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

November 11th. 8:00 AM.

Beijing. Tongzhou.

Xiao Wang was woken up by the sound of banging on the door.

"Who is it...?"

He rubbed his messy hair, his eyelids heavy as if they were made of lead.

He stayed up until 2 a.m. last night to try and snag the first Xiaomi phone on the market.

The emptiness after the shopping spree still lingers in my body.

"Micro-Light Delivery! Your package!"

A loud, energetic shout came from outside the door.

Xiao Wang was stunned for a moment.

express delivery?

He remembered that he hadn't bought anything in the past few days.

Besides what happened last night...

and many more.

last night?

He suddenly snapped out of it, grabbed his phone, and glanced at the time.

08: 05.

Less than six hours had passed since he successfully placed and paid for the order.

"There must be some mistake?"

Xiao Wang, shuffling in his slippers, opened the door, grumbling as he went.

A young man in a black uniform was standing outside the door.

Full of energy.

He was holding a box with a silver, shimmering logo printed on it.

"Hello Mr. Wang, this is the Xiaomi 10 Pro you ordered last night at 02:00 AM. Please sign for it."

The deliveryman handed me an electronic pen.

His smile was as bright as if he had just won the lottery.

Xiao Wang did not take the pen.

He stared at the box, then looked at the young man, and then pinched his thigh hard.

pain.

It's not a dream.

"Where...where did you fly from?"

Xiao Wang's voice was trembling, "This is Singles' Day! And are you... are you a human or a ghost?"

"We are Microlight Delivery".

The deliveryman shoved the box into his arms and saluted.

Done.

The young man turned and ran towards the black electric tricycle parked downstairs.

The movement was as fast as a gust of wind.

Xiao Wang was left completely bewildered, standing in the hallway, holding the box that still felt cool from the morning dew.

Disheveled in the wind.

Three minutes later.

A Weibo post went viral.

@NeighborWang: [Image][Image] Holy crap! This is unbelievable! I bought this phone at 2 AM last night, and it arrived at 8 AM this morning! What kind of black technology is this? Teleportation? Is anyone going to do something about this? This is illogical!

This Weibo post did not sink.

Because the comments section was full of people like him who had "seen ghosts".

"Me too! My shampoo showed up in the warehouse just 10 minutes after I ordered it, and it arrived when I was brushing my teeth this morning!"

"I'm in Chengdu. These are the snacks I bought last night. The delivery guy and I just had breakfast together."

"This is terrible... The customer service on Taobao next door is still telling me, 'Dear customer, the estimated delivery time is 5-7 days,' while Weiguang is already asking me to give a good review."

The trending topics list refreshed instantly.

#LightTeleportation#

#FastestDouble11InHistory#

#Lin Che can use magic#

These three terms, like three sharp knives, pierced directly into the heart of the old world that was still asleep.

……

Hangzhou. Alibaba Xixi Campus.

In front of the large data dashboard.

The smiles on the faces of the executives who were celebrating last night's GMV of 2684 billion yuan have now frozen.

They looked like a group of frozen wax figures.

on the screen.

The "Internet Congestion Index," which should have been a sea of ​​red, was instead a glaring green in the Weiguang section.

That was a color that flowed freely.

And right next to this patch of green.

This is the complaint rate curve for Tmall users.

It is taking off vertically at a 90-degree angle.

"What happened?"

Mr. Ma put down his glass of red wine.

The sound wasn't loud.

But it exudes a suffocating chill.

"Wasn't it supposed to be a lockdown? Didn't all the major express delivery companies (STO Express, YTO Express, ZTO Express, and Yunda Express) stop operating?"

"How exactly were their goods shipped out?"

No one dared to speak.

The head of the logistics department was sweating profusely, holding several newly printed photos in his hand.

The photo is blurry.

It was taken secretly by the side of the highway.

In the photo, a heavy truck bearing the "Weiguang" logo is speeding along a new road that is not even on the logistics map.

Meanwhile, on the adjacent highway, delivery trucks bearing the logo of a certain company were stuck in a traffic jam, forming a parking lot.

"Mr. Ma..."

The person in charge swallowed hard, his voice sounding more like he was crying.

"Found it."

"They...didn't follow our path."

"They took the high-speed train."

"High-speed rail?" Mr. Ma's brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.

"Yes...and the airport."

The person in charge pointed to another photo.

That was a Boeing 747 freighter unloading cargo.

There was no SF Express logo on the device.

There is only a black, black hole-like Ark icon.

"Lin Che... he bribed the air route?"

"No."

The person in charge lowered his head, not daring to look Mr. Ma in the eye.

"That looks like... his own plane."

"It's also his own... territory."

"Snapped!"

A wine glass fell to the ground.

Debris flew everywhere.

The red wine spread across the carpet, resembling a pool of blood.

Mr. Ma stood up.

He stared intently at the "micro-glow approval rating" on the screen, which was steadily climbing.

He finally understood.

This is not a "death struggle" at all.

This is a "secret maneuver".

While he was mocking Lin Che for selling luxury homes, Lin Che used that money to dig an underground tunnel that went straight to the heart of the user, in a place unseen by him.

"check!"

Mr. Ma's voice was hoarse, like that of a wounded lion.

"Find out exactly where he set up his warehouse! Why is the ban ineffective?"

"besides!"

He pointed to the users and merchants who were frantically flocking to Weiguang.

