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Chapter 139 The enemy is at the gates!

Lunar New Year's eve.

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

The top floor command center of the Weiguang Building.

The air here has gone bad.

It was a mixture of braised beef noodles, stale tobacco, and the stench of sweat from hundreds of grown men who hadn't showered for days.

It smells awful.

But nobody cares about that at this moment.

Hundreds of people were like corpses nailed to chairs.

Their eyes were bloodshot, their faces were oily from prolonged exposure to radiation, and only their fingers were still mechanically typing on the keyboard.

"Da da da da..."

The dense clatter of keyboards blended together like a never-ending downpour.

In the corner, an operations engineer suddenly slumped to the side.

Two streams of blood dripped from his nose onto the keyboard.

The colleague next to him didn't exclaim in surprise, but simply handed him a roll of toilet paper and continued staring at the screen.

This is no longer just working overtime.

This is war.

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The huge electronic screen on the wall is the only source of light in this room.

The red curve representing real-time traffic is climbing wildly upwards at an angle that defies the laws of physics.

"A record has been broken."

The data director's voice was hoarse, as if he were swallowing shards of glass.

"Just a second ago, our QPS (queries per second) exceeded 350,000."

"It has already surpassed the peak of last year's Tmall Double Eleven."

350,000.

This means that every second, 350,000 requests bombard the faint server defenses like bullets.

Moreover, it's still rising.

Because outside, it's being bombarded by BAT (Baidu, Alibaba, Tencent).

On television, in the subway, and even on the LED screen opposite the Weiguang Building, the gaffe of Alipay's "Shu Yi Shu" and WeChat's "Shake" is playing on a loop.

That's the sound of money.

BAT (Baidu, Alibaba, Tencent) attempted to wrest users back from Weiguang at the last minute using a massive amount of GG (Google, Tencent).

It's a suffocating sense of oppression.

It's like dark clouds looming over the city; you know a storm is coming, but you can only stand still and wait to get soaked.

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"Buzz—"

Sudden.

The entire monitoring wall in the command center has changed color.

The green indicator lights, which originally represented health, began to turn yellow in large numbers.

Followed by.

The core database cluster area was illuminated by a glaring red light.

That's not a festive red.

That was the color of blood.

Those were countless eyes screaming frantically, alerting everyone.

"Boss! We can't hold on any longer!"

CTO Lao Zhou suddenly stood up, knocking his chair to the ground.

His face was as white as a sheet of paper, and his hand pointing at the screen was trembling violently.

"Traffic is still surging!"

"I predict that viewership will double when the Spring Festival Gala starts tonight!"

"Our CPU utilization has reached 95%, and we only have 5% memory left!"

"If this keeps up, we won't even have to wait until midnight; we'll be blowing up in ten minutes!"

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the man sitting in the center of the command seat.

That was their last pillar of support.

Lin Che held an unlit cigarette between his fingers.

He stared at the wall of flashing red lights, his eyes still as water.

fry?

It cannot be blown up.

If the server crashes tonight, all the previous planning, all the money spent, and all the ground promotion will become the biggest joke in the history of the Internet.

"Then cut it."

Lin Che's voice was very soft.

But in the deathly silent command center, it sounded like a thunderclap.

"What?" Old Zhou was stunned.

"To survive, one must cut off the tail."

Lin Che stood up and crushed the cigarette in his palm.

Cigarette smoke fell softly.

"Turn off 'Weiguang Live'."

"Shut down the merchant backend, rating system, and instant messaging of 'Weiguang Takeaway'."

"Only the most basic order placement function will be retained."

"Cut everything else."

A commotion broke out in the crowd.

"Boss! You can't shut it down!"

The vice president in charge of the live streaming business panicked and rushed over to grab the corner of the table.

"Tonight is Lunar New Year's Eve, and the livestreaming traffic is at its peak. Hundreds of top streamers are selling products online. If this happens, we're going to lose tens of millions in revenue!"

"Yeah, boss! If we shut down the food delivery system, we'll be overwhelmed with complaints from merchants!"

This is not just about cutting off flesh.

This is bone removal.

These businesses are Weiguang's cash cows, the lifeblood they rely on to generate revenue.

Lin Che did not look at them.

He just stared intently at the glaringly red surveillance wall.

"Money can be earned back."

"Business can be restarted if it's suspended."

"But if the payment system crashes tonight, Glimmer will die."

He turned around, his gaze sharp as a knife, sweeping across the faces of everyone present.

