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

Early 2015. Western part of Hangzhou.

Micro-Light Logistics Central Dispatch Center.

This place was converted from two abandoned textile factory warehouses.

Under the ten-meter-high dome, hundreds of high-intensity industrial metal halide lamps are suspended.

The light was deathly white.

It stung my eyes.

The air was filled with the musty smell of damp cardboard boxes, the screeching sound of tearing tape, and the beeping of thousands of barcode scanners.

The sound was as dense as a torrential downpour.

Zhao Sihai stood on the steel frame platform on the second floor.

He was wearing an oil-stained work jacket and clutching a high-powered walkie-talkie in his hand.

"Warehouse number three! Hurry up!"

"The goods are piling up over there! Anyone who doesn't want to work there, get the hell out of here!"

His roar echoed through the empty factory, making the railings vibrate.

This former logistics tycoon in the western part of the city is now the head of Weiguang Logistics.

His bandit-like demeanor remained unchanged, but his eyes now held a hint of reverence for order.

Because there was someone standing behind him.

Lin Che.

Lin Che, wearing a black cashmere coat, stood with his hands in his pockets, quietly looking down at the huge logistics machine at his feet.

Fatty Wang stood to the side, holding an iPad in his hands, the screen displaying data analysis of competitors.

"Bro, Meituan and Ele.me are in complete chaos right now."

Fatty Wang swiped the screen, displaying a series of gruesome photos of the scene.

In the photo, delivery riders wearing yellow and blue vests are crowded under an office building, with piles of takeout boxes in their hands and soup spilled all over the ground.

Average delivery time: 65 minutes.

Negative review rate: 15%.

"The main reasons for the complaints are: the food got cold, the soup spilled, and the rider couldn't find the way."

Fatty Wang shook his head and clicked his tongue twice.

"Their current model is too primitive."

"It all depends on the riders riding electric bikes all over the streets, delivering one order and then taking on the next, like headless flies."

Lin Che did not speak.

His gaze was fixed on a courier sorting packages on the assembly line below.

The deliveryman worked quickly, tossing a package into the crate and glancing at his watch.

11: 30.

Lunchtime.

The assembly line slowed down.

The deliverymen gathered in twos and threes, took out their phones, and prepared to kill time during this awkward lull in their schedules.

There's an ironclad rule in the express delivery industry: pick up packages in the morning, ship them out in the evening, and the midday period is a vacuum in delivery capacity.

And the food delivery industry.

Noon is precisely the peak of the battlefield.

"waste."

Lin Che uttered two words.

The voice was very soft, but Zhao Sihai keenly caught it.

"Boss, what's wasteful?"

Zhao Sihai leaned closer, a smile spreading across his fleshy face.

"Our efficiency is already twice that of the Tongda system! These guys are running themselves ragged every day..."

I wasn't talking about legs.

Lin Che stretched out his hand and pointed to the electric tricycles parked in the yard below.

Several thousand vehicles.

Neat and tidy.

Each car is printed with a faint purple logo.

"I mean, resources."

Lin Che turned around and walked towards the huge electronic screen behind him.

On the screen is a real-time heat map of Hangzhou.

The green dots represent deliverymen operating at a faint light. At this moment, they are mostly stationary or moving at low speed.

The red dots represent the points of explosive growth in demand for food delivery orders. They are currently flashing wildly on the map like a virus.

Meituan and Ele.me are hiring.

Lin Che's finger swept across the screen, leaving a blur.

"They recruit people on the street, hand out flyers, and even poach unlicensed taxi drivers."

"They want to build an army."

"But they don't know."

Lin Che suddenly turned around, his eyes blazing as he stared at Zhao Sihai and Fatty Wang.

"The largest army in Hangzhou is already in our hands."

Zhao Sihai paused for a moment, then scratched his bald head.

"Boss, you mean... you want my delivery guys to deliver boxed lunches?"

"Will this... work? They only recognize house numbers, they don't know how to use that food ordering app."

Lin Che walked to the control panel.

There was a newly developed intelligent dispatch terminal there.

Black industrial-grade plastic shell, drop-proof and waterproof.

The screen displays a complex route plan.

Lin Che reached out and grabbed the PDA.

As he rubbed his fingertips against the anti-slip texture on the side of the device, the rough feel gave him a sense of security.

"Click".

He pressed the orange activation button on the side.

The screen lights up.

A deep blue light reflected in his pupils.

He didn't perform any complicated operations; he simply entered a single command in the system's backend.

The interface changed instantly.

The interface, which originally only had two buttons, "Receive" and "Deliver," now has a purple lightning bolt icon in the middle.

Flash Delivery.

Lin Che's thumb hovered over this icon.

This moment.

He felt as if he held the heart of the machine.