"Cut off my data!"

"No matter what means we use!"

"We can't let him live to see Singles' Day!"

……

14:00 PM.

CCTV Finance Channel Live Broadcast Room.

The host looked at Lin Che sitting opposite him with curiosity and even a hint of awe in his eyes.

This young man.

This morning, a business miracle was created.

With the entire industry paralyzed, he enabled 500 million packages to be delivered the next day.

"President Lin."

The host adjusted his posture.

"The whole internet is talking about 'Speed ​​of Light' right now. Some people say you used a private jet, while others say you hired all the taxi drivers in China in advance."

"Can you tell us what the truth is?"

The camera zooms in.

They gave Lin Che a close-up shot.

He was wearing a simple black T-shirt.

He wasn't wearing a tie.

His face showed signs of fatigue from staying up all night, but his eyes were surprisingly bright.

"It's actually very simple."

Lin Che faces the camera.

He smiled.

There was no arrogance in that smile, typical of a nouveau riche.

There is only one kind of calmness a science student experiences after solving a difficult problem.

"Everyone thinks it's fast."

"It's because in the old logistics logic, the warehouse only starts searching for, packing, and shipping the goods after you place an order."

"That's linear thinking."

He stretched out his hand.

A line was drawn in the air.

"But in the dim light."

"We don't ship goods."

"We're transporting data."

The host paused for a moment, then asked, "Data?"

"right."

Lin Che pointed to his head.

"24 hours before you press the payment button."

"My algorithm has already calculated what you will buy."

"They even calculated the exact time you would place your order."

"so."

"While you're still hesitating about whether or not to buy that phone."

"It's already on its way to your building."

"This is not called transportation."

"This is called..."

Lin Che paused for a moment.

His eyes were looking at the camera.

It was as if I was watching Mr. Ma, who was frantically studying his data, through radio waves.

"Computing power logistics".

boom!

These four words.

It's like a depth charge.

It completely blew up the entire live stream room.

It also shocked countless logistics professionals who were watching the live stream.

They watched the young man on the screen, speaking eloquently.

Suddenly, I felt a bone-chilling cold.

original.

It wasn't the faster car that beat them.

It's not more people.

Rather, it's mathematical formulas that they simply can't understand.

……

Microlight Headquarters. Customer Service Department.

This place was originally the place with the most resentment.

In previous years, customer service girls would be scolded to tears several times during Singles' Day.

But today.

It was eerily quiet.

There was no roaring.

There was no rush to place an order.

The pop-up dialog boxes on the screen were all:

"Thanks!"

"Too fast!"

"I'll only buy from Weiguang from now on!"

The customer service manager almost burst into tears when he saw the 99.8% positive feedback rate in the backend.

She worked in customer service for ten years.

I've never seen anything like this before.

Is this what it feels like to be respected?

On the other side...

The merchants' group chat exploded with discussion.

Those merchants who were still observing or even preparing to close their stores yesterday are now filled with regret.

Seeing the soaring sales of brands like Xiaomi and Three Squirrels that signed the "mandatory warehousing agreement," and with not a single return.

They've gone mad.

"Mr. Lin! Is it too late for me to enter the warehouse now?"

"I want to sign that agreement too! Give me a chance!"

"Weiguang is like my own father! Please, help me out!"

SOS messages flew to the Weiguang Investment Promotion Department like snowflakes.

Yesterday they ignored Weiguang.

Today, even a glimmer of light is beyond their reach.

……

Top floor office.

Lin Che turned off the live stream.

Leaning back in the chair.

Close your eyes.

Enjoying this moment of tranquility.

Outside the window, the sunset in Beijing was as red as blood.

That's the color of the old order collapsing.

"Boss."

Xie Yu pushed the door open and came in.

Their steps were so light they seemed to be flying.

"Traffic from Alibaba is starting to flow back."

"Many users have started to switch to Weiguang because Tmall is unable to ship their products."

"Our server load is already at 80%, should we expand it?"

"Need not."

Lin Che opened his eyes.

His eyes were clear.

"Make them line up."

"Now."

"It's time for us to choose our customers."

He stood up.

Walk up to that map.

Looking at the twelve black nodes that are now fully lit up.

Those black holes.

It's no longer just a logistics center.

They turned into giant magnets.

It is frantically drawing in the commercial flow, capital flow, and information flow from all over China.

"Get ready."

Lin Che straightened his collar.

"Since they're so eager to get into the warehouse..."

"Then let's set new rules for them."

He turned his head.

Looking at Xie Yu.

A smile typical of capitalists appeared on his face.

"Starting tomorrow."

"All merchants who want to enter the warehouse."

Storage fees have increased by 20%.

"and……"

"An exclusive agreement is a must."

Xie Yu was taken aback: "Exclusive? Isn't that Alibaba's 'choose one of two' tactic? We want that too..."

"No."

Lin Che shook his head.

I walked to the window.

Looking downstairs at the business representatives queuing up to enter.

"Alibaba's 'choose one of two' policy is forcing you to take sides."

"My exclusive."

"It's to let you know."

"Except for my ark."

"The outside is completely flooded."

He stretched out his hand.

Press it onto the glass.

It's as if they want to hold the whole world in the palm of their hands.

"Want to live?"

"Then let's get on the boat."

"certainly."

"The boat tickets are very expensive."