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

December 11th, 10:00 AM.

The moment the door of the blue and white law enforcement vehicle opened, the West City Logistics Park fell into a deathly silence.

Zhao Sihai's hand, which was raised in mid-air, froze.

He originally intended to direct the forklift to stack two more layers, but now his gesture looks like he's surrendering.

The middle-aged man leading the group ignored him and walked straight to the power distribution room.

"Pull the switch."

The command is brief and leaves no room for negotiation.

Two power company workers wearing heavy protective suits stepped forward and used pliers to jam the main switch.

Click.

A sickening metallic clang rang out.

The deafening roar of the machines, which had been going on all night and made people's hearts tremble, vanished instantly.

The inertia has not subsided.

The high-speed conveyor belt suddenly stopped, emitting a piercing screeching sound.

The excessively stacked goods lost their balance and collapsed from the top of the conveyor belt.

boom! boom! boom!

Dozens of heavy packages crashed onto the concrete ground.

The goods were damaged for several thousand yuan. Nobody cared about the loss.

"It's a misunderstanding, boss! It's all a misunderstanding!"

Zhao Sihai realized what was happening.

He jogged over, forcing a humble yet greasy smile onto his face.

The hand that was just cursing into the walkie-talkie was now trembling as it pulled a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes from its pocket.

I was in such a hurry that I crushed the cigarette pack.

He tried to pull one out and hand it to the middle-aged man in the lead.

My fingers were too slippery, and the cigarette fell to the ground, rolling into the dusty shoe print.

Unlit cigarettes were soaking in muddy water.

"Zhao Sihai?"

The leader didn't look at the cigarette on the ground; he was holding a printed list in his hand.

"Yes, it's me! I'm Lao Zhao. I ate with Captain Liu before..."

"Someone has filed a formal complaint alleging that there are major fire hazards, including illegally installed electrical wires and blocked escape routes."

The leader interrupted the attempt to build rapport and pointed behind him.

"In accordance with the Fire Protection Law and the special equipment safety regulations during the Double Eleven period, the power was cut off and the equipment was sealed off in accordance with the law."

Two staff members took out a seal.

Swipe!

The sound of glue being applied was clear and piercing.

A white seal with black lettering was affixed to the newly switched-off electrical box.

The date is today.

In Zhao Sihai's eyes, it was a death notice.

"No, boss! Today's Singles' Day!"

Zhao Sihai's voice changed, and it sounded like he was crying.

"This power outage has left tens of thousands of items stuck in my hands! This is going to kill me!"

"You knew it was Singles' Day?"

The leader coldly swept his gaze over the blocked fire escape.

"If a fire breaks out on a day like this, it will result in mass casualties. At that time, it won't be your life, it will be ours."

There was no room for leniency.

At this critical political juncture, security takes precedence over everything else.

Zhao Sihai's once-proud network of connections crumbled before the red line.

Ten minutes later.

A document bearing the bright red seal of the Safety Supervision Bureau was slapped onto the grease-stained desk.

Order to rectify within a specified period.

The large red characters stung Zhao Sihai's eyes in the sunlight.

"Sign here."

The law enforcement officer handed him a pen.

Zhao Sihai's hand holding the pen trembled, and the pen tip poked a dot of ink on the paper.

"Boss, the deadline... how long is the deadline?"

He looked up, his bloodshot eyes filled with pleading.

"Can the lockdown be lifted tonight? I'll have people move out right now! Clear the passageways!"

"The application has been cleaned up and accepted."

The other party put away the folder, proceeding in a businesslike manner.

"Work will resume only after the inspection and acceptance are passed."

"How many days will the inspection take?"

"We're conducting on-site checks for Singles' Day, and we're short-staffed. Apply first, and we'll notify you when the process is complete."

Zhao Sihai swayed and fell into the dilapidated swivel chair.

Process.

The strongest wall within the system.

By the time the process is complete, Double Twelve will be over.

If the goods are stuck in your hands for even a day, you'll incur tens of thousands of yuan in penalties for breach of contract.

