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

West of Hangzhou.

This is an internet wasteland.

There are no upscale office buildings, no Starbucks, only urban villages and dusty construction sites everywhere.

But in this hazy, chaotic world, stood a colossal black beast.

Weiguang Building.

Its predecessor was a commercial center that had been abandoned for five years. The scaffolding on the exterior walls had not been completely removed, and the exposed steel bars looked like rows of fangs pointing towards the sky.

A Buick GL8 was parked at the entrance.

The car door slid open.

Lin Che stepped onto the rough cement ground.

The soles of the shoes rubbed against the ground, making a "rustling" sound.

This step didn't actually land on the ground.

It is authority.

"Chairman."

Two rows of people dressed in black suits bowed in unison.

The sound was so loud that it shook the dust off people's heads.

It lacks the warm, friendly "classmate" feel of Alibaba.

There are no nicknames, and no martial arts culture.

There's only one flavor here.

It smells like a wolf.

Lin Che didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly.

He stepped into the hall.

There is no renovation here.

Huge slogans were painted in red on the exposed concrete pillars, the handwriting messy and wild, as if smeared with blood:

Either you wolf it down, or you get wolfed down.

This is a faint light.

A pack of stray dogs, crawling out of the mire of the lower-tier market, is evolving into a disciplined pack of wolves under Lin Che's command.

A huge LED screen takes up an entire wall.

There is no stock price or candlestick chart above.

There are only two maps that are constantly changing.

On the left is Weiguang Logistics.

The densely packed green dots represent hundreds of thousands of tricycles shuttling between the county and the towns.

Those are capillaries, frantically transporting nutrients.

On the right is the micro-group buying.

The red order heat map, like a spreading virus, has turned the Yangtze River Delta region ablaze with red.

"data."

Lin Che stopped in front of the screen, his gaze sweeping over the fluctuating numbers.

"Daily orders have exceeded 300 million."

A man with a burly face and a scar on his neck stepped forward.

He was wearing a tight Armani suit, like a bear stuffed into a bodysuit.

Zhao Sihai.

Once the dominant logistics player in the western part of the city, now the VP of Weiguang Logistics.

He clutched the tablet in his hand, his fingers turning slightly white with nervousness.

"Three of our Double Eleven preparation warehouses have already been overwhelmed, and we just forcibly requisitioned two abandoned factories in the vicinity."

Zhao Sihai wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Chairman, at this rate, during this year's Double Eleven shopping festival, the major express delivery companies (ZTO Express, YTO Express, etc.) will have to beg us to take over their customer traffic."

Lin Che turned around.

Their gazes fell on Zhao Sihai's fierce face.

Six months ago, this man led about a hundred of his men, holding steel pipes, to block him at the warehouse entrance.

just now.

This vicious dog has been put on a collar and has become a guardian beast for the house.

"not enough."

Lin Che reached out and straightened Zhao Sihai's crooked tie.

The movements are very slow.

Zhao Sihai was so frightened that he froze, not daring to breathe.

"Go acquire more land."

Money is not a problem.

Lin Che patted the broad shoulder.

"I want to make it so that all express delivery companies in Hangzhou have nowhere to go except for Weiguang."

The elevator is going up.

Go straight to the top floor.

This is the nerve center of the entire Glimmer Empire.

There are no partitions, no offices.

There was only one huge wooden conference table, ten meters long, lying across the center of the empty concrete room.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows stretches an endless construction site in the western part of the city.

That was undeveloped virgin territory.

It is also a breeding ground for ambition.

Lin Che walked to the head seat.

He pulled out the black leather boss's chair.

sit down.

The solid support that gave his back made him breathe a sigh of relief.

This is not an Alibaba workstation.

There's no need for me to give up my seat here just because I'm P7.

Here, he's the one who calls the shots.

Wang Pangzi, Zhao Sihai, and several other technical backbones poached from Alibaba stood on either side.

They looked at Lin Che.

His eyes held not only awe, but also a fanatical, believer-like worship.

Because of this man, they went from being peasants to becoming "partners" worth over 100 million yuan.

"Gentlemen."

Lin Che's fingers tapped lightly on the table.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The sound echoed in the empty room.

"In Binjiang, in Ali."

His gaze swept over everyone present, like a scalpel dissecting their thoughts.

"We will listen to Mr. Ma."

"We must talk about values, about blessings, and about making it easy to do business anywhere in the world."

Lin Che suddenly stopped what he was doing.

He took a coin out of his pocket.

That was a 25-cent coin he casually made as change on the streets of New York.

Finger.

One shot.

"bite--"

The coin tumbled through the air, tracing a silver arc, before finally landing on the hard wooden table.

It's still spinning.

It emits a continuous, crisp metallic humming sound.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the coin.

That sound was truly delightful.

"But in the dim light."

Lin Che pressed down on the still-shaking coin.

The sound stopped abruptly.

"We don't listen to stories."

"They don't listen to reason."

He raised his hand and pushed the coin to the center of the conference table.

"Here."

"They only listen to the voice of money."

Fatty Wang's breathing became heavy.

The murderous glint in Zhao Sihai's eyes intensified.

This is the language they can understand.

simple.

rough.

effective.

"Alright, that concludes our reminiscing."

Lin Che's aura changed instantly.

He transformed from a rough-and-tumble godfather into a ruthless strategist.

"start."

He pulled out three documents from the briefcase behind him.

"Smack."

"Smack."

"Smack."

Three thick documents were thrown onto the table one after another.

It was like dropping three depth charges onto a calm lake.

Fatty Wang leaned closer, squinted, and read the title on the cover:

The first document: "Didi Chuxing Series D Financing Business Plan".

The second document: Meituan Waimai's 2015 Strategic Plan.

The third document: "Analysis of Ele.me's Q3 Financial Statements and Subsidy Vulnerabilities".

These three names.

In the autumn of 2014, these represented the three most brutal battlefields on the Chinese internet.

Travel.

Group buying.

takeout.

Each sector represents a market worth tens of billions of dollars.

Behind every industry stands a giant like Tencent or Alibaba.

"Boss..."

Fatty Wang swallowed hard, feeling his throat go dry.

"What...what are we supposed to do?"

"These are all the giants' own sons."

Lin Che leaned back in his chair.

Cross your arms and place them behind your head.

His eyes revealed a greedy look, as if he were treating the world like a buffet.

"The wind is coming."

He stared at the exposed ventilation ducts on the ceiling.

It was as if I could hear the approaching howling wind.

"The next big trend is O2O."

"It's about using subsidies to cultivate habits and using capital to gain a monopoly."

Lin Che suddenly sat up straight.

With a wave of his hand.

The three documents were spread out on the table and pieced together to form a huge battle map.

"We don't take sides."

"I won't just be a spectator."

His finger jabbed heavily into the center of the map.

That was the heartland where the three giants converged.

"We need to take them..."

Lin Che revealed two rows of gleaming white teeth, his smile so bright it sent chills down one's spine.

"Eat them all."