Chapter Four: The People Who Auction Tomorrow

“Lin Che, you see eight thousand one hundred twenty, don't you?” The hall went silent. Gu smiled. “You are not the first man to carry tomorrow's answer into this room. The auction price is the future without you. Your account price is the future after you participate. The distance between them is the price of a human choice.” Ye announced an added rule. Whoever proved his future true would take every chip in the room. The loser would surrender both account and memory. Every mask turned toward Lin. He had forty-two million against Gu's fifty billion. Lin did not bid. He went to the derivatives terminal, bought one hundred million yuan in index calls, and sold an equal amount of distant volatility.