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

Lin Che swallowed the last small piece of bread covered in yellow mustard.

He casually crumpled the wrapping paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

The aroma of the hot dog was still lingering in my mouth.

But he didn't have time to savor it.

He turned and went into the subway station, rode for a few stops, and arrived at a corner of Queens.

There's no champagne or red carpet at the Waldorf Astoria here.

There were only cigarette butts scattered all over the floor, and the stench of urine left in the corner by someone unknown.

Lin Che pushed open a glass door covered with little GG stickers.

This is an illegal internet cafe.

No passport or ID card is needed; you can board the plane as long as you pay.

The air was filled with the smell of cheap cleaning agents mixed with stale tobacco, making one's eyes sting.

The receptionist was a fat man with a burly face, who was watching a baseball game without even looking up.

"Ten dollars an hour."

Lin Che tossed down a crumpled banknote and found a corner to sit down.

On the left is a Mexican guy playing a shooting game, swearing under his breath.

A homeless man was lying on the right, wrapped in a blackened military overcoat, fast asleep.

This environment is simply perfect.

Lin Che pressed the power button on the computer case.

The fan made a tractor-like roar, and the display screen flickered several times before lighting up.

The screen was covered in oil stains.

The keyboard was so dirty it was unsightly, with each keycap covered in a layer of black grease.

Especially the Enter key.

Lin Che tried pressing it.

its stuck.

This keyboard has been splashed with cola countless times; the Enter key is stuck to it.

He had to stick out his index finger and pry it hard before it bounced back.

"Smack."

A crisp sound.

Lin Che didn't find it offensive; he even thought the voice was pleasant to hear.

He skillfully opened the browser and entered a complex IP address.

That was the "transfer gateway" console he had reserved on Alibaba Cloud's overseas nodes.

On the other end of this gateway is a behemoth thousands of miles away in Hangzhou's Binjiang Industrial Park—the "Double Eleven Backup Server Cluster".

These are the thousands of top-tier servers that he previously tricked Lao Zhang into thinking were "used for stress testing."

At this moment, a line of prominent parameters is displayed on the console interface:

Traffic Limit: 5000 QPS

This was a valve deliberately set up to cooperate with Li Mo's "cleaning up low-end users" plan.

This valve effectively kept those five million "poor devils" who wanted to take advantage of the loopholes outside Alibaba's servers.

"Mr. Li, you said that these users lowered the ARPU (average revenue per user) in the financial report."

Lin Che picked up a half-empty bottle of cola that someone had left behind, which was completely flat.

He used it as an ashtray and threw in the cigarette butt he had just taken two puffs of.

With a "sizzle" sound.

Smoke rose.

"Then I'll have them come back and help you re-examine the quality of your financial statements."

Lin Che's fingers flew across the greasy keyboard.

He wrote a single line of instructions.

It's not deletion, it's redirection.

The previously suppressed traffic requests suddenly began to surge like a flood about to burst its banks.

Finally, his finger hovered over the sticky Enter key.

This time, he did not hesitate.

It slammed down hard!

"Snapped!"

The Enter key got stuck on the keyboard again and wouldn't pop up.

The green data stream on the screen instantly turned into a blinding red.

At the same time.

Lin Che opened another window.

That was his private chat window with "Brother Dao," the leader of the wool-gathering party.

He only sent one sentence:

"The floodgates are open, no limits."

After doing all this, Lin Che leaned back in the broken chair and looked at the upload speed that was skyrocketing.

The Mexican guy next to Lin Che, who was playing video games, suddenly turned around and glanced at him.

Seeing Lin Che coding and analyzing data, he couldn't help but ask:

"Hey bro, getting your computer fixed?"

Lin Che smiled and pointed to the half-empty bottle of cola.

"No, I'm delivering a clock to my former boss."

The guy rolled his eyes, muttered "crazy," and went back to playing his game.

.......

Hangzhou, China.

10:30 a.m.

Monitoring center on floor N4 of Alibaba Binjiang Campus.

Old Zhang, the maintenance engineer, was holding a thermos and blowing on the few goji berries floating on top.

The big bosses went to the US to ring the bell at the stock exchange, so there weren't many people left at home, and the atmosphere was quite relaxed.

until--

"Beep—! Beep—! Beep—!"

A piercing buzzing sound suddenly erupted without warning.

Old Zhang's hand trembled, and the scalding hot tea spilled all over his crotch.

"Damn! What's going on?"

He didn't even bother to wipe his pants before lunging at the monitoring console.

The window in the center of the screen that represents the **"standby cluster load"** turned red.

That nuclear arsenal, which was originally dormant and prepared for Singles' Day, now has its CPU usage soaring to 99%!

The intern next to him turned pale with fright.

"Master! The backup cluster has started up again!"

