His Third Alias: The Power Behind a Hundred-Billion-Yuan Platform. The System Finally Stirs!
Later, he got smarter and started deliberately incurring small losses to reduce his win rate from 100% to around 99%.
At the same time, the operations were spread across more than a dozen different accounts to avoid attracting attention.
Is there any difference between 100% and 99% forbidden areas, and only 1% forbidden areas?
The difference is huge; one percent means failure.
This means there is a possibility of error.
In this industry, sometimes, a single failure can be the Abyss.
Those who knew of LY's existence kept quiet.
Because the benefits LY brings them are far more valuable than revealing his identity.
The bell rang, Ling Yi put away her phone and went to the corridor for some fresh air.
He leaned against the railing, watching the students doing their morning exercises on the playground below, but his mind was on something else.
We have enough money.
With 1 billion yuan in liquid assets, plus real estate and other investments, his total assets had long exceeded 3 billion yuan.
But he had no intention of stopping.
It wasn't because of greed, but because, in this world, money was the only weapon he could wield without needing superpowers.
He doesn't have superpowers.
The system is not activated.
All he has is a brain.
And the information gap accumulated from being a person in two lifetimes.
These things might be insignificant to superhumans.
But in the world of ordinary people, these are the strongest superpowers.
" Ling Yi?" A voice came from behind.
Ling Yi turned around and saw a boy from the next class standing in the corridor, holding a bottle of mineral water and looking at him curiously.
What are you doing standing here? Aren't you going out to play ball?
"No, thank you." Ling Yi smiled politely.
"Oh!" The boy didn't pay any attention, took a sip of water, and left.
Ling Yi withdrew his gaze, turned around, and walked back to the classroom.
As he passed the podium, he noticed a newspaper on the desk; it was today's "Financial News".
The front-page headline reads: [Mysterious trader LY makes another move; BlueFish Technology's pre-market price fluctuations attract attention].
He glanced at it, a slight smile playing on his lips.
It's trending again.
But it doesn't matter, no one will associate "LY" with " Ling Yi ".
Their social statuses are vastly different.
A high school senior in an old school uniform and a stock market Legend controls a billion dollars.
The distance between these two identities is farther than the distance between the Earth and the Moon.
Lunchtime, in the cafeteria.
Ling Yi her tray and found a corner seat to sit down.
Two meat dishes and one vegetable dish, six yuan.
Braised pork ribs, stir-fried greens, and hot and sour Potato.
He ate very slowly, one bite at a time, as if he were savoring something.
The phone was placed screen-up next to the plate, displaying the interface of an instant messaging app.
The chat box's nickname is "FlashEx Founder - Chen Feng".
[Mr. Ling, the Q1 financial report has been sent to your email.]
[Total transaction volume in the first quarter exceeded 8 billion, representing a year-on-year increase of 210%.]
[In addition, regarding the strategy for penetrating lower-tier markets that you mentioned last time, we have already begun piloting it in third- and fourth-tier cities, and the feedback so far has been very positive.]
Ling Yi replied: [The core of the lower-tier market is not quantity, but efficiency.]
[The number of delivery stations in each city will be limited to fifteen; any exceeding this number will be cut.]
[In addition, rider subsidies will be gradually reduced starting next month, with algorithm-optimized routes being used instead of manpower.]
[Understood. By the way, Mr. Ling, will you be attending next week's board meeting? Several investors would like to meet with you.]
[I'm not going. We can talk online if needed.]
[learn.]
Ling Yi closed the chat window and continued eating.
FlashEx, a food delivery platform now valued at over 10 billion yuan, is ostensibly an internet company built from scratch by its founder, Chen Feng.
But in reality, Chen Feng was just the one in the spotlight.
The one truly in charge behind the scenes is Ling Yi.
Three years ago, Ling Yi was fifteen years old.
By then, he had already accumulated nearly 200 million yuan in assets through online Wenhe and stocks.
But he knew that relying solely on these two channels would be too slow for his wealth to grow.
The important thing is that he needs a platform.
A larger platform, a business entity that can generate sustainable cash flow.
He began to study the internet industry in this world.
He has carefully analyzed every sector, including food delivery, e-commerce, short videos, and live streaming.
In the end, he chose takeout.
The reason is simple: the global food delivery industry is still in its early stages, with a market size of less than 10 billion yuan and no leading platforms yet established.
In his previous life, the food delivery industry eventually grew into a trillion-dollar market.
This means that now is the perfect time to enter the market.
He spent three months writing a 200-page business plan.
From business model, technical architecture, operational strategy, and competitive analysis to financial forecasting, nothing is overlooked.
Then, he found Chen Feng.
Chen Feng was a young man who had graduated two years prior and was working as a programmer at a small company. In his spare time, he was constantly working on technical solutions for food delivery platforms.
He has the skills and the passion, but he has no money, no connections, and no business experience.
Ling Yi contacted him through an anonymous email address and arranged to meet at a coffee shop.
Chen Feng still remembers the first time he met the "investor".
A boy wearing an old school uniform.
"You... who are you?" Chen Feng was dumbfounded.
"Your investor."
Ling Yi sat opposite him and pushed a business plan in front of him.
"Watch it before you speak."
Chen Feng spent two hours reading through the project proposal, then looked up at the young man who was a full head shorter than him and said three words: "I'll do it."
Three years later, FlashEx has grown from a small team of only five people into a multi-billion dollar platform covering 120 cities across the country with more than 100,000 riders.
Chen Feng became Nova in the internet industry, frequently appearing in various entrepreneurship forums and financial magazines.
Ling Yi, however, remains the same high school senior who wears his old school uniform and eats a six-yuan meal.
After finishing your meal, take your tray to the recycling area and leave the cafeteria.
As he passed the stadium, he habitually glanced around.
Nothing unusual.
But he still noticed something—a black minivan was parked at the school gate, its windows darkened so he couldn't see the people inside.
He had seen this car last week, but assumed it was there to pick up some leader and hadn't paid much attention.
But it reappeared today, stopping in the same spot.
Ling Yi didn't look at it much and walked over with his head down.
But he had already memorized the license plate number out of the corner of his eye.
Back in the classroom, he wrote down the license plate number in the blank space of his textbook and then drew a Xiaoxiao question mark next to it.
No rush, you'll find out what you need to know eventually.
He closed his textbook, slumped onto the table, and closed his eyes.
It appears to be lunch break.
In fact, his mind never stopped.
Threats from my third uncle's family.
The secret of the pale blue cesium camera.
The black minivan at the school gate.
The system remains silent, showing no signs of activation.
He had a premonition that everything would come to light one by one over the next three months.
Just like before a storm, all the dark clouds gather in the same sky.
All he had to do was wait.
Waiting for the wind to come.
In late May, the nights in Dafeng City were already quite hot.
Evening self-study ended at 9:30. Ling Yi walked out of the school gate with his schoolbag on his back and walked east along the sidewalk as usual.
The streetlights cast a long shadow of his, which swayed and flickered at his feet.
There weren't many pedestrians on the road, and occasionally a few cars would drive by, their headlights leaving two white streaks in the darkness before quickly disappearing at the end of the road.
The black minivan that used to be parked at the school gate did not appear today.
Ling Yi noticed this, but didn't think about it deeply.
Perhaps he's overthinking it?