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

Chapter 141 Midnight!

23:59:30.

The concept of time is stretched infinitely here.

Command center on the top floor of the Weiguang Building.

Several hundred people were standing.

Nobody can sit still.

They were like a group of prisoners awaiting sentencing, or a group of suicide soldiers about to charge into battle.

The air froze.

Even the normally noisy cooling fans seemed to be wisely keeping their noise levels down.

All that could be heard was the sound of the heart pounding against the chest.

thump.

That was the frequency of hundreds of hearts resonating, so heavy it made my eardrums ache.

Lin Che stood in front of the huge command screen.

He had his hands in his pockets, his back ramrod straight, like a javelin nailed to the ground.

His gaze was fixed on the string of red countdown numbers.

Thirty seconds left.

It's a big gamble.

The stakes are 200 million yuan in real money; it represents the future of Weiguang Group and the last ticket to enter the landscape of China's internet payment system.

"Report on the status of each department."

Old Zhou's voice was hoarse, and every word sounded like it had been ground out on sandpaper.

"Database connection pool, healthy."

"Micro-Light Cloud edge node, ready."

"AI computing power scheduling is operating at full capacity."

"Fund pool gateway locked."

The answer was concise and powerful.

No unnecessary words.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the moment that would decide their fate.

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

At this moment.

China.

Across 9.6 million square kilometers of land, hundreds of millions of glowing screens illuminate excited faces.

In a courtyard house in Beijing.

In the alleyways of Shanghai.

In the urban villages of Shenzhen.

In a heated room in Hegang.

Whether it's elderly people in their pajamas, white-collar professionals who have just finished their New Year's Eve dinner, or college students hiding under the covers.

Everyone's movements were remarkably synchronized.

Bow down.

Thumb suspended in the air.

I stared intently at the red "Lottery Results" button on the Weiguang APP.

It was a red vortex.

It devoured people's attention, devoured the Spring Festival Gala skits, and devoured the New Year's bells.

"ten!"

On the television, the Spring Festival Gala hosts began their excited countdown.

"Nine!"

Outside the window, sporadic firecrackers began to explode.

"eight!"

Lin Che's palms were sweaty.

But he didn't wipe it.

He just stared at the screen quietly, his eyes as deep as a black hole.

"seven!"

"six!"

Old Zhou's fingers gripped the corner of the table so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"five!"

"Four!"

"three!"

At that moment, it was as if the whole world had fallen silent.

Only that red number was changing.

"two!"

"one!"

"zero!"

The bell rang.

The old year has passed.

A new year has begun.

In that very instant.

boom!

A dazzling burst of light erupted from the large screen in the light control center.

Those weren't fireworks.

That's data.

That was a massive surge of traffic generated by 200 million users clicking their screens in the same second.

It is no longer a red alarm line.

It is green.

It is a healthy, massive, inverted galaxy of data cascading down from the top of the screen.

slam-la-

It was as if you could hear the sound of gold coins hitting the ground.

That's 200 million RMB, which in that one second was broken down into countless red envelopes of a few yuan, tens of yuan, and hundreds of yuan, and frantically scattered across the world through the newly reconstructed intelligent network of Weiguang.

"QPS...one million!"

"Two million!"

"Three million!"

The announcer's voice had changed, becoming shrill like a rooster being strangled.

This is an unprecedented level of concurrency in the history of the Internet.

This is a digital nuclear bomb powerful enough to destroy any traditional banking system.

but.

The screen is not black.

The curve did not break.

The ghost known as the "Micro-Light Algorithm" is frantically devouring this destructive power.

It looks like a thousand-armed Guanyin.

This torrent, which would have otherwise breached the dam, was precisely diverted to idle servers in Hegang, to warehouses in Dali, and to every node of Weiguang Logistics across China.

The hard drives that are usually used to record tracking numbers are now getting hot due to high-speed read and write operations.

Those CPUs hiding in the corner of the warehouse are roaring with the power of full-load computing.

They are burning.

For this moment of glory.

"We held on..."

Old Zhou stared at the green curve on the screen, which, despite its violent fluctuations, had never reached its bottom.

His tears streamed down his face.

It wasn't just him.

The entire command center.

Hundreds of grown men went crazy at that moment.

"ah!!!"

Someone let out a beast-like roar.

Someone slammed the keyboard onto the ground.

Some people broke down in tears.

Some people hugged each other so tightly they almost broke each other's ribs.

We held on.

In this desperate situation of being besieged by BAT (Baidu, Alibaba, Tencent), blocked across the entire internet, attacked by hackers, and experiencing a traffic avalanche.

They used a group of delivery servers.

Use an AI that is still in the testing phase.

They withstood the thunderous blow of three million concurrent users.

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Hegang, Heilongjiang.

Aunt Zhang was wearing her reading glasses, staring intently at the old-fashioned mobile phone she had polished until it shone.

The screen is spinning in circles.

The spinning circle made her uneasy.

"Oh dear, is it broken?"

She muttered to herself.

Sudden.

My phone vibrated.

The circles on the screen disappeared.

A golden firework exploded.

Congratulations! You've collected all five blessings and received a big New Year's red envelope!

Amount: 268.00 yuan

"Oh my god!"

