Chapter Four: The Ten-Million-Word Business

The vice president presented his analysis accusing the warehouse staff. Chenzhou placed the corroded nameplate on the table. “Your model is flawless,” he said. “But it needs this gate to exist.” The vice president smiled. “Gate Thirteen remains operational.” “Then let it collect one toll.” Qiao Mi opened a live feed. Excavators uncovered the former site before hundreds of witnesses. There were no cables, only a foundation sealed six months ago. Three independent surveyors confirmed it while the workers produced paper shift schedules. System history met physical reality head-on. The level-one index could not project the nameplate's memory, so Chenzhou turned every detail into a testable question: the authorization wafer's serial number, the