Chapter Four: The Ten-Million-Word Business

Hengyue paid two million, the insurer added a recovery fee, and the claim tripled in value. By day seven, Trace Evidence held 6.8 million yuan. Qiao Mi straightened their new sign. “Congratulations, President Lu. We can finally afford more expensive enemies.” Han Boyan did not smile. He carried up a scorched metal case bearing an early ClearSea emblem. “The second old anchor,” he said. “Recovered from the laboratory where Xingyao died.” The instant Chenzhou touched its corner, all ten million words seemed to freeze. [CITY-LEVEL LOCK DETECTED.] [THE EVENT ASSOCIATED WITH THIS OBJECT NEVER OCCURRED IN PUBLIC HISTORY.]