The Disconnected City

In reality, it handled people who embarrassed the company. Lin lowered the rolling shutter halfway. “Do you have a search warrant?” Zhou smiled. “We're only talking. Last night's cold room, today's offline gateways—you always arrive before the accident. Chairman Pei appreciates talented young people. Turn over the device you found and we'll pay five hundred thousand yuan, plus a senior engineering position at Obsidian.” Five hundred thousand. Enough for the first stage of Xiaoman's surgery. Enough to leave Grayport. Even Zhao looked at Lin. “What does your missing device look like?” Lin asked. Zhou paused. “Internal asset. Confidential.” “Serial number?” “Also confidential.”