Chapter Three: The Bears Carry My Throne

“Mr. Lin,” Chen said with a desperate smile, “everything before was company policy—” Lin forwarded him the termination notice. “You were right. Don't confuse luck with skill.” Midnight arrived. Every Memory Coin dissolved into silver light, and the futures contracts terminated automatically. The digital fortune remained, but the seven memories did not return. Gu Nanshan had lost the moonlit music. The firefighter had lost the pride of the medal on his chest. For the first time, Lin saw clearly that beneath every peak on the price chart lay a piece of someone's life. “Have you solved the law?” Su Wanqing asked. “Half of it,” Lin said. “Real sacrifice gives the coins their price. I still don't know why the wallet needs that sacrifice.”