Chapter Four: The People Who Auction Tomorrow

everyone who followed his long trade, up to forty-two million yuan. He stamped his entire fortune beneath one judgment. Three minutes later, the sovereign fund denied the report. The index snapped upward. Short sellers stampeded for the exits, driving Long Night to precisely 8120.77. Lin's contracts were worth 680 million yuan. Silence swallowed the hall. Ye did not declare him the winner. She raised one hand, and 7431.08 on the auction screen changed to 8120.77. “Both futures were real,” Lin said. “7431 was the price if I kept your forgery secret. You weren't auctioning the future. You were auctioning a script designed to force my choice.” For the first time, Gu stopped smiling. Lin picked up the auction hammer and brought it down.