The glass doors of the Taichu Cooperative Bank slid open with a whisper.
Lin Mo walked out onto the sunlit stone terrace, followed by Su Wan, Chu Lingxiao, Tie Niu, and Little Guo’er. The afternoon air on Galactic Wall Street smelled of warm cedar, flowering jasmine, and freshly baked sweet rolls from the corner bakery.
Down at the main intersection, the chrome traffic whistles were blowing in frantic, rhythmic bursts.
Lin Mo leaned against the polished brass handrail, watching the seven neon-yellow vests dart back and forth across the crosswalk.
“Let’s go down and inspect our star pupils,” Lin Mo said, a faint, amused smirk playing on his lips.
Tie Niu laughed, slapping his massive thigh with a sound like a bass drum.
“Boss, I want to see Jin Suanpan’s face up close,” Tie Niu said, chuckling loudly. “Back during the banking crisis, that old fox tried to seize my family’s heirloom tractor to cover an overdraft fee. He told me that compound interest was a law of physics. I want to see how he likes holding a traffic lollipop.”
Chu Lingxiao finished her boba tea with a loud slurp.
