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

Chapter 75 Raising a Tiger to Cause Trouble!

The next morning.

Hangzhou, Alibaba Xixi Campus.

Last night's secret talks at the Lakeside Garden resembled a coup without gunfire.

Today, Lin Che, armed with the "imperial decree" won in the coup, began his frenzied harvest.

10:00 AM.

Building 1, President's Office of Alibaba Cloud Business Unit.

President Wang Jian was not present; Lin Che was received by Lao Zhang, the senior director in charge of computing resource scheduling.

Old Zhang looked at the red-headed document in his hand, stamped with the COO's seal and bearing President Ma's handwritten instruction to "handle this as a special case," and his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.

"Lin Che".

Old Zhang took off his glasses, rubbed his bloodshot eyes, and asked, "You want to allocate 20% of the redundant computing power of the 'Apsara' cluster? And monopolize three BGP DDoS protected dedicated lines?"

"Do you know this is a strategic reserve for the main Double Eleven event? What if Taobao's main site can't handle it if we give it to you?"

"That's your problem, Mr. Zhang."

Lin Che sat on the leather sofa, legs crossed.

He held a Starbucks cup in his hand, looking as relaxed as if he were in his own backyard.

"Mr. Ma's instructions were very clear: 'Everything is for mobile growth.'"

Lin Che put down his coffee, leaned forward, and a sense of oppression suddenly arose.

"If you find it difficult, I'll call Mr. Ma right now."

"Tell him that it's not that I'm not working hard enough, but that Alibaba Cloud's technological infrastructure is holding back the group's strategy."

When this huge accusation was slapped on Old Zhang's face, his face instantly turned green.

At Alibaba, who dares to take the blame for "hindering the implementation of strategy"?

Especially now, with the roadshow just over, the entire company is on edge over the word "IPO".

"Give it to me... I'll give it to you!"

Old Zhang gritted his teeth, typed a few keystrokes on the keyboard, and printed out a resource allocation form.

"But I'm warning you, this is just a loan! You must return it after Singles' Day!"

Lin Che took the thin piece of paper.

That represents top-tier computing power worth tens of millions of RMB, the infrastructure that countless small and medium-sized enterprises dream of.

Now, they've all flowed free of charge to that dark basement in the west of the city.

"Swish swish swish".

Lin Che picked up the pen and signed his name in the recipient column.

The sound of the pen tip slicing through the paper was loud.

Because of excessive force, the pen tip even pierced the paper, leaving a deep scratch on the table.

That was the pleasure of greed.

"Thanks, Mr. Zhang."

Lin Che blew on the ink on the paper and smiled innocently.

"When the bell rings, half of the medal will be yours."

......

11:00 AM.

Building 5, Group Marketing and Public Relations Department.

This is Alibaba's mouthpiece and also its richest department.

In the conference room, Wang Shuai, the VP of Marketing at Alibaba, known as the "Iron Lady," was staring at Lin Che.

"One hundred million?"

Wang Shuai slammed the budget application form on the table; it was the "Micro-Group Buying Q2 User Subsidy Plan" that Lin Che had just submitted.

"Lin Che, are you crazy? How much is Juhuasuan's annual promotion budget? You're asking for 100 million for an 'internal incubation project'?"

"This isn't for me."

Lin Che picked up the application form and slowly dusted it off.

"This is for the sake of the stock price."

He walked to the whiteboard, picked up a marker, and drew a steep growth curve.

"Mr. Wang, you're in public relations, you know this best."

"These empty shell companies like Muddy Waters and Citron Research are scrutinizing us with a microscope."

"In the current public opinion arena, Tencent has blocked us, accusing us of pyramid schemes. If we don't spend real money to make a splash and prove that our model is 'benefiting consumers' rather than 'recruiting people'..."

Lin Che paused, then turned to look at Wang Shuai.

"Once public opinion reverses and the China Securities Regulatory Commission intervenes in the investigation, it will be a matter that cannot be resolved with just 100 million yuan."

This is blatant intimidation.

It is also the most effective overt strategy.

The survival of micro-group buying is tied to Alibaba's reputation.

They packaged Lin Che's personal interests as the company's public good.

Wang Shuai stared at Lin Che for a full minute.

As a veteran of Alibaba, he has seen too many eccentric people.

But Lin Che is the first person to wield such power so confidently, as if it were a trivial matter.

I'll talk to the finance department.

Wang Shuai finally relented, his voice as cold as ice, "But this money must go through 'special marketing expenses,' it can't go into your company account. Every penny must be audited."

"certainly."

Lin Che smiled.

This is exactly what he wanted.

If it's cash, you'll have to figure out how to launder it.

If it's a "special fund" and it's directly distributed as "user bonuses," that's the perfect way to launder money—Alibaba's money is transformed into user loyalty for micro-group buying.

The meat was mushy in the pot, but the pot belonged to Lin Che.

