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

November 13, 2:10 PM.

The air in the Weiguang Logistics Hall still carried the somber feeling left by Li Mo's departure.

A black Audi A6 was parked across the entrance, its engine still running. The engine was idling with a low, rumbling sound, like a beast snoring.

The car door opened.

It wasn't a deliveryman who got off, but three middle-aged men in dark suits.

His tie was perfectly tied, his leather shoes were gleaming, but he stood out awkwardly in the dusty cardboard box distribution center.

The leader, a balding middle-aged man, carried a genuine leather briefcase and had a scrutinizing look in his eyes.

Without looking at the assembly line, he walked straight up to Fatty Wang.

There was no small talk.

The document was slammed heavily onto the greasy desk.

boom.

Dust flew everywhere.

"I am Manager Zhang from the East China Channel Department of YTO Express."

The middle-aged man pointed at the document, his tone as hard as a rock.

"According to headquarters' inspection, the Chengxi branch is suspected of transferring its operating rights without authorization, which is a serious violation of the franchise agreement. This is the 'Notice of Termination of Branch Operating Rights'."

Wang Pangzi had barely caught his breath when sweat instantly beaded on his forehead.

He instinctively offered her a cigarette, but the legal representative next to him refused.

The young legal professional twirled a Montblanc pen in his hand.

The black resin pen tip fluttered, exuding a nonchalant arrogance.

"Mr. Wang, there's no need to try to get close to me."

The legal representative adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses.

"According to Article 14 of the contract, the headquarters has the right to unilaterally terminate the contract, reclaim the operating rights of the outlets, and pursue legal action against any illegal operations. Furthermore…"

He paused for a moment, then lightly touched the red mark on the document with the tip of his Montblanc pen.

A bright red sign reads "Termination of Cooperation".

"In half an hour, the headquarters' technical department will cut off all system interfaces. You won't be able to scan a single one of these tens of thousands of items into the system or send them out."

Fatty Wang's heart skipped a beat.

The "country bumpkin" acting from before has failed.

Li Mo checked the accounts and presented evidence. This group of people were fighting over territory and talking about contracts.

With Zhao Sihai gone, headquarters, like sharks smelling blood, wanted to take back the directly operated stores.

With the interface severed, Weiguang Logistics instantly became a dead end.

Wang Pangzi's forehead was covered in oily sweat, which trickled down his cheeks and into his neck, making him unbearably itchy.

He reached into his pocket and pressed the volume button during the call.

November 13, 2:20 PM.

Lin Che's voice came through the headphones.

He was as calm as if he were reading an instruction manual.

"Don't panic. Since they like rules, let's crush them with even bigger rules."

"Fatty, light your cigarette. Sit down. Point out that trash can to them."

Fatty Wang took a deep breath.

Without wiping away his sweat, he pulled out the flattened pack of Double Happiness cigarettes.

Snapped.

Flames shot up.

I took a deep breath, and the pungent taste of cheap tobacco filled my mouth, giving my legs a bit of strength.

He plopped down in the shabby boss's chair, crossed his legs, and placed his muddy shoes on the edge of the table.

"Take back the outlets?"

Fatty Wang blew out a smoke ring, which landed on Manager Zhang's face.

Manager Zhang frowned and stepped back, waving his hand in disgust.

"Okay."

Fatty Wang pointed to the pile of goods at the door.

"We can cut the interface as we like. But let's be clear from the start, these tens of thousands of items are not just for express delivery."

"What do you mean?" Manager Zhang asked coldly.

"These are key supplies for Alibaba Group's 'Double Eleven Logistics Guarantee Plan.' They were personally selected by President Xiao."

Fatty Wang slowly took out the crumpled paper.

The tea was deliberately spilled on the "Operation Agreement," which was as worthless as a piece of waste paper.

I didn't hand it over; I just tossed it on the table.

"Didn't you see the dust at the door when you came in?"

Fatty Wang pointed to the blue plastic trash can in the corner.

The lid wasn't on.

A crumpled poster peeks out from among the scraps of paper and Red Bull cans.

Despite the wrinkles, half of the orange "Alibaba" logo is still clearly visible.

"Just half an hour ago, Li Mo from Alibaba's Integrity and Compliance Department sat in this seat."

Fatty Wang flicked his cigarette ash, his tone arrogant and swaggering.

"He came to inspect the support work. Before leaving, he said that Weiguang Logistics was a hero of Double Eleven, and anyone who dared to drop the ball at this critical moment would be tarnishing Alibaba's battle report."

The Montblanc pen stopped.

Manager Zhang's imposing manner instantly cracked.

Li Mo.

