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

The screen is full of garbled text.

Green characters cascaded wildly across the black background like a waterfall.

This is not a special effect from The Matrix.

This is the underlying logic lock being written to the kernel.

"CTO".

Lin Che stood in the cold aisle of the server room.

All around was the roar of thousands of server fans, like a Boeing 747 taking off.

But he spoke softly.

But it sent a chill down the spine of the technical director who had just been poached from Silicon Valley.

"What happens once this line of code is activated?"

Lin Che pointed to a string of red command lines on the screen:

System.Lockdown(Level_0)

The technical director pushed up his thick-rimmed glasses, and his Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.

"Once activated... all user data will be automatically encrypted with 256-bit irreversible encryption."

"The key will be physically severed."

"The server will enter 'brick mode'."

The director wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, even though the temperature in the server room was only 18 degrees Celsius.

"Boss, this is tantamount to suicide. If we are acquired, or if someone tries to forcibly take over the servers, once this thing is started, hundreds of millions of dollars worth of data will instantly become garbage."

"This is called a poison pill."

Lin Che stretched out his hand, his index finger hovering over the Enter key.

Feel the cold touch of the keycaps with your fingertips.

"Alibaba wants to buy us, Tencent wants to buy us."

"They have plenty of money."

"But they don't know."

Snapped.

The keycaps have sunk.

Instruction implantation.

The screen flickered, and the line of red code disappeared into the green waterfall, like a venomous snake lurking in the deep sea.

"If I can't control this ship."

Lin Che turned around, and the blue indicator light reflected on his face, turning half of his face into an eerie ghost color.

"Then I'll let it sink."

These are the chips.

In this era where data is an asset, he installed a self-destruct button on his empire.

Back to the top-floor conference room.

The atmosphere was somewhat eerie.

Fatty Wang was looking at the whiteboard with a troubled expression.

Two huge circles were drawn on the whiteboard.

The left side says [A] (Alibaba).

It says [T] (Tencent) on the right.

Between the two circles, there is a huge question mark.

"elder brother."

When Fatty Wang saw Lin Che come in, he threw down his marker and looked conflicted.

"Tencent's investment department just called again. They implied that if we accept their investment, they could give us a top-level entry point on WeChat."

"Alibaba hasn't been idle either. CEO Cai has said that as long as we take sides, Tmall's logistics interface will be fully open."

This is the ultimate question for entrepreneurs in 2014.

Take sides.

Do you want to be Alibaba's dog or Tencent's soldier?

There seems to be no third way.

What do you think?

Lin Che walked up to the whiteboard.

He didn't pick up the pen.

Instead, he pulled a folding knife out of his pocket.

That was a Buck hunting knife he bought in the United States; the blade was sharp and gleamed coldly.

"You'll get bones to eat no matter who you serve."

Fatty Wang scratched his head and told the truth.

"But I don't want to be a dog."

Lin Che smiled.

That was the wolf's satisfaction when it heard its own kind howling.

"That's right."

Lin Che raised the knife.

Use your wrist to generate force.

"Duh!"

The knife tip plunged hard into the whiteboard.

It's not stuck on [A], nor is it stuck on [T].

Instead, it was stuck in the narrow gap where the two circles met.

The blade was half an inch into the whiteboard, and the tail was still vibrating violently, emitting a low, metallic buzzing sound.

The whiteboard's surface paint cracked, revealing the gray fiberboard underneath, like a torn wound.

"We don't take sides."

Lin Che's hand gripped the still trembling hilt of the knife.

Feel the force of the rebound.

"We grow in the cracks."

"Alibaba wants traffic, we sell it to them; Tencent wants scenarios, we sell them to them."

"We are arms dealers."

He suddenly turned the knife handle.

The harsh, grinding sound made my teeth ache.

The originally narrow gap was forcibly enlarged, turning into an independent black hole.

"Whoever pays, we'll give them the bullets."

"But the trigger."

Lin Che drew his sword.

There was a bit of white powder on the tip of the knife, and he blew on it.

Powder scattered.

"Always in my hands."

Fatty Wang stared at the ripped-up hole, his eyes lighting up.

"Is this what you call being able to please everyone?"

"No."

Lin Che sheathed his knife, his eyes wild.

He grabbed the red marker and drew a larger circle heavily next to the two smaller ones.

And wrote three letters inside:

ATM.

"This is called the Third Pole."

Fatty Wang was stunned, spelling out the three letters.

"A...T...M?"

"Alibaba, Tencent..."

His gaze fell on the last M.

Micro Light.

"The internet used to be dominated by BAT (Baidu, Alibaba, and Tencent), but Baidu has fallen behind."

Lin Che threw down his pen.

The pen rolled on the table, making a hollow sound.

"The future will be the ATM era for the Chinese Internet."

"What we need to do is not to depend on the giants."

"Instead, become that ATM."

arrogant.

Extreme arrogance.

If someone else had said that, Fatty Wang would have thought they were crazy.

But Lin Che said this.

Fatty Wang felt like his blood was burning.

"Brother, you're in charge."

Fatty Wang loosened his tie, and his bandit-like demeanor returned.

"If a giant provides you with food, you'll definitely feel obligated to eat it."

"We'll cook for ourselves."

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

Outside the window, night has fallen in Hangzhou.

The Alibaba campus in the distance was brightly lit, like a city that never sleeps.

In Shenzhen, a city even further away, the lights of Tencent Building may also be just as dazzling.

"Not only do you have to cook for yourself."

Lin Che stared at the lights, his pupils reflecting the desires of the entire city.

"When necessary."

He reached out and slowly wiped away a patch of light and shadow on the fogged glass.

"We're going to smash the giants' pot."

……

On the conference table.

The three battle plans were still laid out.

Travel, food delivery, group buying.

These are the three tickets to the ATM throne.

These are three tough battles that must be fought.

"Boss."

Fatty Wang walked to the table, looked at the three documents, and rubbed his hands together.

"Since we're going to smash the pot..."

"Whose house will be smashed first?"

These three bones are all hard.

Behind each of these is a sum of hundreds of billions of dollars in capital.

Lin Che turned around.

He didn't look at the pile of documents.

Those data were already etched into his mind.

He walked up to the huge map of China.

at this time.

The subsidy war between Didi and Kuaidi is in full swing.

There are guys everywhere offering free rides.

This is the most frenzied moment for capital, and also its most vulnerable moment.

Because they are all losing blood.

"here."

Lin Che raised his hand.

Without the slightest hesitation, his finger landed heavily on the "Travel" section.

That is the most dazzling jewel in the crown of O2O.

It is also the most frequent, most essential, and easiest entry point to create a monopoly.

"Beep beep beep".

Lin Che uttered two words.

The voice was soft, yet carried a chilling tone, as if delivering a death sentence.

"Before they merge."

"While Cheng Wei is still racking his brains over a few dollars in subsidies."

He clenched his fists.

The knuckles made a popping sound like popping beans.

"We entered the market with two billion US dollars."

"Clear the area."