"Is it Lin Che, that product manager? Didn't he mention last month that we were going to do some kind of 'end-to-end load testing'?"

Old Zhang stared at the screen, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably.

Last month, he caught Lin Che in the computer room once.

At the time, Lin Che was indeed running a script, and he was fooled by the nonsense of "simulating a real hacker attack".

He also tacitly allowed Lin Che to borrow the backup resources because he found the procedures troublesome.

"Has this kid gone mad?"

Old Zhang slammed his hand on the table and roared:

"Doesn't he know what day it is today? The boss is on a roadshow! Why did he choose this time to conduct stress testing?"

"Quick! Call him! Tell him to stop the script!"

The intern frantically dialed the internal phone line.

No one answered.

Dial Lin Che's cell phone again.

Shut down.

"Master...something's not right."

The intern pointed to the traffic analysis chart, his voice beginning to tremble.

"This doesn't look like a script simulation..."

"Look at this source IP distribution...it's all genuine WeChat entry points!"

"And the size of this data packet... three million concurrent requests per second?! This isn't a load test, it's like all the bargain hunters in China are rushing in!"

Old Zhang's mind went blank.

He suddenly remembered.

The "micro-group buying" project that Lin Che had in his hands was nominally sold.

However, the delivery period is two months.

During these two months, Lin Che applied to continue renting the company's spare cluster as a "transition server" on the grounds that "data migration is technically difficult".

That approval form was signed by Li Mo himself!

To save time and avoid affecting the main architecture for Double Eleven, this backup cluster is directly connected to the core switch!

"It's over..."

Old Zhang watched as the latency data on the main website began to spike.

The Tmall homepage loads after a 3-second delay.

The payment interface response timed out.

Because the backup cluster drained the bandwidth of the core switch, the main station's services were affected!

This is not a stress test at all.

This is a Trojan horse.

That kid just let five million bandits into Ali's backyard!

.......

Waldorf Astoria Hotel, New York.

When Li Mo was awakened by the ringing of the phone, the clock in his dream had not yet struck.

He picked up his phone from the ground, his head throbbing with pain.

The screen was cracked, revealing Lao Zhang's name.

The moment the call connected, Old Zhang's hysterical voice burst out:

"Mr. Li! The group-buying deal is a huge hit!"

"The backup cluster has been overwhelmed by the traffic! The main site is also affected, and everything is now lagging!"

Li Mo was still a little dazed, and subconsciously yelled back:

"What backup cluster? Wasn't that project already spun off? Why are they still using the company's servers?"

On the other end of the phone, Old Zhang was almost in tears:

"Mr. Li! That's your signature!"

"Memorandum Regarding Technical Resource Support During the Diversification of Micro-Group Buying!"

"You said back then that as long as Lin Che could clean up those five million low-end users, he could stay on the backup cluster for two months..."

"Now all the users are back! They're all alive and kicking! The servers simply can't handle it!"

Li Mo's hand holding the phone froze.

Memories flooded back like a tide.

Yes, he signed it.

At the time, in order to get Lin Che to cooperate in fabricating data and to ensure that the impressive prospectus could be successfully produced, he did give Lin Che a lot of "favors".

He thought Lin Che was an obedient dog.

Give them a bone and they'll wag their tails.

But he forgot.

A cornered dog will jump over a wall.

Lin Che is not a dog, but a wolf in dog's clothing.

"Unplug the cable..." Li Mo gritted his teeth, his voice trembling, "Unplug the backup cluster's network cable!"

"I can't pull it out, Mr. Li!"

Old Zhang cried out in despair:

"To ensure high availability for Singles' Day, the backup cluster and the core transaction system are connected via physical hard connections!"

"Forcibly disconnecting the connection will have a 30% chance of causing a circuit breaker failure on the main trading platform!"

"If we don't unplug it, the main site will just experience some lag; if we do unplug it, it might become completely paralyzed!"

"This is the crucial moment for the roadshow, who dares to take on this responsibility?!"

Li Mo felt a sudden darkness before his eyes and collapsed onto the carpet.

The carpet was soft, but he felt as if he were sitting in an ice cellar.

Just then.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The suite door was being banged on.

The assistant's voice, trembling with tears, came in:

"Mr. Li! Something terrible has happened!"

"Muddy Waters...Muddy Waters has released a report!"

The title is "Alibaba's Trojan Horse: Hidden Related Transactions and Crashing Servers!"

"They...they seem to be live-streaming our server error page!"

The phone slipped from Li Mo's hand.

It landed on a pile of scattered aspirin tablets.

He looked up at the dazzling Manhattan skyline outside the window.

Those lights were just like Lin Che's mocking gaze.

He finally understood.

What P7 Roll King, what product expert, what end-to-end stress testing?

From the first day I joined Alibaba.

That young man had been waiting for this moment.

Waiting for the most glorious peak of his life.

Give him a hard shove.