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

Hangzhou, western part of the city.

Micro-Light Logistics Dispatch Center.

The atmosphere was tense, as if we were undergoing a top-level military inspection.

Several inspectors wearing orange Taobao badges were sitting in front of a monitoring station, staring intently at the data stream on the large screen.

They are the "supervisory team" dispatched by Alibaba Group.

There is only one task: to ensure that Weiguang Flash Delivery completely cuts off its delivery capacity support to Meituan Waimai.

"Mr. Wang."

The lead inspector pushed up his glasses and pointed to a precipitous drop in the curve on the screen.

"Have orders through Meituan really dropped to zero?"

Fatty Wang stood to the side, clutching a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, a broad smile on his face, the oily sweat on his forehead glistening under the cold light.

"It's back to zero! Completely back to zero!"

Fatty Wang feigned deep sorrow and slapped his thigh hard.

"Oh dear, you have no idea! To cooperate with the group's 'choose one of two' strategy, we had to make a painful decision!"

"My heart is bleeding from that cut! Those were all deals worth real money!"

As he spoke, he handed the inspector a bottle of chilled Red Bull.

"You leaders have worked hard. Have some water and calm down."

The inspector took the Red Bull, his expression softening slightly.

He checked the backend logs again.

indeed.

Starting from midnight yesterday, all order requests from Meituan's API were blocked in the Weiguang Flash Delivery system, and the return code was "403 Forbidden".

"very good."

The inspector closed his notebook and stood up.

"President Lin truly keeps his word."

"Now that the supply chain has been cut off, the next priority is to do everything possible to protect Koubei's reputation and Ele.me's delivery capacity."

"Jack Ma said that Alibaba's resources will not be wasted on obedient allies."

Fatty Wang bowed and scraped as he escorted the large group of people to the door, watching the black van disappear from sight.

The taillights had just disappeared.

The fawning look on Fatty Wang's face vanished instantly.

He straightened up and spat out a mouthful of saliva.

"Pooh."

"Just keep checking, all you do is check."

"If you don't let me deliver for Meituan, what am I supposed to do? Starve!"

He turned around, and his originally hunched back instantly became upright. He strode into an inconspicuous little warehouse next to the dispatch center with an air of indifference.

……

The warehouse was a hidden gem.

There are no high-tech screens here, only a dozen or so makeshift folding tables piled up with various documents, official seals, copies of business licenses, and dozens of half-eaten bowls of instant noodles.

The air was filled with the aroma of braised beef noodles mixed with ink paste.

"Hurry, hurry! Is the 'Fast Legs Labor Service' stamp finished yet?"

"The license for 'Run Fast Human Resources' has been issued!"

"And this, 'Starving Delivery Service Co., Ltd.', where's the legal representative's ID card? Upload it now!"

Dozens of clerks were so busy they barely had time to breathe, and the printer overheated, emitting a "buzzing" protest.

Fatty Wang strode in, a chicken leg in his hand, and plopped down in the main seat.

"Fatty!"

A junior employee handed me a list of newly registered companies.

There are 28 in total.

"They are all newly registered shell companies, and the legal representatives are all relatives from our village. There is no trace of any equity relationship between them and Weiguang."

"good!"

Fatty Wang took a big bite of the chicken leg, his mouth full of oil.

He grabbed a company seal that wasn't completely dry.

He breathed out a breath.

"Thump!"

The red ink was heavily stamped on a "Labor Outsourcing Agreement".

Then came the second one.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

Fatty Wang is like a ruthless stamping machine. Every time he stamps his seal, it means that a regular army that originally belonged to Weiguang has been transformed into "outsourced temporary workers".

"What's this called?"

While stamping the document, Fatty Wang mumbled instructions to his underlings.

"This is called flexible employment."

"Mr. Ma doesn't allow us to send it under the name 'Weiguang'."

"Then we'll deliver it under a different guise."

He picked up a document and pointed to the terms on it.

"Legally speaking, these riders have already left Weiguang and joined these 'Fast Runner' and 'Fast Runner' companies."

"Then these companies will take orders from Meituan."

"The money went into these companies' accounts and was eventually transferred back to Weiguang under the guise of 'technical service fees'."

"Perfect closed loop".

The younger brother was stunned and gave a thumbs up.

"Hey Fatty, that's brilliant! That's like putting Ali's eye drops right into his ass!"

