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

September 12st, 11 AM.

Finance office of Weiguang Logistics, west of the city.

The air was filled with the smell of money and burnt rubber.

The banknote detector worked continuously for four hours, causing the drive belt to overheat and emit a mournful sound.

"Brother Che... no, President Lin."

Fatty Wang slumped onto the carpet, clutching a handful of professional banknote-bundling paper he'd gotten from the bank.

Empty Red Bull cans were piled up at my feet, like a rickety pyramid.

"I've never seen so much cash in my life. These drivers are usually stingy, but when it comes to delivering goods, each of them can pull tens of thousands of dollars out from under the seat."

"This is money to buy your life."

Lin Che sat in the boss's chair, not looking at the mountain of money on the ground.

His face turned deathly pale from the cold light of the computer screen.

The screen is a complex Excel spreadsheet.

The bolded +824% in the "Net Profit Growth Rate" column is particularly eye-catching.

But this is just appearance.

Lin Che's fingers flew across the keyboard, establishing a secret channel for the return of funds.

This money is too hot to handle.

If it were Zhao Sihai, this money would be his. But now it's Lin Che playing chess, and every penny flowing into his private account is a sword hanging over his head.

It must be cleared of wrongdoing.

"Fatty, wake up!"

Lin Che closed the spreadsheet, his voice as cold as the wind outside the window.

"Keep 400,000 for next month's operations. The rest will be transferred in three batches through underground channels into 'Weiguang Interactive's' corporate account."

Fatty Wang sat bolt upright: "Put it all in? That's hard-earned money..."

"That's for filling in the hole."

Lin Che pointed to the banknote detector with the blackened leather strap.

"Every penny of the two million yuan advance payment approved by the company must have a compliant destination. This money goes into the 'joint marketing revenue sharing' that 'Weiguang Logistics' returns to Alibaba."

Only by balancing the accounts so that the auditors can't find any fault can this golden goose truly belong to the Lin family.

Fatty Wang nodded as if he understood, his eyes revealing a clear sense of stupidity and blind worship.

"Mr. Lin, if we're returning all the money to the company, what's the point?"

"To avoid the problem from under the lamp."

Lin Che closed his notebook.

"This money is just pocket money. The real meat is yet to come."

January 13nd, 9:00 AM.

Binjiang Industrial Park, Guangmingding Conference Room.

The air was heavy, like a fishpond before a thunderstorm.

On the projection screen, the national logistics heat map was a deep red, a shocking sight.

That's the color of a margin call.

In the center of the conference table, a black Polycom octopus phone flashed a green light. Like a silent eye, it held the anger of the group's highest levels.

"Is this the answer sheet you've submitted?"

The group's COO, Lao Xiao, was holding a red laser pointer.

The light spot trembled wildly in the deep red area.

"The complaint rate has increased by 200% month-on-month, while the delivery success rate has decreased by 40%. Where are the logistics department staff? Have they gone silent?"

Several executives lowered their heads, and no one dared to speak.

The number of orders during Singles' Day exceeded expectations, and infrastructure couldn't keep up. It was both a natural disaster and a man-made one.

"Where is that?"

The laser pointer suddenly stopped.

The red dot is fixed in the lower left corner of the heat map, in a small area in western Hangzhou.

In the crimson sea, a vibrant green emerges.

"Why is the western part of Hangzhou clear when the entire city is paralyzed?"

Old Xiao raised his voice eight octaves, "And the data shows that the delivery time for this segment has improved by 15% compared to last year?"

The logistics director wiped his sweat and quickly flipped through the report.

"Mr. Xiao, this is a new local supplier we introduced this year, called 'Weiguang Logistics'."

The director glanced at Lin Che in the corner, his expression complex.

"They adopted a... well, radical digital distribution scheme. It's said that they completely overhauled the original franchise network and implemented some kind of SOP process."

"I don't want hearsay!"

Old Xiao slammed his fist on the table.