Everyone in the industry knows this name. A ruthless strategist within Alibaba.

I was just here, which means this lousy company really has an antenna.

"By cutting off the interface now, you are slapping Alibaba in the face."

Fatty Wang stood up, exuding the air of a nouveau riche bandit.

"The Double Eleven data is still running, and the complaint rate is still at the red line. Do you dare to provoke Alibaba over a single branch?"

He picked up the landline phone and handed it to Manager Zhang.

"Okay, fine. I'm calling your tech department now. But let me make this clear upfront: if Alibaba holds you accountable for internal strife causing the logistics paralysis..."

Fatty Wang grinned, revealing a mouthful of smoky, yellow teeth.

"Can you handle this kind of trouble?"

November 13, 2:40 PM.

The office was deathly silent.

Only the way Manager Zhang adjusted his glasses revealed his panic.

I thought it was just a makeshift operation, but it turns out there's a behemoth behind it all.

Li Mo came to check the accounts.

But in Manager Zhang's eyes, they were there to "endorse" him.

Lin Che's scheme.

Use fear to turn a crisis into your strongest shield.

Manager Zhang took his phone and walked to the window. He lowered his voice, and occasionally the keywords "Alibaba" and "Li Mo" could be heard.

Five minutes later.

Hanging up, arrogance vanishes, replaced by the shrewdness of a businessman.

"Mr. Wang, there's a misunderstanding."

He took out another document and casually swept the "Termination Notice" into the trash can.

"Headquarters just instructed that, taking into account the special circumstances of Double Eleven and to safeguard the overall situation, special measures should be taken."

Pushed a new file.

The large gold lettering on the cover gleamed under the incandescent light.

First-tier franchisee authorization agreement.

"The Chengxi branch doesn't need to be taken back; it will be directly upgraded to a Level 1 agency. There are no franchise fees or fines. In addition, to support Alibaba's plan, we'll give you a 3% rebate."

The legal representative put away the Montblanc, put on a professional fake smile, and handed over a pen.

"Mr. Wang, please sign. From now on, we're family."

Fatty Wang took it, his palms covered in slippery sweat, and steadied himself as he quickly signed "Wang Defa".

This contest is not a battle of strength.

It's an information asymmetry massacre.

Tongda Group cares about appearances, while Lin Che cares about substance.

Take what you need.

boom--

The black Audi A6 started up and disappeared into the dusty end of the street.

The afterimage of the red taillights resembled a slashed wound.

Watching the car drive away, Fatty Wang slumped into his chair like a lump of mud.

The lunchbox on the table had gone cold, and the grease had solidified into a white color.

But he felt it was the most delicious meal he had ever eaten in his life.

September 11, 13: pm.

As night falls, the riverside lights shine brightly.

Lin Che sat in a used Ford Focus, parked in the Ali underground parking garage.

The carriage was dark, and the light from the phone screen shone on my face.

Red pop-up window.

[System notification: Your supplier account has been temporarily frozen. Please contact the finance department.]

Li Mo's counterattack.

Even when the experienced hunter couldn't catch them in the act, he relied on his intuition to seize the vital point.

Anyone else would have panicked by now.

But Lin Che laughed.

He closed the page and took another phone from the glove compartment.

Anonymous Nokia.

An unread text message.

【您尾号7788的帐户于11月13日17:58入帐人民币4,200,000.00元。备注：技术服务费。】

Zhao Sihai's cash.

Through underground banks, the money is laundered, travels through Macau, and becomes "Weiguang Interactive's" overseas technical service fees.

What Li Mo froze was only the prepayment balance in the account as a formality.

The real meat has long since gone into the stomach.

Look up at the rearview mirror.

The eyes in the mirror were bloodshot, yet sharp as knives.

The west side of the city has been captured.

Money laundering.

The identity is legal.

Zhao Sihai is out.

A perfect closed loop.

This battle marked the completion of his initial accumulation of wealth, transforming him from a laborer into a capitalist.

More importantly, it validated the "rules hacking" theory.

In the ecosystem of large companies, understanding the rules is key; the rules are your weapon.

Understanding human nature is the key to success.

"Li Mo, this round is a draw."

Lin Che said softly to himself in the rearview mirror.

See you next time.

Start the car.

The roar of engines echoed through the underground parking garage.

The car headlights pierced the darkness, illuminating the exit.

That was the night view of Hangzhou, and also the next battleground for emerging trends.

The first pot of gold is in hand.

Next, we should teach that Mr. Ma what real "social skills" are.

The gates to the mobile internet are slowly opening.

He stood at the doorway, holding the key to unlocking a new era.