With a simple press, this cold, impersonal machine, which could only scan barcodes, transforms into a super brain connected to the capillaries of the city.

He could feel the elasticity of the microswitch under his fingertips.

It was a tension that was building up and ready to be unleashed.

"Smack."

The buttons are at the bottom.

A crisp notification sound rang out.

"Ding! New mission has been initiated."

It wasn't a mechanical electronic sound, but a bugle call brimming with the scent of money.

Lin Che put down the PDA.

The device glided a distance on the table and came to a steady stop in front of Zhao Sihai.

Whether it works or not is not up to people to decide.

"It's up to the system to decide."

Lin Che placed his hands on the control panel and leaned forward, the oppressive feeling causing Zhao Sihai to instinctively straighten up.

"Starting today."

"Tear off the 'deliveryman' label."

"Label them as 'flash delivery drivers'."

"Delivering packages in the morning, food delivery at noon, documents in the afternoon, and e-commerce packages in the evening."

Lin Che slammed his palm heavily on the map.

"That's called... reuse."

"This is called... a dimensional reduction attack."

Fatty Wang's eyes lit up.

They were as bright as two searchlights.

Having been through the quagmire of business, he knew all too well what this meant.

cost.

Extreme cost reduction.

Meituan costs five to six thousand yuan a month to hire a rider, which includes a base salary and commission.

What about a glimmer of light?

These guys were paid by the courier company anyway.

Now, if you bring them food on your way, even if you only pay them 3 yuan per order, they'll fight to do it.

Because that's pure incremental revenue.

"Brother, that's an amazing move!"

Fatty Wang rubbed his hands together excitedly, his eyes shining.

"Wang Xing and Zhang Xuhao are still fighting over who should cook."

"We'll take care of all the serving work!"

"But……"

Zhao Sihai was still somewhat worried.

"Will those food delivery platforms agree to this? We're practically stealing their business!"

Lin Che walked to the railing.

Watching the enormous machine below begin to run again.

"Their current delivery time is 60 minutes."

"If I tell them I can deliver too, and it only takes 30 minutes."

"The price is half the price."

Lin Che turned his head, a cold smile curving his lips.

Do you think they have the right to refuse?

……

Ten minutes later.

System online testing.

Gudang New Village, Xihu District.

Old Zhang is a veteran courier who has been working for five years.

He was riding his somewhat dilapidated tricycle, weaving through the narrow alleys.

There were still more than a dozen Taobao packages that hadn't been delivered in the carriage.

"Ding!"

The PDA hanging around my neck suddenly vibrated.

It wasn't the usual short vibration when receiving a package.

Instead, it was three consecutive long tremors.

Old Zhang was startled and quickly braked.

The tire left a black mark on the cement floor.

He picked up the PDA.

A purple interface, unlike anything I've ever seen before, popped up on the screen:

[Flash Delivery Mission: Distance 50 meters]

[Pickup Item: Shaxian Snacks]

[Delivery address: Building 3, Gudang Science and Technology Park (95% on the way)]

Commission: +5.0 yuan

Old Zhang was stunned.

Drop by?

He glanced at the packages in the carriage; the next stop was Gudang Science and Technology Park.

and……

5 yuan?

I only earn 8 cents for delivering a package.

This one takeout order is equivalent to him delivering six packages!

Old Zhang swallowed hard.

That most basic desire to make money instantly overcame the fear of new things.

He extended his rough fingers.

Carefully, as if touching a fragile dream.

[Order accepted].

"Order accepted!"

Old Zhang twisted the accelerator.

With a cheerful roar, the tricycle turned into the alley next door.

Two minutes later.

He carried two steaming hot boxes of duck leg rice and stuffed them into the insulated box of his tricycle.

That place was originally used to store fragile items that were easily crushed.

Now, it's a mobile dining table.

……

The top floor of the Weiguang Building.

on the big screen.

The purple dot representing the "first flash delivery" moved slowly.

From Shaxian snacks to science and technology parks.

It only took 12 minutes.

When the green text "Delivered" pops up on the screen.

A cheer erupted in the command center.

Fatty Wang swung his fist hard.

"It's done!"

Zhao Sihai looked at the data, his eyes reddening slightly.

He knew that this meant his men's monthly income would double.

Lin Che did not cheer.

He simply stared quietly at the point of light.

That's more than just an order.

That was a sharp knife he thrust into the food delivery battlefield.

A sharp knife called "efficiency".

He picked up his phone.

I dialed Shen Nan's number.

"Issue a notice."

Lin Che's voice was calm, yet it exuded an undeniable air of dominance.

"Weiguang Logistics has officially established the 'Flash Delivery Business Unit'."

"Tell Wang Xing, tell Zhang Xuhao."

He looked out the window at the vast urban forest.

"Dinner is ready."

"It's time to serve the food."