The richest man started taking advantage of loopholes after joining Alibaba.

On the day of the NMPA inspection, Lin Che spent the entire day at the headquarters of Weiguang.

The inspection team consisted of three people, two men and one woman.

I started looking at each item one by one at 9:30 a.m.

The four components are: cold chain storage facilities, temperature control records, qualification renewal materials, and data compliance audit.

He Wei accompanied her throughout the process, and all the materials were prepared very thoroughly.

The signatures and seals from Hangzhou, Beijing, and Shanghai were all in place, and the self-inspection report was in a standardized format with complete data.

The Chengdu section is marked "In the process of signing and stamping, expected to be submitted later".

The inspection team paused when they saw this line of text and made a mark on the form.

He Wei explained that the Chengdu window system had recently undergone adjustments, which affected the signing process.

The inspection team nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

The mark was made, but no further questions were asked.

This "not asking further questions" bothered Lin Che more than "asking further questions."

Asking follow-up questions means the other party needs more information; not asking follow-up questions means they already know.

The inspection was basically completed by 3 p.m.

The inspection team leader shook hands with Lin Che and said, "The materials are complete, and the follow-up results will be notified in writing."

His eyes looked normal when he said that, without anything unusual.

The three people left, and He Wei saw them downstairs.

Lin Che sat alone in the conference room.

The materials used during the inspection were spread out on the conference table. He Wei had arranged them neatly, and each document had a label and number.

He didn't bother to collect the materials.

He sat there, his hands on the table, looking at the empty chair opposite him.

The inspection is over; this hurdle in our daily work is now cleared.

But his daily work is no longer his biggest problem.

He stood up, walked back to his office, and closed the door.

He was the only one in the office.

The curtains were half-drawn, and afternoon light shone through the gaps, drawing a diagonal line on the floor.

He sat in the chair, neither turning on the computer nor picking up his phone.

He was thinking about something.

He had been thinking about this ever since he left room 607, but he couldn't figure it out.

It's not a question of "how to deal with it," that's being handled by Shen Nan.

It's not a question of "what will happen next," that's beyond his control.

It's something at a more fundamental level.

He wondered: Was he scared?

He hadn't told anyone about this, including Shen Nan.

Shen Nan knew what he was facing, but he didn't know his inner state.

Nobody knows.

It has been more than four years since I was reborn.

Over the course of four years, he made countless decisions, each one calculated and each one within his control.

He has seen risks, handled crises, and faced situations that could wipe everything out.

He handled it very well every time.

But he was never "afraid".

There was tension, vigilance, and caution.

There is no fear.

Because he always knew one thing: he knew several years into the future more than anyone else.

This information gap is the source of all his sense of security.

As long as the information gap exists, he will always be watching the game from outside the chessboard.

It's different now.

The person in room 607 opened the dark blue folder and placed three days on the desktop.

273, 456, 304.

Then turn to the next page and arrange the seven percentages in a column.

68.4, 71.2, 75.8, 82.1, 86.7, 89.4, 92.3.

Then turn to the next page and place an English code on the table.

Who's Ark.

0.917.

92.3% represents the degree of consistency between his white paper and policy documents.

0.917 is the SEC's quantitative assessment of the correlation between the Fangzhou Fund's operating model and policy predictions.

Two numbers, two systems, two independent calculation methods.

One is in the country, and the other is abroad.

One is text comparison, and the other is financial behavior analysis.

Two completely independent lines are drawn from two different directions and intersect at the same point.

That spot was him.

That's what he was afraid of.

It's not because someone is investigating him.

He had long anticipated that he would be investigated; from the very first day the Ark Foundation was established, he knew that sooner or later someone would take notice.

What he fears is "being found out".

It was known that he knew in advance.

This fear is something no one else can understand, because there is no other reborn person in the world.

When a normal entrepreneur is investigated, his fear is that "what I did has been discovered."

That's not what Lin Che is afraid of.

What he feared was the answer to the question, "Why am I able to do these things?"

Because that answer doesn't exist in any of the explanations he could give.

Industry analysis cannot explain 92.3%.

Policy tracking cannot explain the 273-day lead time.

Corporate strategy cannot explain Ark Fund's 0.917.

There is no reasonable explanation.

Besides the truth.

The truth is: he was reborn, and he knows the future.

He could never say that answer.

It's not because nobody believes me when I say it.

It's because he's afraid someone will believe it.

If someone really starts to examine all his decisions from the premise that "he knows the future in advance".

Then everything he did in the past four years will become evidence.

Every advance planning, every precise bet, and every paragraph in every white paper becomes evidence of that hypothesis.

He sat in the chair and felt something he had never experienced before.

cold.

It's not the kind of cold that comes in winter; it's the kind of cold that seeps in from the inside out.

Starting from the chest, it spreads outwards to the limbs, slowly, layer by layer.

My fingertips feel a little numb.

The area of ​​skin on my back that was touching the chair back seemed a little cooler than the rest of my skin.

He looked down at his hands.

My hands weren't shaking, my nails were a normal color, and my palms were dry.

From the outside, nothing looks different.

An observer walking in would only see a person sitting quietly in an office chair, perhaps lost in thought.

But he knew that something inside had cracked open.

That seam represents "fear".

The first time in four years.

He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

The office was quiet, the air conditioner was running at a low volume, and occasionally footsteps could be heard passing by the doorway in the corridor.

He sat with his eyes closed for about five minutes.

The sound of the air conditioner filled the room like white noise.

Someone passed by in the corridor; the footsteps came from the left, went to the right, and disappeared.

Five minutes later, he opened his eyes and picked up his phone.

I sent a message to Shen Nan.

"Shen Nan, 92.3% and 0.917 both point to the same thing, did you know that?"

Shen Nan's reply came slowly, about three minutes later.

"Know."

"Two lines intersect on your body."

Lin Che looked at the two lines of text.

He thought for a moment and typed a line.

"If they actually ask that question, how are you going to answer it?"

Shen Nan's reply was delayed for a while.

This time it took longer, about five minutes.

"I have no idea."

"But I'll find a way."

Lin Che placed his phone on the table.

The light filtering through the curtains had moved to the corner, its color changing from white to pale orange.

The afternoon is almost over.

He stood up, walked to the window, and pulled the curtains open a little.

The sky outside wasn't completely dark yet; there was still a sliver of light in the west.

He stood by the window and looked for about half a minute.

Then I went back to my desk and turned on my computer.

He received a summary of the inspection team's feedback from He Wei in his email, which he read through.

The last line of the summary reads: "The missing materials from the Chengdu branch have been recorded and will be submitted later."

He closed the email and opened the CCPS backend.

The data from all four cities is running.

Hangzhou 5142, Beijing 4827, Shanghai 4981, Chengdu 4215.

The numbers are stable.

The system is still running.

He stared at the four columns of numbers for a long time.

These numbers represent what he built up over four years; behind each number are real medicines, real cold chains, real temperature control, and real patients.

No matter what happens to him, these numbers will keep going.

He shut down the background processes and closed the laptop.