The digital trading clock on the wall of the Taichu War Room ticked to nine in the morning.
Outside the eighty-eighth floor panoramic windows of the Cloud-Crown Sanctuary Tower, thick grey storm clouds rolled low over the Tianhai skyline.
Inside the room, twenty high-resolution monitors lined the central wall. Su Wan stood at the head of the mahogany conference table, her expression tense as she monitored real-time market data. Beside her, Shen Qiaoqiao tapped rapidly on an encrypted legal terminal.
[Target: Su Wan. Goodness Score: 95/100. Chief Executive Officer, peerless corporate organizer.]
[Target: Shen Qiaoqiao. Goodness Score: 91/100. Chief Legal Counsel, fearless defender of public justice.]
“Chairman Lin,” Su Wan called out, pointing to a cascade of crimson numbers dropping across the main index. “The morning market just opened. The Three Clans are dumping everything.”
Lin Mo leaned back in his leather chair, holding a warm porcelain cup of Longjing green tea. Little Guo’er sat on a plush cushion nearby, happily peeling a mandarin orange.
“What are they selling, Su Wan?” Lin Mo asked calmly.
