Eight Million for a Scrap Battery

None knew that the core responsible was hidden in the corroded engine room of the *White Heron*. When the first eight million arrived, Lin paid off the boat and transferred two years of back wages to Han. Han stared at the message. “You sold the plate?” “No. A few scrap batteries.” Han touched his forehead. “No fever.” That afternoon, Lin rented a three-thousand-yuan office in the harbor’s emptiest building. The company was Zero Tide Materials Laboratory. Registered capital: ten thousand yuan. Shareholder: Lin Che. Su entered and dropped confidentiality papers onto the bare desk. “Helping you get paid doesn’t mean I believe you. Ordinary equipment cannot make that cell.