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

That one millisecond of stillness.

It was like a heart that missed a beat.

In medicine, this is called premature beats.

In the battlefield of the internet, where half a million concurrent users occur every second, this is called a precursor to sudden death.

"Warning! Database master node write latency has spiked!"

"10 milliseconds... 50 milliseconds... 200 milliseconds!"

"500 milliseconds!"

The alarm sound is no longer a sporadic buzzing.

It stretched out in one continuous line, sharp as a chainsaw, cutting into everyone's nerves.

on the big screen.

The flow curve, which was originally steep but relatively smooth, suddenly showed violent sawtooth-like fluctuations.

That's a collapse.

Countless requests flooded the door, only to find it blocked.

The people behind pushed the people in front, and the people in front were squeezed against the door frame and couldn't move.

This is a deadlock.

"The connection pool is overloaded!"

The database expert was a middle-aged man in his forties, whose hair was now a mess from scratching.

He stared at the scrolling error logs on the screen, his eyes filled with despair as if he were looking at a death notice.

"Too many...too many requests!"

"The queue backlog has exceeded three million!"

"Lock wait timed out!"

"We are losing control of our data!"

................

The Weiguang Building, the command center.

The temperature seemed to rise ten degrees instantly.

All the server fans were roaring wildly, making a sound like a Boeing 747 that was about to take off but couldn't get off.

The air is boiling.

Old Zhou's fingers flew across the keyboard, trying to manually kill the deadlocked processes.

But it didn't work.

He killed one, and instantly ten thousand poured in.

This is a drop in the ocean.

"Boss, the client is starting to report errors."

The product director's hand was trembling as he held his phone.

On the screen, the festive red envelope interface suddenly displayed a cold, black dialog box.

[Network busy, payment failed, please try again later.]

This is not an isolated case.

On Weibo and WeChat Moments, complaints began to spread like wildfire.

"What's going on? Giving up at the crucial moment?"

"That trashy company, Weiguang, promised to give away 200 million, but they can't even send out a single red envelope!"

"Give me my money back! Give me back my Five Blessings!"

It takes a year to build trust.

The collapse can happen in just one second.

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On TV.

The Spring Festival Gala host was speaking in his signature high-pitched voice to over a billion viewers across China:

"Dear viewers! The first round of red envelope rain will begin in five minutes!"

"Grab your phones! Ready?"

This is the offensive of BAT (Baidu, Alibaba, Tencent).

But for the faint light at this moment, it is a death knell.

Once this surge of traffic triggered by the TV broadcast arrives, Weiguang's already collapsing database will be completely crushed into dust.

"There's no time."

Lin Che stood in front of the command platform.

His face was expressionless, except for his eyes, which were frighteningly bright.

"Old Zhou."

"Activate the 'Micro-Light Algorithm'".

Old Zhou's fingers froze in mid-air.

He turned around abruptly, his eyes filled with terror.

"Boss...that's the beta version!"

"That's AI adaptive traffic routing! It's still in the deep learning stage and hasn't been run in large-scale real-world scenarios at all!"

"If we let AI take over the core routing, what if it makes a mistake..."

Old Zhou's voice trembled, a fear of the unknown.

"What if Zhang San's money was given to Li Si? What if the accounts don't match up..."

"That's a financial crisis! We'll go to jail!"

Traditional load balancing follows rigid rules.

Although it's clumsy, it won't go wrong.

The "Micro-Light Algorithm" is a newly born artificial intelligence that is used to command this super battle involving 200 million yuan.

This is a high-stakes gamble.

It's gambling with your life and fortune.

Lin Che did not speak.

He stepped forward.

On the large screen, the red alarm light reflected on his face, outlining his features like a demon.

"The accounts are messed up, I can pay for it."

"The money was wrong, I can make up the difference."

"But if the system crashes, the glimmer of light will become history."

Lin Che reached out and grasped Lao Zhou's hand, which was trembling violently and hovering over the Enter key.

The warmth of the palm is transmitted to it.

That was an undeniable force.

"There is no such thing as a foolproof war in this world."

"according to."

Old Zhou looked into Lin Che's eyes.

In those dark eyes, he saw no hesitation whatsoever, only a frenzied calm.

That's the look in a gambler's eyes.

It was also the commander's gaze.

"Oh shit!"

Old Zhou gritted his teeth and swore.

"So be it, I'll just die!"

The two hands were overlapping.

He pressed it down hard.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound was particularly clear amidst the cacophony of alarms.

................

The world seemed to be reconstructed at that moment.

The image on the big screen changed.

The original chart, which only showed a simple traffic curve, has disappeared.

Instead, there is a huge, three-dimensional map of China.

The map is covered with countless red dots.

Each dot of light represents a payment request, a bombardment of data.

They are crowded together in the core nodes of Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen, like a tangled mess, tightly intertwined.

"The micro-light algorithm has been implemented."

"Intelligent takeover in progress..."

