Chapter Two: The Fraud Hunter Falls First

Iron Dome went viral like a condemned building catching fire. At nine in the morning, sixty people lined up outside. By noon, an edited clip claimed Lin Ran had hired the collectors. At three, Hongli Equipment declared itself the victim of “malicious editing.” Tang Xiaoyu burst in carrying a laptop, one streak of her hair dyed blue. “I can cut last night’s four hours into ninety seconds and prove the bald guy held his IOU upside down before entering. My price is control of your account.” “Salary?” Zhou Lan asked. “You can owe me. Owing people is your specialty.” Lin Ran grinned. “Deal.” Pain-Point Pricing was not a business plan magically downloaded into his head. It was a lens. In the registration forms, Lin Ran no longer saw ages and income.