Chapter Two: A One-Pixel Target

He did not use Tomorrow Layers. With his own hands, he reconstructed the missing edge, repainted the refraction, and preserved the emerald’s natural flaws. Two hours later, it looked expensive because it looked real. “From now on,” the client said, “Mr. Lin handles our images.” After the meeting, Zhou blocked the elevator. “I’ll make you return ten times what you took today.” “The ¥180,000 wasn’t something I took,” Lin replied. “It was something I took back.” For the first time, he understood that even without the impossible program, he was not powerless. Then he returned to his leaking attic. The landlord ordered him out by morning.