If a post cannot be published for three days, the platform will intervene, impose a fine, and deduct the deposit.

If it can't be sent out within a week...

The wave of order cancellations caused by the logistics paralysis could devour him completely, leaving not a trace.

Beep—! Beep—!

Outside the warehouse, truck drivers queuing to unload their goods began to get restless.

Someone jumped out of the car, grabbed the delivery slip, and rushed into the yard.

"Old Zhao! Why did you stop?"

"My goods need to catch the main line tonight! Who's going to pay for the fuel?"

"Refund! I'm not removing it! I want it taken away!"

The impatient honking of the drivers echoed incessantly over the empty, desolate warehouse.

Zhao Sihai sat in the chair, listening to the shouting and cursing outside.

Sweat streamed down his graying hair, seeping into his collar, where it felt icy cold.

It’s over.

On the most celebratory day in the entire Chinese logistics industry, he was kicked out.

They lost to that little bit of cleverness in trying to save money and take shortcuts.

"Stop arguing..."

Zhao Sihai opened his mouth, but his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't even hear it himself.

Weiguang Logistics, second floor.

The floor-to-ceiling windows shut out the noise, leaving only the faint sound of the air conditioner vents.

Lin Che stood by the window, watching the farce unfolding across the street.

His expression was expressionless, like watching a silent play that had been rehearsed in advance.

"Brother Che, it's blocked..."

Fatty Wang stood to the side, swallowed hard, and spoke with a voice filled with the excitement of seeing blood.

"It's really sealed off! Even the power switch is sealed off!"

"This is nothing."

Lin Che turned around and went back to his desk.

There was a black calculator on the table.

He reached out and pressed the "AC" button.

The screen is reset to zero.

0.

"Currently, Zhao Sihai's production capacity has dropped to zero. But the demand remains, as do the goods he has and the drivers waiting in line outside."

Lin Che picked up the walkie-talkie and pressed the call button.

The voice was steady and resonant, traveling through radio waves to every corner of Weiguang Logistics.

"Attention, all groups."

"Open all the gates at the main entrance."

"Turn on the exterior lighting system."

"Running at full power."

Three seconds later.

At the same time, the roller shutters of Weiguang Logistics’ six closed unloading ports were raised.

The automated sorting line, ready to go, is preheating, emitting a deep, powerful hum.

roof.

A huge, specially installed LED sign suddenly lit up.

"Micro Light Logistics".

In the hazy morning air, four blue and white illuminated characters shone brightly.

The bright light shone on the lifeless Sutong Express warehouse across the street, almost an insult.

On one side are ruins with power outages, sealed off, and littered with debris.

On one side is the only passageway, brightly lit and empty.

The voices of the drivers who were besieging Zhao Sihai gradually subsided.

They turned their heads and looked at the open doorway.

That was the way out.

Even though I had previously mocked this "data-driven" company for not understanding logistics.

At this moment, whoever can get them to ship the goods is the boss.

The longing look in the eyes of the driver from the opposite direction felt like burning fire, even from dozens of meters away.

Lin Che put down the walkie-talkie and sat back down at the tea table.

No need to solicit customers.

Capital's instinct is to pursue profit and to avoid risk.

Water flows downhill, and goods travel where they are transported.

This is a law of physics, and also an ironclad rule of business.

"Prepare the contract."

Lin Che poured himself a cup of tea; the tea liquor was golden and clear.

"When Mr. Zhao comes over later, remember to pour him a glass of water. After all, he's an investor, so we should be polite."

Fatty Wang was taken aback: "He'll come?"

Lin Che picked up his teacup, his gaze passing through the floor-to-ceiling window.

Zhao Sihai walked out of the warehouse door, looking utterly dejected.

Standing before that white seal with black lettering, holding a phone that could no longer be dialed, I turned back in despair.

My gaze was drawn to the brightly lit sign across the street.

Lin Che gently blew away the foam.

He had no choice.