Ten Thousand Yuan in Sixteen Minutes

All six temperature lines finally turned downward. The timer stopped at five minutes and forty-seven seconds, its red display turning green. Silence outside gave way to cheers. The manager rushed in and hugged Lin, teeth chattering. “You saved everything!” Lin pushed him away. “The contract.” The man blinked, then approved the inspection immediately. The payment notification spun for an eternity on Lin's cracked phone before Oracle's network delivered it: ¥10,000.00. He stared at the number. It was three months of Xiaoman's medicine, six months of shop rent, or one hundred thirty-three security-camera repairs. [TIMED OPPORTUNITY 001 COMPLETE.] [Assessment: Excellent.]