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

Two o'clock in the morning.

The victory celebration banquet on the top floor of the Weiguang Building was still going on, but in the war room downstairs, the lights were stark white and the air conditioning was turned up to the maximum, instantly dispelling everyone's drunkenness.

Fatty Wang washed his face with cold water, his still dripping face showing a hint of bewilderment and exhaustion after excitement.

Shen Nan was pouring strong coffee into everyone's cups.

The CTO, the product director, and the chief scientist who had just been poached from Baidu were all sitting upright, looking at the young man standing in the main seat.

Lin Che took off his expensive custom-made suit and wore only a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

He was holding a red marker in his hand.

The whiteboard behind him was spotless, with only one date displayed.

2016.02.07.

Lunar New Year's eve.

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"You all know what day this is, right?"

Lin Che spoke, his voice echoing in the quiet room.

"It's Chinese New Year, I guess," Fatty Wang muttered. "Brother, we just raised 10 billion US dollars. Shouldn't we let the brothers have a good rest during the New Year?"

"rest?"

Lin Che sneered.

"For ordinary people, this is a reunion."

"But for internet companies, this is nuclear war."

He turned around and drew two huge logos below that date.

Left side: Alipay.

Right side: WeChat.

"On New Year's Eve last year, WeChat used the 'Shake' feature to send red envelopes, which led to the binding of 200 million bank cards overnight, accomplishing what Alipay took eight years to achieve."

"That's what Jack Ma calls the 'Pearl Harbor attack'."

Lin Che's pen tip landed heavily on the whiteboard.

"This year, Alipay is determined to get revenge. They spent 2.69 million yuan to secure the exclusive sponsorship of the Spring Festival Gala and prepared an unprecedented rain of red envelopes."

That was the eve of the "Collecting Five Blessings" event.

"Two carrier strike groups are facing off in the Pacific Ocean, and all their guns are ready to fire."

Lin Che turned around and his gaze swept over everyone present.

"At this moment, if a nuclear submarine suddenly surfaced from underwater and launched torpedoes at both of them simultaneously."

"What do you think will happen?"

Fatty Wang shivered.

"Dude, are you crazy? That's a battle of gods! If we charge in, we'll just be cannon fodder!"

"cannon fodder?"

Lin Che threw away the marker.

I walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the sleeping city.

"The war in the food delivery market is over."

"The logistics network is in place."

"One million riders are ready."

"We also have 10 million daily active wallet users."

He reached out, his fingers tracing across the glass as if cutting through the map of the city.

"We are no longer cannon fodder."

"We are the players who deserve to be at the table."

Lin Che turned around abruptly, his eyes burning with a mad flame.

"Shen Nan, open the safe."

Shen Nan took a deep breath, walked to the safe in the corner, entered the password, and took out a red document bag that had been sealed for a long time.

Project Name: Micro-Light Red Envelope Raid Plan.

The document bag was slammed heavily onto the conference table.

Dust flew everywhere.

"This is my secret weapon that I've been preparing for a year."

Lin Che opened the file bag and poured out a thick stack of project proposals.

"Alipay is going to give out 'Dedication Blessing' during the Spring Festival Gala, what's with this 'collecting blessing cards' thing?"

"WeChat allows users to post photos of frosted glass in Moments."

"They're all playing the online traffic game."

Lin Che pulled out a design sketch and pasted it on the whiteboard.

It was a simple poster.

It has a QR code printed on it, along with that cheeky purple glowing logo.

But the gameplay is revolutionary.

"What we want to do is what they can't do."

"Offline."

Lin Che's fingers tapped heavily on the poster.

"Notify one million riders."

"We will remain open during the Spring Festival."

"Every takeout order and every package delivered must be accompanied by a physical 'Weiguang Red Packet Card'."

"Scratch to win a prize, 100% chance of winning, minimum 5 yuan, maximum 8888 yuan."

"and......."

A sly smile curled at the corner of Lin Che's lips.

"This money can only be withdrawn from the 'Weiguang Wallet'."

"It can only be used to order takeout, hail a taxi, and send packages after the New Year."

"This is a closed loop."

Everyone gasped in shock.

That was a ruthless move.

While Alipay and WeChat were showering money from the sky, Lin Che dispatched a million ground troops to deliver red envelopes to every household.

This is physical penetration.

This is a dimensional reduction attack that forcibly drags traffic from the sky to the ground.

"But boss, how much money will this cost?" the CFO asked tremblingly.

"Two hundred million?"

"No."

Lin Che held up five fingers.

"Five hundred million."

"cash."

"I'm going to use these 500 million yuan to push the number of users who have linked their bank cards to Weiguang Wallet to 50 million by New Year's Eve!"

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The room was deathly silent.

The only sound was the low hum of the central air conditioning.

Everyone was stunned by this insane plan. Five hundred million, all for a one-night raid.

If we lose, it will be a serious blow.

But if we win...

That is to say, a road to heaven was truly carved out between the two great mountains of AT.

"Will you do it or not?"

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

Fatty Wang was the first to stand up.

He ripped off his tie and threw it hard on the ground.

"Dry!"

"Damn it, the money's all financed anyway, so I don't feel bad spending it!"

"Let's do it!"

"Let Jack Ma and Pony Ma see that we at Microlight aren't pushovers!"

The sentiment is exciting.

The fighting spirit is boiling.

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Lin Che looked at his subordinates, whose eyes gleamed with a wolfish ruthlessness, and nodded in satisfaction.

"very good."

He walked to the window and looked eastward.

It's almost dawn.

The distant horizon was beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

A new year, a new battlefield.

"Jack Ma and Pony Ma thought there were only two people at the poker table."

Lin Che took the 25-cent coin out of his pocket.

That was the original aspiration he brought back from Silicon Valley.

It is also a testament to his ruthless and bloodthirsty ways.

Ding--

The coin was tossed high into the air.

It shimmered with a cold, silvery light in the dawn.

"I'm going to tell them."

Lin Che caught the coin, clutching it tightly in his palm, his eyes sharp as knives.

"There's a third person."

"And this person."

"We're going to flip the table."

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