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

The glass partition slowly rose.

hum.

The faint sound of an electric motor completely cut off the midday hustle and bustle of New York.

The rear cabin of the extended Lincoln became a silent, vacuum-like world.

There was only the gentle breeze from the air conditioning vents and the faint leather scent emanating from the leather seats.

Lin Che placed the old computer covered in cartoon stickers on the small table.

Click.

Fingerprint verification successful.

He logged into the encrypted bank account located in Zurich, Switzerland.

Page refreshed.

The long-awaited number stood before him like a line of soldiers awaiting inspection, neatly arranged.

$420,000,000.

Four hundred and twenty million US dollars.

This is the blood and flesh torn from Muddy Waters, Goldman Sachs, and those greedy Wall Street short sellers in the past 48 hours.

In addition to the portion cashed out using Alibaba options in the previous "exchange game".

The cash flow is frighteningly abundant.

Lin Che's fingers slid across the touchpad.

Switch windows.

I opened an Excel spreadsheet titled "Ultimate Asset Audit".

Micro-Light Logistics:

Valuation: US$5 billion.

Alibaba holds a 30% stake.

Control: Absolute control.

Status: Monopolizes western Hangzhou, radiating influence across Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and Shanghai.

Mini-group buying:

Valuation: US$15 billion.

Alibaba holds a 10% stake.

Control: Lin Che (through a nominee agreement).

Status: Tens of millions of daily active users, the dominant player in the lower-tier market.

Lin Che tapped the calculator a few times.

Plus cash.

Including equity conversion.

A final number appeared on the screen:

$2,000,000,000

Two billion US dollars.

Converted to RMB, it exceeds 120 billion.

In 2014, this figure was enough to place him among the top 50 on the Forbes China Rich List.

He is 25 years old this year.

While their peers are still worrying about rent and scrambling to get a job at a big factory.

He was already sitting in a luxury car in New York, looking down on this capitalist world from a god-like perspective.

"Boss."

In the driver's seat, Fatty Wang glanced at the rearview mirror.

His Adam's apple bobbed.

Even though he had seen many big scenes with Lin Che, he still felt his scalp tingle when he looked at the ridiculously long string of zeros on the screen.

"Do we... really have that much money?"

Lin Che did not answer.

He reached out and touched the ice bucket in the car refrigerator.

A chill ran through my hands.

He picked up the bottle of Ace of Spades champagne; the heavy bottle felt cold and substantial in his palm.

boom.

The cork flew out, hit the suede on the roof, and bounced to the ground near my feet.

White foam gushed out, flowing down the bottle neck to the back of his hand; it was icy and sticky.

He didn't wipe it.

Instead, they let the real tactile sensation stimulate their nerves.

Pour over.

Golden liquid was poured into two crystal flute-shaped glasses.

"Sizzle..."

Bubbles rise from the bottom of the cup, burst on the surface of the liquid, and release a unique yeasty aroma.

Lin Che stared at the rising bubbles.

The bursting of each bubble represents an opponent he has trampled underfoot.

Zhao Sihai.

Li Mo.

Carson Block.

Even... Mr. Ma's complex gaze.

"money?"

Lin Che picked up his wine glass and swirled it gently.

The wine swirls on the glass, forming a small golden vortex.

"Fatty."

"This is just pocket money."

He took a sip.

The alcohol burned down my throat, but instead of making me drunk, it put my brain in a state of calm after extreme excitement.

"The real game isn't about the numbers in your bank account."

Lin Che watched the bubbles rising in the glass, his eyes gradually becoming deep and unfathomable.

"We have the capability to turn this money into water, electricity, and air."

"Even if I have no money, as long as I stand there, capital will kneel down and beg me to take their money."

"This is called... authority."

He closed his laptop.

Snapped.

The screen went out.

Those astronomical figures disappeared into the black mirror.

But the ambition in his chest burned even brighter at this moment than before.

The initial accumulation of capital is complete.

.........

The car drove onto the highway.

Outside the window, the jagged Manhattan skyline was receding rapidly.

Empire State Building.

Chrysler Building.

Rockefeller Center.

Those steel monsters that represented the monetary order of the old era are being left behind by him.

"Boss."

Fatty Wang turned the steering wheel, and the car smoothly merged into the traffic leaving the city.

"Go back to the hotel for some sleep? Or head straight to Kennedy Airport?"

"Back home, the guys are all waiting to throw you a celebration party. I heard the flower baskets outside the Weiguang Building are overflowing."

Celebrating victory?

Lin Che leaned back in the leather seat.

My body sank into the soft embrace.

He raised his hand and rubbed his temples to relieve the soreness and swelling caused by days of intense gaming.

Going back now is too early.

The domestic battlefield is now a bloodbath of O2O carnage.

That's where bayonet fighting takes place.

Before he can go back and reclaim his lost territories, he needs to acquire more advanced weapons.

"To the airport."

Lin Che opened his eyes.

My gaze pierced through the dark bulletproof glass and landed on the west coast of the Americas.

"But I won't go back to China."

Fatty Wang was stunned for a moment.

"Where to?"

Lin Che took out the list that he had prepared long ago from his pocket.

The paper is already somewhat worn at the creases.

The list includes several names that were not particularly prominent in 2014, but will dominate the world in the next decade.

Uber.

Nvidia.

OpenAI.

"Buy the earliest flight to San Francisco."

Lin Che stuffed the list back into his pocket, a cold smile playing on his lips, like a hunter spotting his prey.

"Go to Silicon Valley."

"I'm going to take their knees before some of them become gods."

Fatty Wang floored the accelerator.

The engine let out a deep roar, and a feeling of being pushed back into the seat instantly surged forth.

The black Lincoln sped off like an arrow, disappearing into the distance at the end of the road.

A new hunt has begun.