Ten Thousand Yuan in Sixteen Minutes

The manager called. “Master Lin, I respect your skill, but procurement requires a process. You run a street repair shop. Why should I trust you?” Lin looked at the stable Warehouse Three temperature chart. “Twelve hours ago, you didn't. Your medicine is still cold.” After a long silence, the manager said, “Send the contract.” At 2:17 a.m., twenty thousand yuan arrived. Lin's satisfaction lasted seconds. Even if the servers went unsold, building ten gateways required at least six hours. He needed help. He thought of Zhao Qihang. Zhao had been an Obsidian network architect until he publicly questioned the company's throttling algorithm. Now he played games for customers in a Grayport internet café.