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

Chapter 134 Two Hundred Million Cards!

The data looks terrible.

In the command center of the Weiguang Building, on the huge LED screen, the curve representing new users is as flat as a dead line on an electrocardiogram.

A red alert is flashing.

That's a sign of depleted traffic.

"Brother, the road is blocked."

Fatty Wang, his mouth full of blisters, paced anxiously in circles, the floorboards beneath his feet creaking under his feet.

"WeChat blocks our sharing links. As long as the words 'collect five blessings' appear, they are blocked immediately. Taobao is even worse. As soon as customer service mentions 'Weiguang', points are deducted and the account is banned."

This is an isolated island.

The iron curtain jointly built by BAT (Baidu, Alibaba, Tencent) has trapped Weiguang Group inside.

Although the app has been released and the gameplay is very appealing, users are unable to access it.

It's like building a gold mine in the desert, but nobody knows the way.

"You're in such a hurry already?"

Lin Che stood in front of that huge map of China.

He held a red magnetic nail in his hand, his fingertips turning slightly white from the pressure.

"Fatty, what do you think the internet is?"

Fatty Wang was stunned for a moment.

"Is it... a network cable? Is it a server? Is it network bandwidth?"

"No."

Lin Che shook his head.

"The Internet is made up of people."

"Wherever there are people, there is a road."

He suddenly raised his hand.

The red magnetic nail, with a resolute and ruthless force, was pressed heavily onto the map.

That location is Zhumadian, Henan.

A place that the elites of BAT (Baidu, Alibaba, Tencent) would never look at directly from their office buildings.

"puff."

The sharp nail pierced through the paper of the map and embedded itself deeply into the corkboard behind it.

That's some kind of signal.

"If the air force can't fly over there, we'll take the land route."

Lin Che turned around, his eyes as cold as knives, his voice echoing in the empty command hall.

"Pass on my orders."

"Initiate the 'Urban Warfare Plan'."

"Notify all 300 city stations nationwide to mobilize one million riders. Effective immediately, all personnel shall enter Level 1 combat readiness."

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Two hundred million cards.

Those aren't virtual pixels, but real coated paper.

They are being churned out at high speed on the production lines of hundreds of printing plants, emitting the pungent smell of fresh ink.

Each card is printed with a large "福" (Fu, meaning good fortune) character, with a silver coating underneath.

"Scratch to win a prize, 100% chance of winning."

This is the most primitive, the most unsophisticated, but also the most effective temptation.

"Tell every rider."

Lin Che pointed to the densely packed gray logistics nodes on the screen, his voice carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"Starting today, every takeout order and every package they deliver must include a lucky card."

"That's not enough."

He held up one finger.

"Ten yuan."

"For every user who learns how to scan the code, download the app, and bind their bank card, the rider will receive a reward of ten yuan."

"No upper limit."

Fatty Wang gasped.

Ten yuan.

For elites who sit in Starbucks discussing deals worth hundreds of millions, they wouldn't even bother picking up money that fell on the ground.

But for the delivery riders who brave wind and rain, this is twice the delivery fee for a single food order.

This is a bounty that would make them risk their lives.

"Brother, the cost..."

"cost?"

Lin Che sneered and interrupted him.

"It costs BAT (Baidu, Alibaba, Tencent) 200 yuan to acquire a user who has linked their bank card. I only need 10 yuan."

"I want to use these ten dollars to ignite the ambition of one million people."

"I want to turn the riders of Weiguang into the most terrifying sales army in all of China."

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Jiamusi, Heilongjiang Province.

A blizzard raged.

The temperature is minus twenty degrees Celsius.

Old Zhang is a food delivery rider. His face was bleached purple by the cold wind, and his eyebrows were covered with white frost.

He was carrying a bowl of spicy hot pot when he knocked on the door of a third-floor apartment in an old residential area.

The person who opened the door was an older woman wrapped in a cotton-padded coat.

"Auntie, your takeout is here."

Old Zhang didn't turn around and leave as usual.

He pulled a warm red card from his pocket and handed it to the old woman.

"This is a scratch-off lottery ticket for you; you might win a big prize."

The woman took it suspiciously and scratched off the coating with her fingernail.

"Respectful Blessing?"

"Oh, ma'am! You're so lucky!"

Old Zhang's eyes widened, his expression exaggerated as if he had seen his own mother.

"This card is the most valuable! Collecting them all could net you two hundred million!"

"Really?" The woman's eyes lit up.

"Why would I lie to you? Come, come, ma'am, take out your phone, I'll teach you."

Old Zhang didn't mind the mess; he squatted down at the door and patiently helped the old lady connect to WiFi, download the Weiguang APP, enter her phone number, and bind her bank card.

For that ten yuan, he was willing to put the same patience he would have shown his first love into the tedious process.

"Alright! Auntie, look, the money's in your account!"

Five minutes later.

The woman couldn't stop smiling as she looked at the extra two yuan in her account.

Old Zhang looked at the "Promotion Reward +10 Yuan" pop-up in the backend and smiled even more happily than the old lady.

The same scene is playing out in every corner of China.

Urban villages in Guangdong, mahjong parlors in Sichuan, and fields in Henan.

A million Lao Zhangs are like a million hardworking ants, slowly eroding the seemingly impregnable dam that BAT (Baidu, Alibaba, Tencent) had built.

They don't understand internet thinking or closed-loop logic.

All they know is that they can earn ten yuan by teaching someone how to link a bank card.

This most primal profit-driven motive allowed Weiguang's tentacles to quickly penetrate deep into the capillaries of Chinese society.

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Micro-light command center.

The technician who had been monitoring the data suddenly screamed.

It moved!

"Boss! The data has changed!"

Everyone's eyes immediately focused on the big screen.

The previously lifeless curve suddenly stood up, as if injected with adrenaline.

It didn't rise slowly.

Instead, it's like sprouting on dry land.

That was an almost vertical surge.

Ten thousand.

One hundred thousand.

Five hundred thousand.

One million.

The red numbers were jumping wildly, so fast it was dazzling.

Behind every number is a delivery rider tirelessly hawking their wares on the streets, and an elderly person who was originally unfamiliar with mobile payments has been drawn into the network of micro-light.

"This is the army."

Looking at the breathtaking sun line, Lin Che finally smiled.

Did BAT (Baidu, Alibaba, Tencent) think they could trap me by blocking the sky?

pity.

They forgot that the most powerful force in this land always comes from the soil.

"That's incredible..."

Fatty Wang stared at the screen, his mouth agape enough to fit an egg.

"Brother, at this rate, the printing plant's two hundred million cards won't last three days."

"Then print more."

Lin Che turned around, his back to the screen, leaving everyone with an invincible silhouette.

"Notify the printing plant to operate all machines at full capacity."

"Print another 100 million copies."