An Ordinary Question for the Board

The board demonstration hall could seat two hundred, but today it held twelve chairs. Each represented more power than Lin had ever imagined. Zhou Jiming sat in the center and gestured toward the last seat. “Our young hero. Relax. We merely want the directors to see Oracle's real capabilities.” Lin had no nameplate, only a guest laptop cut off from the internal network. He was not here for a reward. He was living evidence of last night's scandal—and a convenient temporary shield. The product chief asked Oracle to analyze markets, generate code, and plan a supply chain. Its answers were elegant. Accuracy on the wall remained above ninety-five percent.