Ten Thousand Yuan in Sixteen Minutes

“Work first. Become my partner if you want the answer.” Zhao glanced from the diagram to his endlessly buffering game. “Thirty percent.” “Ten, plus technical wages.” “Twenty.” “Deal.” As they shook hands, a gray line appeared on Oracle's interface. [Covert observation request detected. Source: Obsidian Communications Asset Tracking.] [Remote party is searching for terminal serial number.] Lin's smile faded. He had earned his first ten thousand, and someone had already arrived to charge a toll on the road through the sky.