"Can't you understand human speech?"

"Everything except payment can be cut."

"Tonight, even if the Weiguang APP becomes just a calculator that can only send red envelopes, you have to hold on for me."

"implement!"

A roar.

Everyone shuddered violently.

Old Zhou gritted his teeth, his eyes reddening.

"implement!"

He yelled at the operations and maintenance team.

"Cut off the live stream! Cut off non-core links! Allocate all computing resources to Weiguang Red Packets!"

The sound of keyboard clicks rang out again.

More urgent and more tragic than before.

on the big screen.

One by one, the server nodes of "Weiguang Live" went out.

at the same time.

Tens of thousands of computing resources, like fresh troops withdrawn from the front lines, poured into the precarious payment gateway.

95%.

90%.

85%.

As non-core business processes were cut off, CPU utilization began to decline slowly.

The red light on the wall finally slowly turned back to yellow.

It is still dangerous.

But at least, it pulled the glimmer of light back from the edge of the cliff.

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7 PM.

There is one hour left before the Spring Festival Gala begins.

The atmosphere in the command center remained tense.

Although the computing power was saved, everyone knew that the real tsunami was yet to come.

"Boss, the BAT (Baidu, Alibaba, Tencent) offensive is too fierce."

The PR director pointed at the television screen.

CCTV's prime time slots were completely taken over by Alipay and WeChat.

Host's verbal announcements, product placement in skits, countdown mishaps...

The glimmer of light was like an orphan squeezed into a corner.

"This is the power of capital."

If Zhao Hong saw this scene, he would probably burst out laughing in Hangzhou.

If you don't have money, how are you going to fight me in a street battle?

Lin Che was watching TV.

His face showed no sign of panic, but rather a calm composure born of long-term preparation.

"Who says we don't have boyfriends?"

He glanced at the time.

"That's about it."

"Old Wang, show it to them."

On the television screen.

It happened right after the evening news ended and before the countdown to the Spring Festival Gala began.

It is also the highest-rated "golden minute" in all of China.

The scene suddenly changed.

There was no noisy "whoosh whoosh".

There's no noisy "shake" feature.

The picture is very clean.

It is a highway that winds its way deep into the snow-capped mountains.

A truck bearing the logo "Weiguang Logistics" is struggling to move forward in the wind and snow.

The camera zooms in.

The driver was a middle-aged man with a full beard, holding a yellowed photograph in his hand.

The photo shows a little girl waiting at the entrance of the village.

A voice-over begins.

It's very deep and magnetic.

Some people say that the Internet is virtual.

"But we know that every entrustment is heavy with meaning."

Screen switch.

An old residential area in Northeast China where heavy snow is falling.

The young rider, Xiao Li, was holding Zhang Da Niang's withered hand, patiently teaching her how to enter her bank card number.

The old man's face changed from wariness to doubt, and then to a childlike smile.

"Trust is not data."

Trust is the warmth of the palm of your hand.

At last.

The image is frozen at the moment of the family photo.

The family sat together, with the interface of the Weiguang APP for collecting five blessings displayed in the middle.

There were no dazzling special effects, and no tempting 200 million yuan in cash.

Only one line of simple small print:

"Weiguang Payment"

"Connecting every dream of returning home."

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

This one-minute GG was like a warm current, instantly piercing the nerves of the national audience who had been numb from the bombardment of the noisy red envelope war by BAT (Baidu, Alibaba, Tencent).

It doesn't talk about money.

It talks about love.

At this time of family reunion, it talks about the most tender things in the Chinese people's bones—trust and reunion.

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"Holy crap..."

Wang Pangzi stood in the command center, looking at the broadcast screen, his eyes welling up with tears.

"Dude, this is amazing."

"This is on a completely different level compared to Alipay's 'money-is-no-object' style!"

The effect is immediate.

on the big screen.

The traffic curve, which had just stabilized, began to surge again.

If the previous ones were ocean waves...

Now, it's a tsunami.

Countless elderly people who were moved to tears, and countless young people who were touched to tears, picked up their phones and opened the Weiguang APP at that moment.

"Traffic surge!"

"QPS surpasses 400,000!"

"Four hundred and fifty thousand!"

"Five hundred thousand!"

The clerk's voice trembled, filled with an almost frenzied excitement.

"It's done!"

"We won..."

however.

The word "win" hadn't even been uttered yet.

Old Zhou's expression suddenly changed.

It turned deathly pale.

There wasn't a trace of blood in it.