On the night he lost his job, Lin Mo received a text from an unknown number:
[“Three meters underground in an abandoned warehouse west of the city lies an original crate of 1960 Maotai, worth millions.”]
At 35, