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

00:01:30.

The red countdown ticked silently, like a scalpel cutting through solidified air.

Zhao Sihai's knuckles turned white as he gripped the pen.

He looked up, his eyes trembling slightly, as if making a final struggle.

"President Lin, we're all in the same industry. Isn't this 70/30 split a bit too harsh? Leave me a little something, and I, Zhao Sihai, will remember your kindness on this street from now on."

Jianghu slang.

First they talk about friendship, then about saving face, and finally they make empty promises.

Lin Che didn't speak.

Reach out, tap your neatly trimmed nails lightly twice on the table, and push the blue folder over.

It didn't close.

Page 1: "Notification of Litigation Regarding Major Breach of Contract and Commercial Fraud at Chengxi Express Service Outlet".

There's a blurry photo underneath.

A few months ago, a surveillance screenshot showed Zhao Sihai instructing Razer to cause trouble.

At that time, Zhao Sihai was a hunter.

Now it's the prey.

"One minute left."

Lin Che's voice was steady.

"Once this minute is up, immediately notify the legal department to proceed with the procedures. You can take a gamble: will you spend more time in jail, or will millions of dollars in debt crush you?"

Zhao Sihai's Adam's apple bobbed violently.

In that instant, the banditry he had cultivated for decades vanished like a punctured balloon.

Lower your head.

The pen tip touched the paper, making a soft, scratching sound.

signature.

He took out a polished, gleaming bronze seal.

Open the inkpad box.

The bright red inkpad was as sticky as blood.

Snapped.

My hands were shaking so badly that the official seal slipped.

The neat mark dragged out an ugly tail, crookedly riding on the signature.

Zhao Sihai let out a long breath, as if his spine had been removed, and slumped into the chair.

"It's covered."

He pushed the contract towards him, his voice hoarse, "President Lin, please be lenient."

Lin Che did not answer.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze lingering on the crooked mark for two seconds.

If the details are not corrected, the other party will subconsciously feel that they are "enduring humiliation," and will definitely retaliate if given the chance.

To establish absolute control, all psychological defenses must be broken down at this moment.

Hiss.

Lin Che pulled out the last page of the new contract and gently put it down.

"Re-cover".

Only two words.

Zhao Sihai suddenly looked up, his facial muscles twitching: "Lin Che, don't go too far! The papers are already signed..."

"Legal documents must be rigorous."

Lin Che pointed to the signature board, as politely as if he were instructing an intern.

"If it's crooked, it's just waste paper. Waste paper has no legal effect. Mr. Zhao, we need to be more professional."

The air conditioner vents were making a whooshing sound.

Zhao Sihai stared intently at that young yet excessively cold face.

I understand.

This is not rigorous.

This is domestication.

The wolf king performs a ritual of forcing its prey to expose its belly before tearing its throat apart.

Five seconds later.

With trembling hands, Zhao Sihai took the official seal again.

I pressed hard into the inkpad, gripped the handle with both hands, held my breath, and carefully aimed it at the blank square.

thump.

A muffled thud.

This time, the red seal was perfectly straight, without the slightest error.

"very good."

Lin Che didn't even glance at it before handing it directly to Fatty Wang next to him.

"Archive. Notify the operations team to open the floodgates."

July 11nd, 11:40 AM.

West City Avenue.

The four-lane road connecting the two sides of the park has been transformed into a huge digestive tract.

At the command, the porters pushed their flatbed carts like tireless worker ants, rushing across the solid yellow line that marked the boundary between Chu and Han.

This was a delicate operation.

Or, to put it another way, mechanized eating.

Zhao Sihai stood under a camphor tree by the roadside, a cigarette dangling from his lips, staring blankly at the scene.

The dead warehouse across the way had its doors wide open.

The mountain of packages was being rapidly dissolved at an incomprehensible speed.

The people at Weiguang Logistics didn't yell or shout.

Each person held a black PDA barcode scanner.

drop!drop!drop!

The dense sounds of scanning codes blended together, and the flashing red lights in the dim warehouse resembled a pack of hungry beasts blinking.

Each "beep" signifies the completion of the transfer of ownership of the goods.

The mud-splattered cart wheels rolled over the asphalt cracks, making a dull, grinding sound.

Truckloads of goods are pulled into the Weiguang Logistics unloading area and sent to the fully operational automated sorting line.

The black belt buckles on the conveyor belt gripped the rollers tightly, emitting a rhythmic hum.

That was the sound of chewing.

Zhao Sihai's proud inventory of tens of thousands of orders is being swallowed up by the steel behemoth at a rate of three thousand orders per hour, and transformed into data in Lin Che's account.

Dimensionality reduction strike.

Zhao Sihai thought he was in the logistics business.

Looking at those SOP processes, which are as precise as a meat slicer, I finally understood.

He works as a porter.

Lin Che's work involves data physicalization and migration.

A cold wind blew by.

Zhao Sihai shivered.

Looking down at my hands, I saw that the hand that had just stamped the document was now trembling slightly, uncontrollably.

He knew that it wasn't just the goods that were being swallowed up.

And he still has the last bit of say in this territory in the west of the city.

November 11, 12:10 PM.

Weiguang Logistics, window of the finance office on the first floor.

"Mr. Zhao, that's a total of 53,200 yuan. This is the service fee for the first batch of goods."

Fatty Wang sat behind the bulletproof glass, a professional smile on his face.

"As instructed by General Manager Lin, the banking system is busy, and to ensure timely delivery, cash settlement is required. No credit will be offered."

Zhao Sihai stood outside the window.

His back was hunched, making him look ten years older than his actual age.

There was no rebuttal, no bargaining.

The goods have already been delivered; if they are not shipped out, the penalty for breach of contract will be ten times higher than the service fee.

He turned around and walked towards the Jinbei van parked by the roadside.

With great effort, he pulled the black briefcase out from under the back seat.

The funds were originally intended for "managing relationships".

Now, it's become money to buy life.

Click.

The box was opened.

Bundles of pink 100-yuan bills, tied with white paper ribbons, were neatly stacked inside.

Like primary school students paying tuition, bundles of paper were passed into the semi-circular window.

sizzle-

The axle of the banknote detector was spinning rapidly.

The red numbers on the display screen jumped wildly, emitting a thrilling, screeching sound.

Fatty Wang skillfully picked up the scissors.

Click.

The pink cable ties were cut and scattered on the table like a pile of worthless scraps of paper.

Second floor, in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Lin Che held his thermos cup and calmly looked down.

I could just see Zhao Sihai's balding head and his humble, bowing posture, which I could feel even through the glass.

Cash is king.

When cash flow is extremely tight, whoever has cash is king.

By exploiting Zhao Sihai, they not only obtained massive amounts of order data, but also directly intercepted the most valuable cash flow.

A true closed-loop business model.

Use your competitors' money to support your own team, ship your own goods, and expect your competitors to be grateful.

hum-

The phone on the tea table vibrated.

Lin Che looked away and picked up his phone.

An unfamiliar number, registered in Hangzhou, and from an unusual number range.

This point in time.

Zhao Sihai is finished, and the grassroots outlets have been swallowed up.

Only two types of people can break in.

Either the bigwigs at the Tongda Group headquarters realized what was happening.

Or...

Lin Che hovered his thumb above the hang-up button, but did not answer the call.

Looking down at the bustling traffic below and Zhao Sihai counting his money, his eyes were deep and unfathomable.

"I'm full."

Press the hang-up button, and the phone will flip face down onto the table.

"It's time to digest this."