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

On Friday morning, Lin Che dealt with three things in his office.

The first task is to review the annual summaries submitted by each department.

He Wei's legal summary was twelve pages long, detailed in content, and formatted correctly. The last page included a timeline of the NMPA inspection, which was very thorough.

Xie Yu's CCPS operation summary was sent from Beijing. It was full of detailed data, with annual curves for the indicators of each city.

Chen Wei's annual summary for the Ark Foundation was just submitted yesterday, and Lin Che opened it and read it through.

It was written very concisely, with each quarter's operational record listed on a single page, without any unnecessary analysis or text.

Three transactions in the first quarter, two transactions in the second quarter, three transactions in the third quarter, and two transactions in the fourth quarter.

Ten operations, ten lines of record, neat and tidy.

Lin Che finished reading the document and closed it without making any comments.

The second task is to verify the weekly operational data of CCPS in each city.

Hangzhou 5138, Beijing 4819, Shanghai 4967, Chengdu 4201.

He has been looking at the data for the four cities every week for almost a year.

Hangzhou is always the highest, Beijing and Shanghai alternate in second and third place, and Chengdu is the most stable.

4201, a slight drop from last week's 4215, but still within the normal fluctuation range.

The third thing is to reply to an external email.

A new pharmaceutical company preparing to join CCPS has sent a preliminary technical integration proposal.

The proposal was eight pages long. Lin Che read through it page by page and marked three places that needed to be modified.

The first issue is data format incompatibility; the second is that the temperature control threshold is set too high; and the third is that the drug coding standard is inconsistent with the CCPS standard.

I sent back three suggestions for revision, and the other party quickly replied, "Received, will revise next week."

The three tasks were completed at 11:30 a.m.

He closed his email and leaned back in his chair.

The office door was half open, and footsteps could be heard occasionally passing by in the corridor.

He Wei said the written feedback from the NMPA inspection has not yet arrived, and it is expected to be next Monday.

It's been six weeks since the Chengdu stamping process started, and there's still no progress.

There was no follow-up after the passport was rejected.

Shen Nan sent the revised version of LM-001 in the morning. He read it but did not reply.

Everything is where it belongs.

He sat for a while, then opened a new blank document.

The cursor is flashing on the first line.

He didn't type.

He was thinking about something.

He didn't go out for lunch; he had his assistant bring back a boxed lunch.

Rice, shredded pork with green peppers, and a scrambled egg.

He ate in his office, and it took him about ten minutes.

After finishing my meal, I threw the lunchbox into the trash can and wiped the table with a tissue.

The blank document was still open, and the cursor was still blinking.

In the afternoon, he held another meeting that lasted an hour, which was an internal discussion on the second batch of cities to be promoted under CCPS.

Those attending the meeting included Xie Yu via video link, as well as two operations managers from Hangzhou.

He didn't say much at the meeting; he spent most of the time listening.

Xie Yu reported on the evaluation progress of the second batch of candidate cities, with Wuhan and Zhengzhou ranking first and second respectively, meeting the standards in terms of technical indicators and policy environment.

After listening, Lin Che said, "Let's put it aside for now and postpone it after the New Year."

Xie Yu nodded on the other end of the video call, without asking why.

The phrase "postponed after the New Year" doesn't need explanation under normal circumstances. It's the end of the year, resources are tight, so a postponement is reasonable.

But Lin Che knew that the real reason he said that wasn't because of resources.

After the meeting ended, he was alone in the office again.

He never closed that blank document.

The cursor has been flashing for almost three hours.

He stood up and walked to the window.

It was late December afternoon in Hangzhou, around 4 p.m., and the sky was beginning to darken.

There was a faint orange hue on the western horizon, the last rays of the sun before it set.

Cars were driving on the overpass in the distance, their taillights forming a broken red line.

He stood by the window, looking at the red line.

The car is moving.

No matter what happens, the cars on the road keep moving.

He's been standing here looking out the window for two weeks now.

Two weeks ago, when he stood here, all he could think about was "how to block it".

How to block signatures, how to block passports, how to block interviews, how to block 92.3% of them.

The answer to every question is the same: let Shen Nan handle it, use the legal framework to block it, use procedural defenses to block it, and use "no response for now" to block it.

It's blocked.

It's temporarily blocked.

But blocking is not the solution.

Blocking is buying time.

If you don't use the time you buy to do something, you're just waiting for the next passive opportunity.

He remembered something the person in room 607 had said.

"92.3% is a very interesting number."

interesting.

There was something in that person's tone when they said "interesting".

It was not a threat, nor was it mockery.

It's an interest.

Professionals' interest in unusual phenomena.

An interested investigator will not stop.

He will keep digging and asking until he gets to the bottom.

What is it?

The bottom line is Abyss.

Lin Che stood by the window, shifting his gaze from the traffic on the overpass to a more distant view.

On the distant horizon, the silhouettes of office buildings faded into shadow in the twilight.

He stood by the window for about five minutes, his mind occupied with something he hadn't done in a long time.

It's not about defense, assessing risks, or calculating what questions will be asked next.

He was thinking about how to play his cards.

Abyss is embedded in the underlying architecture of CCPS.

The reserved field in v3.0 points to it, and the interface for the health data stream is connected to it.

This is a seed that he left at the bottom layer of CCPS.

The seed has not yet sprouted, has not been activated, and has not generated any data.

It simply stood there, waiting quietly.

If the other party continues to investigate the technical architecture of CCPS, they will eventually encounter those two reserved fields.

When you encounter this, you'll ask: Who are these two slots reserved for?

If you follow this question, you'll come across Abyss.

Once Abyss is discovered, it will be evidence.

This proves that Lin Che hid something unrelated to the drug cold chain in the CCPS.

But what if Abyss wasn't discovered, but rather displayed?

Passive discovery and active presentation are two completely different things.

Being discovered means "you are hiding something".

Being shown implies "I am collaborating".

Those who conceal the truth will be held accountable.

Those who collaborate need to be evaluated.

The outcome of the evaluation depends on the value of what you present.

He turned back from the window and sat down at the table.

The blank document is still on the screen.

He moved the cursor to the first line and typed two English letters.

Ab.

Then it stopped.

Backspace, deleted.

It wasn't written here.

He picked up his phone and opened Shen Nan's chat window.

A line of text was entered.

"Is it convenient for us to talk to each other tonight? There's something I want to tell you."

Shen Nan's reply came quickly.

"Is it convenient? What time?"

"Eight o'clock."

"good."

Three messages, six words, less than a minute.

He put down his phone.

The orange hue outside the window has disappeared, and the sky has turned deep blue.

The office buildings in the distance began to light up, one by one, spreading from the ground floor upwards.

He sat at the table, watching the lights outside the window come on.

Then he picked up a pen and wrote a word on a sticky note on the table.

Yellow sticky notes, black pen.

After writing it, I glanced at it, peeled off the sticky note, folded it in half, and put it in my pocket.

Do not leave it on the table.

He closed the blank document.

This time the system asked "Do you want to save?".

He clicked "Don't save".

The document disappeared, just as quietly as it had been for the three-plus hours it existed.

He stood up and picked up his coat.

He paused at the door and glanced back at the office.

The desktop is clean, the computer is off, the cup is in the top left corner, and the calendar is turned to this week.

The little cross for December 7th is still on the calendar.

He looked at the X for a second, then turned off the light.

He needed to think carefully about what to say when the phone call came at eight o'clock.

This wasn't meant for Shen Nan.

A signal was sent to room 607 via Shen Nan.

He was still wondering what that signal was.

But the direction is already clear.

It's not about continuing to block.