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

The blinds in the conference room were drawn tightly shut.

The projector's blue light shone on the white wall, dust floated in the air, and there was a musty smell, typical of programmers who had stayed up all night.

"Boss, this is Plan A."

The product director is a T8 level employee recently poached from Baidu, and his hairline is quite receding.

He pointed to a complex flowchart on the PPT, his tone revealing the confidence of someone from a major company.

"Our self-operated fleet will initially purchase 3000 Elantra vehicles and recruit 5000 full-time drivers, who will wear uniforms and receive standardized training."

"The advantage is that the service is controllable and the compliance risk is small."

"The drawback is..."

The director paused, glancing at Lin Che sitting in the main seat.

"The money is burning too fast. Just buying cars and employing people requires an initial investment of 5 million yuan."

Lin Che didn't speak.

He was twirling the Montblanc pen in his hand.

The pen flew between his fingers, making a soft "whooshing" sound.

He was looking at the proposal.

It's like looking at a pile of expensive garbage.

"There's also Option B."

Seeing that the boss didn't react, the supervisor quickly switched to the next page.

"In a leasing model, you get cars from a leasing company; we only act as the platform..."

"stop."

Lin Che suddenly stopped writing.

The pen tip slammed heavily on the table.

笃.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a slap in the face, interrupting the director's report.

"It's all garbage."

Lin Che stood up.

He walked to the projection screen, where the blue light reflected off his white shirt, making him appear exceptionally cold.

"Buying a car? Supporting someone?"

He reached out and unplugged the HDMI cable connected to the computer.

The screen went black.

The PPT has disappeared.

"That's what taxi companies do."

"That's how we play in the last century."

Lin Che grabbed the thick stack of proposals, glanced at them, and casually tossed them into the wastebasket in the corner.

thump.

The sound of paper hitting the metal bucket sent a shiver down the spines of all the technical experts present.

Listen.

Lin Che turned around, placed his hands on the edge of the table, and leaned forward, creating a very imposing posture.

"The app I'm making will only have three buttons."

"Starting point. Ending point. Call."

"As for where the car came from..."

He smiled.

That smile carried an arrogance that seemed to trample the rules of the world underfoot.

"I don't care."

"Whether it's a taxi, an unlicensed taxi, or a private car."

Even the tricycle that Old Wang next door just bought.

Lin Che held up one finger.

"As long as it has four wheels, as long as it can move, and as long as it's cheaper than Didi."

"That's my transportation capacity."

...........

The conference room was deathly silent.

The only sound was the buzzing from the central air conditioning vents.

The technical director pushed up his glasses, and the look in his eyes behind the lenses gradually changed from confusion to terror.

"Boss... is this what you call 'aggregation'?"

"This is a legal gray area! And how can it be managed? Those unlicensed taxi drivers are all thugs..."

"manage?"

Lin Che interrupted him.

He walked to the whiteboard and picked up the black marker.

Swish swish.

He drew a huge funnel on the whiteboard.

Above the funnel, densely packed small characters are written: taxi company, private car owner, rental fleet, unlicensed taxi gang.

At the bottom of the funnel, there is only one outlet: the user.

"I don't need to manage them."

"All I need to do is give them money."

Lin Che tapped the tip of his pen three times hard at the outlet of the funnel.

"What are Didi and Kuaidi fighting over now? They're fighting over those hundreds of thousands of licensed taxis."

That's a saturated market.

That's the Red Sea.

He turned around abruptly, pointing the pen out the window.

That's a street in Hangzhou.

Countless private cars are parked on the roadside or driving empty on the road.

"Those are the real ocean."

"Tens of millions of private cars and hundreds of millions of idle transportation capacity."

"I want to create a 'price comparison tool'."

Lin Che's voice was deep and had a bewitching charm.

"The user enters their destination, and the system automatically compares prices across the entire network."

"Whoever offers the lowest price gets the order."

"For drivers, whoever pays them the fastest is their boss."

..........

Lin Che threw down his pen.

He walked up to the prototype of the app, which didn't yet have a name.

Fingers swipe across the air, as if operating a pre-existing interface.

That's not a simple ride-hailing app.

That was a black hole of traffic.

He could see that, under the gravitational pull of this black hole, those unlicensed taxi drivers who were originally on the fringes of regulation, and those private car owners who wanted to earn some money for fuel, were flocking in like moths to a flame.

No need to buy a car.

No salary is required.

They don't even need to pay social security.

He used only one algorithm, an algorithm about greed and price comparison, to leverage the entire city's transportation capacity.

The thrill of "getting something for nothing" shot up his spine and made his scalp tingle.

This is a case of dimensional reduction attack.

While Didi was still delivering rice and oil to thousands of taxi drivers.

He is ready to pack up and take away all the idle transportation capacity in the entire society.

..........

"Do you understand?"

Lin Che withdrew his hand.

His eyes regained their clarity.

The technical director swallowed hard, his hands trembling, but it was from excitement.

"Understood."

"This is... traffic distribution."

"This turns ride-hailing into a bidding-based ranking system!"

"That's right."

Lin Che snapped his fingers.

A crisp sound rang out in the room.

"Didi is entering the education market."

"Didi is working to cultivate user habits."

"Didi is going to argue with the government."

He walked to the door and placed his hand on the doorknob.

Look back.

He left behind a meaningful look.

"And us."

"Responsible for harvesting."

.........

The door was pulled open.

The noise from outside rushed in.

"But the boss..."

Fatty Wang chased after them, still holding the rejected proposal in his hand.

"This thing is developed quickly; it can be launched in a week."

"But where will we get our users?"

"With Didi offering such hefty subsidies right now, why would users download our app?"

This is the most practical problem.

Even the best wine needs to be advertised.

Moreover, Weiguang Mobility doesn't even have alleyways yet.

Lin Che stopped in his tracks.

He looked to the other side of the hall.

That's the "micro-group buying" operations room.

On the screen, the red order heatmap is jumping wildly.

Tens of millions of daily active users.

Hundreds of millions of payment transactions.

That was a foreshadowing he had laid long ago.

It is also his biggest trump card.

"Fatty."

Lin Che patted Wang Pangzi's broad shoulder.

Pointing to the red screen.

"Do you see that?"

That's a blood bank.

Lin Che's smile deepened, revealing a vampire-like elegance.

"It's time."

"Let e-commerce give the travel industry... a little financial boost."