The Ninety-Minute Reversal

Su Qinglan, standing in the doorway, looked at him seriously for the first time. At nine that morning, group vice president Zhou Jiming awoke in a suite after the launch party. He read the report and asked neither about the loss nor Wei Dong. Pointing at Lin Mo's name, he told his secretary, “Bring me everything from the last twenty years of this intern's life.” “Compliance may object.” “Then make it compliant.” Zhou lifted his coffee, smiling. “And invite him to today's board demonstration.” Oracle's black interface flashed on Lin's phone. [HIGH-INTENSITY ATTENTION DETECTED.] [NEXT CHALLENGE BEGINS IN TWO HOURS.]