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

The day before departure.

Lin Che sat at the table organizing materials.

Three folders are laid out on the desktop, arranged from left to right in the order they are displayed.

The first is modifying logs and timestamps, the second is historical prediction records, and the third is a real-time demonstration scheme.

He started from the first page and flipped through the pages one by one, making sure that every single one was there and that the order of each one was correct.

He paused when he turned to the seventh page of the first folder.

This page is a screenshot of Abyss's edited log, with the timestamp being January 3, 2020.

That day, Abyss made her first independent modification, and the log recorded the changes and the triggering conditions.

This timestamp is two weeks earlier than the release date of the first white paper.

He pulled out that page and placed it at the very beginning of the folder.

If you only have one chance to show someone a piece of paper, this is it.

The second folder can be flipped through more quickly.

Historical prediction records are sorted by time, with each record indicating the prediction date and the actual result.

He counted them; there were twenty-three.

The earliest one is from two years ago, and the most recent one is from last month.

Nineteen out of twenty-three predictions were completely accurate, while the other four were within two days of each other.

no problem.

He didn't open the third folder.

He wrote three versions of the live demonstration plan. The first version was too conservative, the second version was too radical, and the final version was the third version that he revised the night before last.

Open this folder when you get there.

The sound of high heels echoed down the corridor.

The rhythm was even, neither too fast nor too slow, and every step was perfectly timed.

He Wei appeared at the door, holding a transparent file bag with two A4 sheets of paper inside.

"President Lin."

Lin Che looked up.

"The compliance report has been completed simultaneously, with no abnormalities."

She paused for a moment when she said that.

It doesn't stop after "No abnormalities", but between "Synchronization completed" and "No abnormalities".

It paused for less than a second.

Then the words "no abnormalities" appeared.

Lin Che glanced at her.

"Put it on the table."

He Wei placed the transparent file bag on the left side of the desktop, some distance away from the three folders.

She glanced at the things on the table as she put them down.

There were three folders, with the cover labels facing up. She glanced at them for less than a second, then turned and walked away.

She paused at the door, as if she wanted to turn around and say something.

Did not say.

The sound of high heels faded away down the corridor, the rhythm unchanged, still so even.

She walked to her workstation, sat down, and turned on her computer.

There is a folder on the desktop with no name and the same icon as other folders, mixed in with a bunch of everyday files.

She clicked on it, and there was a document inside titled "Anomaly Observation".

There are already two records in the document.

The first entry was from three months ago; I remember that the Chengdu stamp hadn't been used for six weeks.

The second entry was from two months ago; it states that Lin Che did not arrive at the office on time for four consecutive days.

She clicked on the third item, and the cursor blinked for a few seconds.

Then she started typing, not very fast, carefully considering each word.

Lin Che had no idea what He Wei was doing.

He was looking at something on the table.

Three folders and one transparent file bag.

He was checking to make sure nothing was missed.

Then he saw it.

On the right side of the desktop, near the base of the lamp, there is a stack of papers.

White A4 paper, neatly stacked, unbound, without a cover.

He hadn't noticed it before.

Lin Che picked up the stack of papers.

The paper was still flat, without any creases, and it must have been on the table for less than a day.

I flipped through it; it was page thirteen.

Song typeface, size 4, line spacing 1.5.

There is no title, no author, and no date.

The format of his three folders was completely different from his own.

He didn't know who put it there.

He had tidied the things on the table last night, and this stack of papers wasn't there then.

He Wei came by once this morning to deliver a compliance report, but the compliance report was in a transparent file bag, not this one.

Besides He Wei, he didn't notice who else had entered the office this morning.

However, not many people have access to the v3.0 architecture data.

He started reading from the first page.

The content is about the data flow analysis of the reserved slots in v3.0.

The backend write records for the two fields, totaling nine months of data, point to an unnamed underlying module.

It's written in great detail, with data supporting each step; it's not speculation, but the result of tracking.

Pages five through nine contain the input/output table for that module, three pages long, densely packed with data.

When he got to page nine, he flipped back to page six and checked a number.

Right.

The tone is restrained, and the words are precise, as if the writer deliberately suppressed a certain judgment and only presented the facts.

The last four pages contain questions.

Instead of stating "What is this?", it says "Further confirmation of function definition and authorization source is required".

He read the sentence twice.

Lin Che watched for about ten minutes.

From page one to page thirteen, not a single page was skipped.

After reading it, I learned two things.

First, the person who wrote this is very technically skilled.

Second, the person who wrote this did not sign their name.

After reading it, he put the thirteen pages together, aligned the corners, and ran his finger along the edges of the paper.

There were no labels written on it.

He picked up the briefcase on the table and unzipped it.

The three folders have been placed inside, arranged in order, with the labels facing up.

The transparent file bag was also put in, sandwiched between the first and second folders.

He placed the thirteen pages at the very bottom, below the three folders.

He pressed the paper flat with his palm when he placed it to make sure the edges didn't curl up.

Zip it up.

The briefcase bulged a little, not much, just the thickness of thirteen extra pages.

He held the briefcase upright by its handle and placed it in the center of the table.

The sky outside the window was still bright.

In Hangzhou in December, the sun sets around 5 p.m., and it's about 3:30 p.m. now.

There's still a day and a half left.

Lin Che stood up and walked to the window.

I didn't look at the elevated road; I looked at the distant skyline.

The glass curtain walls of several tall buildings reflected the light, shining brightly, as if someone were holding a mirror far away.

There was a thin layer of clouds on the horizon, not thick, letting in the light.

He returned to the table and sat down.

I glanced at the briefcase.

The zipper is zipped up tightly, so the contents won't fall out.

I'm going to Beijing tomorrow.

2 PM the day after tomorrow, 607.

This is the fourth time I've entered that room.

Everything on the table has been put away.

All that remained were a pen and He Wei's transparent file folder.

He hasn't looked at the compliance report in the file folder yet.

He noticed the less than one-second pause before the words "no abnormalities".

But now is not the time to think about that.

There's only one thing I need to think about right now.

He put the pen in the drawer and turned off the desk lamp.

The office darkened, with only the light from outside the window shining in.

The outline of the briefcase was clearly visible on the table, and the metal buckle of the zipper reflected a little light.

Inside were three folders, a compliance report, and a thirteen-page document left by an unknown person.