Chapter Two: A Prophet Only Needs Seven Days

His account balance multiplied two hundred times in forty-eight hours. The deputy director who had denied him permanent employment called in a voice warm enough for a long-lost uncle. “Lin, you clearly understand urban supply chains. Why don't you come back and discuss a proper position?” “No need.” Lin watched the rising line on his screen. “There are gold bars from Zhao behind the second panel on your west wall. The inspectors arrive in seven minutes.” Only ragged breathing answered him. An information advantage was not prophecy, but it cut more cleanly. On the third afternoon, Lin visited the municipal hospital. Su Mi had just left surgery. Her gaze held none of the recognition from the last cycle.