Stop being so cheeky.

Fatty Wang threw the chicken bones into the trash can and wiped his hands.

"Did you change your clothes?"

"They've changed! They're all in the locker room!"

……

locker room.

Hundreds of riders are putting on a bizarre "costume show".

They took off their striking purple, shimmering uniforms, folded them neatly, and put them in the closet.

then.

He took out brand-new yellow vests from the cardboard box next to him.

Meituan Huang.

That's the color of a kangaroo.

"Ugh, this outfit is so ugly! It's not even as nice as our purple one."

A young rider was putting on his clothes while complaining.

"Stop talking nonsense, put on this suit, and you'll earn an extra two dollars on this deal."

The older rider next to him slapped him.

"Remember this, don't say you're a 'micro-light' when you go out."

"If anyone asks, just say it's from 'Speedy Legs' company."

"Our current identity is Meituan Crowdsourcing, understand?"

The young rider nodded as if he understood, and put on the yellow helmet.

Apart from this skin.

The equipment they had remained unchanged.

It was still that black PDA, and still that familiar "Micro-Light Brain" scheduling system.

However, in the system backend, the original "Weiguang Flash Delivery" interface was changed to a yellow "Meituan Exclusive Delivery" skin.

Business as usual.

It's just a different color.

……

The top floor of the Weiguang Building.

Lin Che stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the building below.

Teams of riders wearing yellow vests were riding tricycles with the Weiguang logo, making a grand entrance out of the park.

They merged into the traffic, like drops of yellow paint seeping into the veins of the city.

"Boss."

Shen Nan walked over with the financial statements in hand, his expression somewhat strange.

"The data is out."

"Although the Meituan revenue of Weiguang's main account has been reduced to zero."

"but……"

Shen Nan pointed to the summary report of the more than twenty related companies.

"The revenue of these shell companies has increased by 10% compared to last month."

"Because Meituan secretly raised our delivery fees in order to stabilize our delivery capacity."

They're profiting from both sides.

On one hand, they received funding and traffic support from Alibaba.

On the one hand, they receive high delivery fees from Meituan.

Lin Che turned around, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"Wang Xing is also a smart man."

"He saw these suddenly emerging 'speedy' companies and knew exactly what was going on."

But he dared not say it out loud.

"Because as long as I don't wear that purple uniform, he gains face."

"As long as he can get his food delivered, he'll have something to show for it."

"Everyone's putting on an act."

Lin Che walked to the table and picked up the 25-cent coin.

"Only money is real."

Just then.

Fatty Wang came running up, panting, holding his phone in his hand, his face looking rather grim.

"Brother! Something's happened!"

"This isn't Alibaba's problem, it's Meituan's!"

"Wang Xing's side... has made a move."

"Make a move?" Lin Che raised an eyebrow. "He dares to cut off my supply lines?"

"It's not transportation capacity."

Fatty Wang handed the phone to Lin Che.

The screen displays a screenshot of a newly released announcement.

[Meituan Dianping's Notice Regarding Payment Channel Upgrade]

To provide better service, Meituan App will suspend Alipay payment. We recommend using WeChat Pay or bank card payments.

Ban Alipay.

This is Wang Xing's first pledge of allegiance after joining Tencent.

This is also the most direct provocation against Alibaba.

"Wang Xing has gone mad..."

Shen Nan gasped.

"This is outrageous! At least half of Meituan's users are used to using Alipay. They're trying to forcefully change user habits!"

"How many users will this cause us to lose?"

Lin Che stared at the announcement.

There was no panic.

in contrast.

His eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Like a wolf spotting its prey in the dark.

"Loss?"

Lin Che smiled.

He threw his phone back on the table.

"No."

"This is an opportunity."

He walked up to the huge payment map.

Meituan cutting off Alipay is like blowing a hole in a dam.

That was a huge payment vacuum.

Users are used to using Alipay, but they can't use it.

Users don't want to use WeChat Pay, or they don't have enough money in their WeChat account.

At this time...

They need a third option.

"Fatty."

Lin Che turned around, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"Notify the technical department."

"Print the QR code for 'Weiguang Wallet' onto the chest of every 'Vest Rider'."

"New feature launched—"

Lin Che held up one finger.

"Pay in person."

"Since Wang Xing has closed the door to online activities."

"Then let's..."

"Start offline, pry open the window."