"It's a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Wang."

......

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Lin Che walked out of the park gate.

The Alibaba building behind me gleamed in the sunlight, like a giant gold mine.

And he had just extracted the most vital vein from this gold mine.

The computing power issue has been resolved.

The funding issue has been resolved.

They even secured the most valuable brand endorsement.

He got into the black Audi A6.

Inside the car, Fatty Wang was holding his laptop, grinning foolishly as he looked at the backend data.

"Brother Che! That's amazing!"

Fatty Wang pointed at the screen, his fingers trembling, "Alibaba Cloud just switched us a dedicated line, and the server load instantly dropped to 10%! And... and suddenly a huge marketing credit appeared in our account, showing as 'Group Payment'!"

"How much?" Lin Che closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.

"Thirty million in the first batch!" Fatty Wang swallowed hard. "Brother Che, is Alibaba a charity? Why are they so eager to give us money and guns?"

"charitable?"

Lin Che sneered.

He turned to look out the window.

On the GG sign by the roadside hangs Jack Ma's famous poster, which reads: "Making it easy to do business anywhere in the world."

"They are not doing charity."

Lin Che's voice was soft, yet it carried a cold indifference that seemed to see through everything.

"They are raising poisonous insects."

"Mr. Ma thought I was a knife in his hand, a dog to bite Tencent."

"So he has to feed me and sharpen my teeth."

Lin Che stretched out his hand and looked at the lines on his palm.

There seemed to be traces of pen marks still remaining there.

"But he forgot."

"A dog that's grown up will bite its owner."

"If a tiger is raised to adulthood, it will eat people."

"Fatty."

Lin Che withdrew his gaze, his eyes sharpening.

"Now that the food has arrived, let's not be stingy with it."

"Notify the operations team to start the pre-sale promotion for the '10 Billion Yuan Subsidy' program tonight."

"Make our slogan louder: 'Official Taobao subsidies, lowest prices online!'"

"I want to use Alibaba's money to attract all of Taobao's own merchants to our platform."

This move is called the "Star Absorbing Technique".

Use Alibaba's blood to nourish the body of the glimmer of light.

By the time Alibaba realized what was happening, Weipintuan was no longer a parasite dependent on Taobao, but a behemoth with its own independent revenue-generating capabilities.

At that time, it's really hard to say who will be the host and who will be the guest.

"Okay!"

Fatty Wang was so excited his face was flushed.

Although he didn't understand strategy, he knew that following Brother Che was awesome.

Using other people's money to do your own thing, and still expecting others to be grateful.

This is the highest level of business warfare.

Just then.

The tablet computer in Fatty Wang's hand suddenly vibrated.

It was a red pop-up alert.

This information comes from the public opinion monitoring center of Weiguang Media located in Shenzhen.

"Um?"

Fatty Wang clicked on the pop-up window, and his expression changed instantly.

The excitement I felt just moments before vanished instantly, replaced by a sense of terror.

"Brother Che..."

Fatty Wang's voice trembled slightly, "Tencent... seems to be making a big move."

"What's wrong?"

Lin Che opened his eyes.

WeChat has just released its latest version update announcement.

Fatty Wang handed over the tablet, saying, "It's not as simple as just blocking domain names."

"They updated the External Link Content Management Guidelines."

"A specific clause was added to the terms and conditions: 'Any form of inducement to share or engage in group buying and price-cutting is strictly prohibited.'"

"and......"

Fatty Wang pointed to a line of small print below.

"Once discovered, not only will the link be blocked, but the personal WeChat account that shared the link will also be... banned."

title.

This is a nuclear weapon.

If blocking links is like cutting off a path, then banning an account is like killing someone.

For ordinary users, their WeChat account is their social asset, their lifeline.

Is it worth risking having your WeChat account blocked just for a few dollars?

Nobody dared to gamble.

The air inside the carriage instantly froze.

The thrill of "robbing under orders" that I felt earlier was completely extinguished by this bucket of cold water.

Lin Che looked at the announcement.

Published: 10 minutes ago.

It seems that the penguin in Shenzhen has finally been thoroughly enraged.

It no longer cares about the stigma of "monopoly" or the user experience.

It's about to get serious.

"Brother Che, what should we do?"

Fatty Wang was sweating profusely with anxiety. "If the account is really banned, our entire referral chain will break! Users won't dare to share anymore!"

Lin Che remained silent for a moment.

His fingers tapped lightly on his knee.

Once. Twice.

That's a rhythm of thinking.

"What's the panic?"

Lin Che suddenly laughed.

There was no fear in that smile; instead, there was an excitement of having met an equally matched opponent.

"title?"

"Good tactic."

"Martin truly lives up to his reputation as a trader; he cut right at the heart of the problem."

Lin Che picked up his phone and dialed the technical department's number.

"Activate Plan C."