Chapter Four: The Seventy-Two-Hour Bid

Tang Qiming of Seven Yards gave them fifteen minutes. After hearing the valuation, he closed the deck. “A player on a ten-day deal wants to use sudden fame to rescue a dying startup. Good story. Not a business.” Lu removed the sensor beneath his training vest. “We play South Bay tonight. I’ll publish my conditioning report live and announce that Pulse will hold all my training data. If ten thousand athletes and amateur users register, invest at a twenty-million valuation. If we miss, I ask for nothing.” “How do you guarantee the traffic?” “I don’t. I guarantee that tonight everyone will want to know why I can still run.” South Bay’s plan was brutally simple: attack Lu until the heavy center, fresh off two hard games, ran out of strength.