"What I want are results! Results that prove this plan is effective!"

His gaze swept across the entire room, sharp and piercing.

"Who found the supplier? Who was in charge of the project?"

The meeting room was deathly silent.

Two seconds later.

The sound of a chair being moved came from the corner.

Lin Che stood up.

I deliberately wore an orange T-shirt with Taobao mascot printed on it, and the name tag strap on my chest was worn out.

Reach out and straighten it.

"Mr. Xiao, it's me."

Lin Che's voice wasn't loud, but it was clear enough: "This is a pilot program for the 'Ground Promotion Logistics Support Plan.' I believe the traditional franchise system has reached a bottleneck, so we're trying to introduce partners with a more internet-savvy mindset."

Old Xiao looked at the young man.

The anger subsided, replaced by undisguised admiration.

"Okay. Very good."

Old Xiao nodded and drew a circle in the green area with a laser pointer.

"This is Alibaba's value system. While everyone else is making excuses, some people are finding solutions. When everyone else is paralyzed, some people are leading the charge."

Look at the Human Resources Director.

"Give this project an S rating. Include 'Micro Light Logistics' in next year's strategic partner list and focus on empowering it."

Sparse applause broke out.

It gradually became more intense.

All the executives looked at Lin Che. Their eyes held a mixture of jealousy, envy, and disdain for his "lucky break."

Lin Che bowed slightly, wearing a humble and polite smile.

no one knows.

Beneath that veneer of "strategic partner," the real boss is standing in the middle, receiving his salary and being honored.

This is called "the darkest place is under the lamp".

August 13th, 11:30 AM.

Xixi Industrial Park, Integrity and Compliance Department.

This is the coldest place in Ali; the air conditioning temperature is two degrees lower than elsewhere.

Li Mo sat in an office with only one chair, in front of a working paper shredder.

rustling.

The sound of waste paper being swallowed up was particularly jarring in the quiet room.

Holding a fountain pen, the nib hovering over the newly printed purchasing list.

A drop of rich blue ink.

It has yet to fall.

"Micro-Light Logistics..."

Li Mo muttered to himself.

As a seasoned hunter with twenty years of experience in the auditing industry, he has an innate aversion to "perfection".

The purchase order is perfect.

The 200 million yuan prepayment was approved flawlessly, the invoices were compliant, and even the "joint marketing profit sharing" payments were received incredibly quickly.

It's like someone taking the standard answer and copying it into the fill-in-the-blank questions.

That doesn't make sense.

How could a newly established small company possibly have such impressive data and such clear accounts during the Double Eleven shopping festival?

unless……

This company existed specifically to facilitate this audit.

Li Mo put down his pen.

I picked up the glass; it was empty of water, with only a few dried tea leaves at the bottom.

This kind of person will squeeze every last drop of water out of their tea.

"Check the business registration information."

In front of the computer, open the internal interface that only the compliance department has permission to access.

Legal person: Wang Defa.

Registered capital: 50 yuan.

Address: Wensan Road, Xihu District...

It seems like there's no problem.

Li Mo frowned even more deeply.

The biggest flaw is the utter mediocrity that is without any flaws.

Snapped.

I closed the folder and grabbed my car keys.

"I won't go to the cafeteria this afternoon."

He stood up and muttered to himself in the empty office, "Let's go to the west of the city. Let's see what kind of company this 'star enterprise' that Lao Xiao has been praising to the skies is really made of."

If you can't find it in the books, go to the site to look for it.

Every fox has a musky smell.

Five minutes later.

A black Volkswagen Passat drove out of the north gate of Xixi Park.

Li Mo lowered the car window and lit a cigarette.

In the rearview mirror, a young man in an orange T-shirt, holding a Starbucks, walked through the door with a beaming smile.

That's Lin Che.

Their gazes met briefly in the air through the dark car window tint.

Neither of them could see the other clearly.

But a cat-and-mouse game was about to begin.