Chapter Four: Probability Is Not Prophecy

“A Convergence shill. His task is to push the final price to 140 million.” Lin did not bid. He wrote an address on paper and passed it to Number Eight. The man’s breathing changed. It was the anonymous wallet he had used for his deposit. “What do you want?” “Bid once for me.” Believing Lin could see through every wallet in the room, Eight complied. Lin passed a second note to Thirteen bearing the maturity time of his loan. Within ten minutes, seven buyers believed Lin knew who they were. At 130 million, Lin raised his paddle for the first time. “One hundred and forty million.” Su Lan glanced at him. “Did your forty-two yuan appreciate?” “No. But Twenty-One cannot let me win.” Twenty-One immediately called 145 million.