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

Nine o'clock in the morning.

Two Santana cars with the words "Administrative Law Enforcement" printed on them stopped at the factory gate on time.

Zhao Sihai's revenge came swiftly and precisely.

The car door opened, and six people got out.

Three from the fire brigade and three from the industry and commerce bureau.

They didn't bring a smiley face, only the seals and the ticket book.

"Someone reported that there are major fire hazards here, and that it is suspected of operating beyond its permitted scope."

The team leader, wearing white gloves, scanned the empty factory buildings.

"Routine check, please cooperate."

Fatty Wang stood to the side, his calves cramping.

In those early, chaotic times, no logistics warehouse could withstand such microscopic inspection.

A single improperly routed electrical wire or excessively high stack of goods can lead to a business suspension for half a month.

"Your guidance is welcome."

Lin Che walked out.

He was wearing the same dark suit he never wore and holding a blue folder in his hand.

No cigarettes were offered, and no red envelopes were given.

There is only a disturbing composure.

The inspector frowned and walked to the nearest fire hydrant.

He ran his fingers along the back of the fire extinguisher box and held it up to his eyes.

The white gloves remained pristine white, without a speck of dust.

"The hygiene is quite good."

The inspector scoffed, "But firefighters aren't sanitation workers. I'm looking at your fire extinguishers..."

"Dry powder fire extinguisher, 4 kg, production date September 2013."

Lin Che opened the folder and accurately reported the parameters.

He pointed to the fire extinguisher inspection card on the side of the box.

"Inspections are conducted twice a day, morning and evening. Today's log has already been signed by the morning shift team leader."

The inspector approached.

On the card, the black pen ink was not completely dry, accurate to the minute, and the signature was flamboyant.

Can't fault it.

The inspector, unconvinced, turned and headed towards the stairwell.

All I could see was emptiness.

And yellow and black warning tape pasted on the edge of each step.

It is applied at a perfect right angle, with a smooth surface, without a single bubble or wrinkle.

It's even more standardized than the bureau's standards.

Half an hour later.

A group of people stood at the gate, the ticket book was blank.

"Did General Lin come from the military?"

The team leader took off his gloves, his tone less arrogant and more puzzled.

This level of compliance management is rare even among foreign companies.

"In the logistics business, safety is the bottom line."

Lin Che handed over a bottle of mineral water.

"As long as I understand the law better than law enforcers and abide by the rules better than those who make them, no one can shut my door."

The inspection team has left.

To complete the task, I filled out a form for "Fire Safety Demonstration Unit".

........

The crisis is over.

But there was no victory.

When administrative measures failed, Zhao Sihai resorted to his trump card: a commercial blockade.

As the general agent for the Tongda logistics company, he declared to the entire city: anyone who dares to supply goods to "Weiguang Logistics" is going against him.

3 PM.

The distribution center was eerily quiet.

The black rubber conveyor belt, which was recently purchased at great expense, is now running idle.

It emitted a monotonous, dull friction sound, "shush-shush-shush," like a merciless mockery.

No package.

There is no convoy.

Every second the machine idles, it burns electricity bills, which is Lin Che's cash flow.

Fatty Wang squatted in the corner, holding a calculator in his hand.

The calculator screen displays today's loss: -25,000.

"Brother Che, this can't go on like this."

Fatty Wang stared at the glaring negative number.

"The money in the account can only last for twenty days at most."

In the shadows of the shelf.

A few idle dockworkers were playing cards there.

The playing cards slammed onto the cardboard box with a crisp, cracking sound.

Amidst the swirling smoke, someone complained, "Is the boss stupid? Running the machines when there's no stock? Are they just wasting money?"

Lin Che stood by the railing on the second floor.

The current quiet is an illusion.

Singles' Day is like a tsunami. Before a tsunami hits, the tide always recedes.

What he was waiting for was the moment when the wave crashed down.

........

"beep--!"

A sharp whistle rang out.

Lin Che stood beside the conveyor belt, holding a metal stopwatch in his hand.

"Stop fighting. Gather together."

The workers tossed aside their playing cards, slowly gathered together, and wore lazy expressions.

"If we don't have freight, we'll ship this."

Lin Che pointed to the pile of rough woven bags next to him.

It was filled with yellow sand.

The weights are marked as: 5 kg, 10 kg, 30 kg.

"Listen up, everyone."

"Treat sandbags as fragile items."

"Scan the barcode, sort, and load the goods. Be quick and use the correct techniques."

The workers looked at each other in bewilderment.

Someone laughed: "Mr. Lin, this sandbag isn't a package; it won't break if you drop it."

"Treat it like an antique."

Lin Che's voice was as cold as ice.

"Whoever falls, lose two hundred."

The exercise begins.

A game for madmen.

The red laser scanner beam hit the woven bag, emitting a monotonous "beep beep" sound.

There is no logistics information, only a simulated buzzer.

"stop!"

Lin Che pressed the stopwatch, producing a crisp mechanical sound.

"You were 0.5 seconds too slow turning around. Let's try again."

"The arc of throwing the bag is wrong, try again."

Sweat soaked through his work clothes.

The rough surface of the woven bag made my palms ache.

This isn't work, it's torture.

Extremely tedious and physically demanding repetitive labor.

Some people couldn't take it anymore, threw their hats down, and yelled, "I quit! Are you crazy? You're treating people like donkeys when you have no goods to sell!"

Lin Che remained expressionless.

"Go to the finance department to settle your salary, then leave."

People are unreliable.

Only by training people to be like machines, to develop muscle memory, can they avoid collapsing under high pressure.

Boredom is the best filter.

Only the qualified parts remain.

late at night.

Everyone was asleep.

Lin Che sat alone in his office, with only the computer screen emitting a faint blue light.

That was a blue fluorescent screen.

What's shown above isn't an empty warehouse, but rather the pre-sale data from Tmall's Double Eleven backend.

Zhao Sihai was still staring at the roadblocks on the ground, trying to block the intersection.

Lin Che was looking down at the cloud map.

The data curve resembles a rocket taking off vertically.

That was an impending storm of consumerism.

Lin Che opened an Excel spreadsheet.

The densely packed shop IDs were highlighted in a striking red.

These are all "merchants destined for bankruptcy" calculated based on past life memories and data.

Their pre-orders have exceeded ten times, or even a hundred times, their daily shipping capacity.

Zhao Sihai thought that blocking the surrounding outlets would starve Weiguang Logistics.

But he didn't know that the flood came from the sky.

As long as Lin Che has this list, he can take orders from whomever he wants on Singles' Day.

On the table, a cup of coffee, made late at night, had long since gone cold.

The surface of the liquid is calm, but beneath this calm lies a wealth about to boil.

Lin Che closed his laptop.

At this moment, he was no longer the prey being hunted, but the patient hunter.

He picked up the phone and dialed Fatty Wang's number.

"Fatty, wake up!"

"I'll go see the owner of this women's clothing store tomorrow."

Lin Che looked at the first name on the list; the pre-sale amount had already exceeded ten million.

"Tell him that we can cover any undelivered goods from the major express delivery companies that can't be shipped on Singles' Day."