A cold, electronic synthesized sound rang out.

next second.

A miracle happened.

Those red dots of light seemed to come alive.

They no longer blindly rammed against those blocked doors.

They began to flow.

Like a flock of sheep being herded by sheepdogs, they began to spread outwards in an organized and disciplined manner.

"Analyzing all idle nodes across the network..."

"Edge node discovered: Weiguang Logistics Station in Hegang, Heilongjiang Province."

"Edge node discovered: Dali Distribution Center, Yunnan".

"Edge node discovered: Sichuan Liangshan transit warehouse."

The logistics servers that Lin Che had deployed across the country in the previous "physical plug-in" plan were instantly awakened by AI.

They are usually used for low-end computing power to process express tracking numbers.

But at the moment.

Under the scheduling of the "micro-light algorithm", they have become a huge, flexible network.

"Traffic flushing is in progress."

"Data splitting is in progress."

on the screen.

The tangled mess of red threads tightly bound together in the core computer room began to loosen.

Massive amounts of data are precisely segmented by AI and then instantly transmitted via fiber optic cables to edge nodes thousands of kilometers away.

The servers in Hegang began operating at full capacity.

The hard drive in Dali started reading and writing frantically.

The fans in Liangshan began to roar.

This is the charm of distributed computing.

This is Lin Che's deepest hidden trump card.

Since the main gate is blocked, I'll tear down the wall and turn all of China into my gate.

"Delayed descent!"

The database expert stared at the screen, then suddenly shouted, his voice trembling with tears.

"500 milliseconds... 300 milliseconds... 100 milliseconds!"

"50 milliseconds!"

"It's back to normal! Write latency is back to normal!"

The blocked blood vessels have been cleared.

The pressure cooker, which was about to explode, was opened simultaneously by hundreds of thousands of pressure relief valves.

................

Inside the command center.

No one cheered.

Everyone slumped in their chairs, watching the flowing light spots on the screen, which resembled works of art.

That's the work of AI.

It is ruthless, efficient, and devoid of emotion, yet it perfectly solves the chaos that humans cannot handle.

Old Zhou watched that scene and muttered to himself:

"This is... the micro-light algorithm?"

He felt he was witnessing the birth of a new era.

An era in which computing power is no longer a static entity, but flows like water.

Lin Che released his grip.

His palms were sweaty.

But he won his gamble.

"It's not over yet."

Lin Che turned around and looked at the monitor screen on the other side.

That's the competitor's surveillance.

Alipay.

Just then, the Spring Festival Gala host on TV shouted out, "Everyone, let's all 'whoosh'!"

At the same time.

Hundreds of millions of fingers are clicking frantically on the screen.

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Hangzhou, Ant Financial Command Center.

If the other side of the glimmer of light is purgatory.

That place is hell.

"It's crashed!"

"It's all collapsed!"

"Login interface tripped! Payment interface unresponsive!"

"Our data centers across the country are down!"

The glass of red wine in Zhao Hong's hand had long since been spilled on the ground.

His face was deathly pale, and he roared into the phone:

"Expand the capacity! Add more servers!"

"It can't be added!"

On the other end of the phone, the technical director's voice was filled with despair.

"The traffic is too high! Traditional architectures simply can't handle this kind of instantaneous, pulse-like attack!"

"We need to restart in ten minutes!"

ten minutes.

On New Year's Eve.

This is no different from a death sentence.

................

Weibo.

The trending topics list refreshed instantly.

The #WeiguangJingyeFu#, which was originally ranked first, has been pushed down.

A new topic, marked with a deep red "explosive" sign, surged to the top.

#Alipay crashed#

The comments section was filled with lamentations.

"What a piece of junk! It's been spinning for ages and all it did was spin for nothing!"

"I can't even log in!"

"WeChat Pay is so reliable! I just snagged an 8.8 yuan item on WeChat Pay, and it arrived instantly!"

"That's the difference! While the cards in the Microlight series are difficult to collect, the system is truly robust!"

Users are the most pragmatic.

When the Alipay page went blank, they switched back to the Weiguang APP without hesitation.

The traffic surged again.

This time.

The server in the dim light didn't even flinch.

The ghost called "Micro Light Algorithm" is greedily devouring this traffic falling from the sky, digesting, absorbing, and transforming it.

Lin Che looked at the screen.

Watching that curve surge again because of the competitor's collapse.

He smiled.

He took a new cigarette out of his pocket and lit it.

Take a deep breath.

Amidst the swirling smoke, his expression appeared somewhat dazed.

In a past life, Alipay crashed once tonight.

This lifetime.

Using algorithms from the future, he not only withstood the impact but also climbed to the throne by stepping over the corpses of his opponents.

"Old Zhou."

Lin Che exhaled a smoke ring and pointed at the blue light stream on the screen that represented the operation of AI.

"Did you see it clearly?"

That's not code.

"That's our nuclear weapon."