Chapter Four: A Dead Man’s Twenty-Million-Credit Debt

For twelve full seconds after Lu Chen listed the lot at twenty million, no one bid. On the Celestial Exchange, twelve seconds was long enough for a company’s fate to die three times. Prism Technologies’ survival probability fell from 0.3 percent to 0.2, then rebounded to 0.4. The red line visible only through Liability Sight grew taut. One end bound the company seal; the other pierced seat 2A and knotted itself around Pei Du’s chest. 【Hidden liability: If Prism dies before 9:00 a.m. Beijing time, “Prophet” will lose an unsettled identity.】 Lu finally understood why Pei had faked his death. Su Mi messaged him. 【Twenty million for twenty-four hours? Are you insane?】 【I’m not selling it to the market. I’m selling it to a dead man.】