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

11月11日。00:00:00。

The numbers are jumping.

The surge in internet traffic in China was like a premeditated tsunami, instantly breaching the dams of countless servers.

"Unable to pay!"

"It's stuck! Why is my shopping cart screen blank?"

"It's crashed! Taobao has crashed again!"

Hundreds of millions of fingers pressed the screen simultaneously.

That level of concurrency is enough to paralyze the power grid of any country.

It only took 1 minute and 36 seconds.

Tmall's transaction volume exceeded 100 billion yuan.

This is a terrifying number.

It was also a death sentence.

For traditional logistics systems, this 100 billion yuan transaction volume means that 5000 million packages were generated instantly.

That's on the scale of the Himalayas.

……

Yiwu. A certain express delivery transfer center.

00: 30.

This place has become hell.

The conveyor belt let out a groan of despair under the strain, and then, with a "click," it snapped.

Stopped.

The motor emitted a plume of black smoke.

"Damn it! My belt broke!"

The supervisor roared in despair.

But no one could hear it.

The parcels rushed down the slide like a flood, instantly submerging the sorting area.

The workers were buried in a pile of express deliveries and could not even stand up.

Outside, thousands of trucks were stuck at the highway entrance, their headlights forming a long red line, completely motionless.

The horn blared deafeningly.

The drivers smoked irritably, staring at the truck ahead that had been off for half an hour.

"This year's Singles' Day is nothing."

An experienced driver spat and stomped out his cigarette.

"This is a tribulation."

"I heard that the previous transit point is already overwhelmed, and there's a two-day waiting list for unloading."

"Two days?"

The driver next to him sneered.

"I think it's unlikely even within a week."

……

Hangzhou. Alibaba Xixi Campus.

Bright lights.

On the huge electronic screen, GMV is still skyrocketing.

200 billion... 300 billion...

The champagne tower was pushed out.

Mr. Ma stood in the center of the stage, a confident smile on his face.

He was being interviewed.

"This is a miracle of the Chinese economy."

"This is proof of consumption upgrading."

The applause of the audience was thunderous.

But behind this glamorous facade, in a war room in a corner of the park.

The atmosphere, however, was as cold as an icebox.

Cainiao Network executives stared at the screen filled with red alerts, sweating profusely.

[WARNING: Jinhua Transit Center operating at 120% capacity]

[WARNING: Guangzhou warehouse is experiencing severe overload; order taking has been suspended]

[WARNING: All major express delivery companies (STO Express, YTO Express, ZTO Express, and Yunda Express) are experiencing network outages; expected congestion level: extremely high]

"Mr. Ma..."

The logistics manager, holding the shocking data report, approached Mr. Ma, who was taking a photo with a celebrity, his voice trembling.

"Something's not right."

"The order volume is too large."

"Our transportation capacity reserves... are overdrawn."

Mr. Ma's smile froze for a moment.

But soon, he regained his composed and confident expression.

"What's the panic?"

He lowered his voice, a sinister glint in his eyes.

"When we get wiped out, that's a happy kind of trouble."

"What about the faint light over there?"

"They must be in a much worse situation, right?"

The person in charge paused for a moment, then glanced at the other intelligence report in his hand.

"A faint light... no data is being transmitted from over there."

"Their interfaces are all shut down; it's like a black box."

"That means they're completely dead."

Mr. Ma sneered.

"If they don't even dare to report data, the system must have crashed."

"Ignore them."

"Keep sending out battle reports!"

"Tell the media, we're number one again this year!"

As long as Weiguang suffers a more severe blow than them, then Alibaba's warehouse overturn will not be considered an accident, but rather an "industry-wide phenomenon."

It's about who's worse.

This is the true nature of the war between giants.

……

Beijing. Weiguang Building.

There is no champagne here.

There are no celebrities.

There wasn't even a cheer.

The entire command center was as quiet as a deep-sea submarine.

The only sound was the tapping of keyboards by a few hundred engineers, like a dense raindrop.

on the big screen.

There are no such vague GMV figures.

There was only one huge map of China.

The surface was covered with countless green dots of light.

That's inventory.

These are "landmines" that have been lurking around users for a long time.

"Boss."

Xie Yu stood behind Lin Che, looking at the points of light.

His palms were sweaty.

But his eyes shone with a light he had never seen before.

"01:00 sharp".

Total orders across the network: 800 million.

Payment success rate: 100%.

"Because we don't have to compete with banks for access channels, we use our own 'Weiguang Payment' balance."

Lin Che didn't speak.

He was holding a glass of ice water.

Ice cubes hit the side of the cup.

crisp.

Pleasant to the ear.

He looked at a monitoring window in the lower right corner of the screen.

That's a live feed of the Wuhan cloud warehouse.

There was no human presence.

Only a few thousand robots, like a group of silent ghosts, moved at high speed through the darkness.

They don't need rest.

There's no need to complain.

They precisely deliver each package to the shipping outlet.

There, the truck driver, who had been waiting for a long time, took the package, scanned the code, and loaded it onto the truck.

The movements were fluid and graceful.

There was no traffic congestion.

There was no margin call.

There was only a suffocating sense of order.

"That's the beauty of industry."

Lin Che said softly.

The sound echoed in the quiet command hall.

"When they're stuck in traffic on the highway."

"When they're in the warehouse cursing because they can't find the goods."

"Our machines."

"They are conquering cities and territories for us."

……

02:00 AM.

The deepest part of the night.

It's also the most tiring time during Singles' Day.

Most of the "shopaholics" have already gone to sleep because they couldn't stay awake any longer.

They drifted off to sleep with the mindset that "the delivery will take a week anyway."

But on the main road of Beijing's Third Ring Road.

A new energy truck with a black, glowing logo is speeding by.

It did not take the congested Beijing-Tibet Expressway.

Because it does not require crossing provincial borders.

Its starting point is the "Weiguang Pre-positioning Warehouse" located in Daxing.

There are only 15 kilometers to go until the finish line.

"drop."

Driver Lao Zhang glanced at the navigation.

Estimated arrival time: 02:18

He smiled.

Light a cigarette.

Take a deep breath.

"That's what you call a dimensional reduction attack."

He glanced at the heavy truck with the "Mr. Tong" logo stuck in the middle of the lane, unable to move.

There was a hint of sympathy in his eyes.

Those are relics from the old era.

It's slowly rusting.

……

Micro-light command center.

Lin Che stared at the moving green dot on the screen.

That was the first order.

It was also the first bullet fired at the Old World.

"Write it down."

Lin Che put down his water glass.

His gaze was calm.

"November 11, 2019, 02:18 AM."

"While Alibaba was still celebrating its sales figures."

"Our first package."

"We've arrived at the customer's building."

He turned around.

Looking at the young engineers behind him.

The weariness in their eyes disappeared.

Instead, there was fanaticism.

It is the fervor of witnessing history.

"Give me this data."

"Send it to Mr. Ma."

Lin Che smiled.

He laughed like a devil.

"May he have sweet dreams."