An Ordinary Question for the Board

Xu kept her job and gave Lin the full routing record. “Someone requested the tuned build a month ago,” she whispered. “The authorization didn't come from Product. It came from the vice president's office.” Behind a glass wall, Zhou Jiming watched them. He raised his cup to Lin in a silent toast. That evening, Su placed an old, yellowed business card on Lin's desk. The name read Tang Yue. “Three years ago, Oracle had another name,” she said. “Tang designed its underlying architecture, then resigned without warning. The temp_patch interface you found last night follows his old specification.” Lin did not tell her that his reward had pointed to the same man. “Why are you helping me?”