's hand trembled slightly.

The paper fluttered onto the carpet.

He thought it was a joke.

After all, today is September 19th.

At the peak of Alibaba's market value, all employees were calculating how many times their personal wealth had increased.

No one will disembark at this time.

Unless you've been kicked in the head by a donkey.

Where is he?

The door was knocked open again.

Mr. Ma rushed in.

His face, which usually wore a calm smile, was now terrifyingly dark.

Behind him followed a panting Joseph Tsai.

Old Xiao didn't say anything, but simply pointed to the piece of paper on the ground.

Mr. Ma bent down and picked it up.

My gaze lingered on that line of text for three seconds.

Then, he suddenly looked up, his eyes frantically searching the lounge.

in the corner.

Lin Che was sitting on the sofa.

He held an apple in his hand, twirling a fruit knife between his fingers to peel a long, continuous strip of peel.

The fruit peel hangs down, like a red venomous snake.

"Click."

He took a bite of the peeled apple.

The crisp chewing sound was particularly jarring in the deathly silent room.

"explain."

Mr. Ma slammed the paper onto the coffee table.

Powerful.

The vibrations made the teacup lid rattle.

"I've already signed the promotion order for P9, and the option pool has reserved the largest share for you in this batch."

Mr. Ma stared at Lin Che, his chest heaving violently.

"As long as you're here, you can get a P10 rating within three years, and even join the partner committee."

Money? Fame? Status?

"What do you want that the company can't provide?"

This is the truth.

Today, Alibaba is at its zenith.

Reaching P10 at Alibaba signifies wielding power akin to that of a regional governor in the Chinese internet industry.

Lin Che swallowed the fruit in his mouth.

He sheathed the fruit knife.

Get up.

He pulled out a tissue and slowly wiped the juice off his fingers.

"Mr. Ma."

Lin Che walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside the window, the Stars and Stripes of the New York Stock Exchange were fluttering in the wind.

"Alibaba is indeed very big."

He turned around and stood with his back to the light.

"It's so big that even someone like me feels a bit crowded."

Mr. Ma was stunned.

"What do you mean?"

"If you put two ambitious people in the same pool, they will inevitably fight for the right to speak sooner or later."

Lin Che precisely tossed the wad of tissue he had used to wipe his hands into the trash can.

"and."

He raised his head, his eyes no longer showing the submissiveness of a subordinate, but a sharp, even condescending gaze.

"Weipintuan has grown up."

"It doesn't need a P7 hiding in Alibaba's shadow."

"It needs a full-time...chairman."

Joseph Tsai gasped.

He understood.

This is not a resignation.

This is the Declaration of Independence.

The Gu King, which they had tacitly allowed to be raised outside the body, was finally ready to break free of its cocoon and turn against its host.

Mr. Ma remained silent.

The suffocating sense of oppression dissipated from him.

Instead, there was a deep-seated fear.

He re-examined the young man before him.

25 is old.

A net worth of $20 billion.

It holds two unicorn companies: Microgroup Buying and Microlight Logistics.

indeed.

Ali's temple can no longer contain this god.

"Have you thought it through?"

Mr. Ma's voice calmed down, regaining the coldness of a business tycoon.

"Once you step outside, you'll have no one to rely on."

"Tencent will block you, JD.com will besiege you, and even... Alibaba will also target you."

This is a warning.

This is also the last bit of affection we have left.

Lin Che smiled.

He straightened his suit lapel and walked towards the door.

As I passed by Mr. Ma.

He stopped in his tracks.

Reach out.

"Mr. Ma."

"From now on, we are competitors."

These three words are like a knife, severing all grudges and entanglements.

Mr. Ma stared at the hand that was suspended in mid-air.

a long time.

He reached out and grasped it.

The two hands briefly met in the air.

One was merely the overlord of the old era.

One is a barbarian of the new world.

"it is good."

Mr. Ma clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He whispered in Lin Che's ear.

His voice carried an undeniable ruthlessness.

"You can leave if you want."

"But you have to agree to one condition."

Lin Che raised an eyebrow.

"Sign it."

Joseph Tsai took out a pre-prepared document from his briefcase.

A thick stack.

The cover featured several bold, black characters:

Non-Competition Agreement

"Within two years, they are prohibited from engaging in any e-commerce-related business."

"Otherwise, Alibaba has the right to reclaim all your options and pursue legal action."

See the picture poorly.

This is the toughest chain that major companies use against departing executives.

Since you can't keep him here, then I'll cripple your martial arts skills.

Lin Che looked at the document.

The smile on his lips deepened.

It even carried a hint of mockery.

"Where's the pen?"