Aunt Zhang screamed, startling her husband, who was eating sunflower seeds, so much that he almost rolled off the sofa.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"Old man! Look! Look!"

Aunt Zhang shoved her phone into her husband's face, laughing so hard her dentures almost fell out.

"Two hundred and sixty-eight!"

"He really paid! That rice delivery guy, Li, didn't lie to me!"

"This boss of Weiguang is a living saint!"

More than two hundred yuan.

In her mind, this was the cost of half a ton of coal, or a month's worth of groceries.

On this snowy New Year's Eve.

This genuine surprise is a million times warmer than those empty blessings from the Spring Festival Gala.

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Guangzhou, University Town.

Boys' dormitory.

Holy crap!!!

A blood-curdling scream shattered the tranquility of the night.

Immediately following was a roar of ecstatic joy.

"I won! I won too!"

A boy wearing shorts jumped down from the top bunk and ran around the dormitory naked like a madman, holding up his phone.

"Two hundred and eighty!"

"I've got my internet fee covered for this semester!"

The other people in the dormitory also took out their phones.

"Damn, I only have eighteen yuan? Why should I?"

"Be content. Old Wang next door didn't collect all the 'Respectful Fu' cards, and he's crying on his balcony right now."

"Hahaha, let those idiots who use Alipay cry! I heard Alipay crashed for half an hour just now, what a waste!"

The boy who won 288 waved his hand with great pride.

"Guys! Get dressed!"

"Let's go to the barbecue stalls near the school gate!"

"Tonight, Young Master Weiguang is paying the bill!"

This is youth.

This is communication.

On this night, the Weiguang APP became a totem for this group of young people to celebrate.

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Weibo.

The trending topics list has been completely overrun.

#200 Million Yuan Received by Weiguang#

#The Dedication Blessing is Real#

#ThisAtmosphereWithShallowLight#

These topics were all followed by the word "Explosive" in dark red.

Of course, there were also cries of anguish.

"I hate it! Why didn't I ask for that 'Dedication Fu' card?!"

"I sold my 'Respectful Fortune' lottery ticket for 500 yuan on Xianyu (a second-hand marketplace app). I thought I made a profit, but when I checked the results... oh, I think I still made a profit."

"Get out of here, you upstairs!"

Countless photos posted online.

Countless jokes.

With this high-stakes gamble, Weiguang witnessed its own coronation.

It stepped over the blockade of BAT (Baidu, Alibaba, Tencent) and over the corpse of Alipay's collapse to ascend the throne of "national-level application".

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Weiguang Building.

The cheers gradually subsided.

Everyone is very tired.

That was extreme fatigue after the adrenaline receded.

But everyone wore that silly grin that comes with victory.

Shen Nan slumped to the ground, leaning against the server rack, still clutching the soaked contingency plan in his hand.

He looked at Lin Che.

The man remained standing in front of the large screen, his back to the camera exuding an air of aloofness.

"Boss."

Shen Nan's voice was choked with emotion.

"We...won."

Lin Che did not turn around.

He stared at the number that had finally settled on the screen.

Total number of users with linked bank cards: 2.1 million.

Daily active users (DAU): 1.8 million.

This number.

It has surpassed Taobao.

It's getting closer to WeChat.

Overnight.

Weiguang is no longer just an e-commerce platform, nor is it just a food delivery tool.

It has become the third major player after Alibaba and Tencent.

A behemoth with an independent payment system, massive offline fulfillment capabilities, and hundreds of millions of social media followers.

"win?"

Lin Che took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

The flames flickered.

It illuminated his cold, handsome profile.

He took a deep breath, the pungent smoke swirling in his lungs, carrying away all his fatigue.

"This is just an admission ticket."

He exhaled a smoke ring and watched the swirling smoke dissipate in the air conditioning.

"That 500 million was well spent."

Five hundred million.

Two hundred million in cash bonuses, plus three hundred million in server, ground promotion, and Google Ads costs.

This resulted in 200 million users who linked their bank cards.

Customer acquisition cost is 2.5 yuan.

This is practically free money.

Lin Che's gaze swept over a monitoring window in the corner of the screen.

That's for monitoring the flow of funds.

A strange red line suddenly flashed across the originally green data stream.

soon.

It was so fast that it was almost dizzying.

"Um?"

Lin Che narrowed his eyes.

He stepped forward, tapped a few times on the keyboard, and brought up the data log from that last second.

That was a large sum of money flowing through the market.

The amount is very large.

Moreover, the path is extremely strange.

It utilized the high-concurrency payment interface that Weiguang had just opened to distribute a sum of tens of millions of yuan into countless small red envelopes, which were then aggregated into a virtual account overseas through tens of thousands of "zombie accounts" in just a few seconds.

Money laundering.

Moreover, it involves highly intelligent money laundering that exploits system vulnerabilities.

"interesting."

Lin Che looked at the IP address that was ultimately sent to.

It shows the Cayman Islands.

But he knew it was fake.

Under the cover of this joyous rain of red envelopes, someone actually dared to pull this stunt right under his nose.

Is it a coincidence?

Or is it a test?

Lin Che tapped his fingertips lightly on the table.

"Old Zhou."

He shouted.