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

11 month 10 day.

There are 14 hours left until "Double Eleven".

Weibo's trending topics list.

#MicroLightSuicideLogistics# has gone viral.

Just an hour ago, the official account of Weiguang Technology posted a short announcement of only a hundred words:

[Effective immediately, the Weiguang platform has been fully upgraded to "Weiguang Express Delivery," guaranteeing next-day delivery for all goods entering our warehouse during the Double Eleven period. Those who violate this guarantee will receive ten times the compensation.]

The comments section was full of sarcastic emojis.

A well-known e-commerce analyst wrote: "This is the craziest gamble I've ever seen in my twenty years in the industry. With the four major express delivery companies (STO Express, YTO Express, ZTO Express, and Yunda Express) completely blocking him, Lin Che actually dared to promise next-day delivery? Who does he think he is? Santa Claus?"

"I'm just waiting to lose everything, down to my last penny."

"Tenfold compensation? I think that's tenfold of a joke."

……

Microlight Headquarters. Large Conference Room.

Smoke swirled around.

Dozens of business representatives who had not yet returned their shops sat below, each with a worried expression, like prisoners awaiting sentencing.

Most of them are mid-tier brands that are not qualified to enter the Tmall "main venue", or "tough nuts to crack" like Xiaomi that do not want to be tied to the channel.

But now, they are also wavering.

"President Lin."

A tissue vendor stood up, clutching the "Mandatory Warehousing Agreement" in his hand, his voice trembling.

"It's not that we don't trust you. It's just that the risk is too great."

"If we move all the goods to your warehouse and can't ship them out, we're completely finished. Although Alibaba's warehouse is crowded, at least we can move around there."

Lin Che sat on the stage.

He didn't say anything.

He simply stared quietly at the glass of water in his hand.

The water surface was calm and still.

"Is this your reason for hesitating?"

Lin Che put down his cup.

"bite."

The crisp sound of glass hitting the table made the boss shudder.

"Is it possible to move around with Alibaba?"

Lin Che stood up.

Walk up to the projection screen.

That's a picture of the logistics warehouse overload from previous Double Eleven shopping festivals.

Packages are piling up like mountains, trucks are stuck on the highway for kilometers, and customers are waiting for their packages so long they want to get a refund.

"That's hell."

Lin Che pointed to the photos.

His eyes were cold.

"In Alibaba's logic, Singles' Day is a carnival of traffic and a game of numbers."

"As for when the goods will arrive?"

"That's your problem, it's the courier company's problem, it has nothing to do with the platform."

He turned around.

With his hands on the podium and his body leaning forward, he resembled a cheetah about to pounce on its prey.

"But here with me."

"Logistics is life."

"Enter my warehouse, and I'll turn your inventory into data."

"Not going in?"

Lin Che sneered.

"Then you should join the queue on Alibaba. I hope your goods will be delivered to the customer in half a month."

There was a deathly silence in the audience.

Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look Lin Che in the eye.

They are doing the math.

It's a gamble with your life.

On one side is the crowded but safe old world, and on the other is the crazy but alluring new continent.

"I'll sign."

A cool, clear voice broke the silence.

In the corner, the head of Xiaomi's ecosystem chain stood up.

He signed the agreement and slammed it heavily on the table.

"Anyway, they've restricted the number of people we can get there."

"Rather than wait to die, let's go crazy with President Lin."

Someone took the lead.

It's like the first domino falling.

"I'll sign too! Damn it, I'll risk it!"

"Sign it! As long as we can ship the goods, I'll give my life for Weiguang!"

The pen scratched softly.

That's not signing a contract.

That was a death warrant for going to the battlefield.

Lin Che watched this scene unfold.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

But his eyes remained cold.

Because he knew this was just the beginning.

The real war doesn't take place in the conference room.

And in those unseen bit streams.

……

Three underground floors, Open-V computing center.

The temperature here remains constant at 20 degrees Celsius year-round.

Thousands of server racks shimmered with a deep blue light and emitted a tremendous roar of fans.

That's the sound of computing power burning.

"Boss."

Xie Yu stared at the main control screen, his eyes bloodshot.

"Data access across the entire network is complete."

"The predictive model has been started."

on the screen.

The map of China is covered with countless bright dots.

Each point of light represents a potential purchase intention.

"Let's begin."

Lin Che stood on the command platform.

Standing with hands behind his back.

"Get those goods to where they're supposed to be."

"yes!"

Xie Yu's fingers flew across the keyboard.

Press the Enter key.

[Predictive Shipping Initiation]

……

Wuhan. Cloud Warehouse No. 1.

There are no orders.

But the machine started moving.

Thousands of AGV robots suddenly accelerated collectively.

They carried tons of shampoo, toilet paper, and snacks, rushing frantically toward the platform.

There, hundreds of trucks were already poised to depart.

"What...what is this for?"

The tissue shop owner, who had just signed the papers, stood in the visitor corridor, completely stunned.

"No one has placed an order yet! Why are they already loading the truck?"

"That's called prediction."

Lin Che appeared behind him without him noticing.

Looking down at the magnificent torrent of steel below.

"Based on big data."

"In Chaoyang District, Beijing, 12 people will buy your tissues tonight."

"In Chengdu High-tech Zone, 5 people will buy that shampoo."

"Before they press the payment button."

Lin Che pointed to the trucks that were driving out of the park.

"The goods have arrived at the city warehouse near their home."

The tissue shop owner gaped in astonishment.

My jaw almost dropped to the ground.

He'd been in business his whole life and had never seen anything like it.

This isn't selling goods.

This is cheating!

This is God's perspective!

"This...is this accurate?" he stammered. "What if nobody buys it?"

"allow?"

Lin Che turned his head.

Look at him.

His eyes held an absolute confidence in his technology.

"In this world."

"Only mathematics doesn't lie."

"Accuracy rate: 98.7%"

"I'll pay the remaining 1.3%."

……

11 month 11 day.

23: 00.

There's only one hour left until the Double Eleven shopping festival kicks off.

The Weiguang Building. Top floor.

Lin Che stood alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Overlooking the myriad lights of Beijing.

Tonight, hundreds of millions of people are glued to their phones, waiting for the clock to strike midnight.

Tens of thousands of dimly lit trucks are also hidden in various corners of the city.

Like a lurking ghost army.

My phone vibrated.

It was a message from Li Zixuan:

"Remaining funds in the pool: 20 billion, all bet."

That was the last ammunition.

If we lose tonight.

The glimmer of light will soon become history.

Lin Che will become the laughing stock of "running away with the money".

But he wasn't nervous.

I was even a little excited.

The adrenaline rush reminded him of the night he shorted stocks on Wall Street.

Just this once.

The gambling tables are bigger.

The opponent is stronger.

"Boss."

Xie Yu's voice came through the earpiece.

Trembling.

"Everyone is in position."

"Inventory pre-pressurization complete."

"Just give the order."

Lin Che raised his wrist.

I checked my watch.

The second hand ticks.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

The last five minutes.

He could almost hear the breathing of the entire internet world.

That is the sound of desire.

It's also the sound of money.

"Alibaba must be having a celebration party right now, right?"

Lin Che suddenly asked.

"Yes," Xie Yu replied in a low voice, "I heard they've invited half of the entertainment industry, and the countdown is on."

"very good."

Lin Che walked up to the huge map.

Looking at the twelve core nodes that have turned red.

Those black holes.

It's already loaded with ammunition.

It is opening its mouth wide, waiting to devour the impending surge of traffic.

"Then let them celebrate."

Lin Che extended his hand.

Press the red start button.

Apply pressure with your fingers.

The knuckles are turning white.

"ignition."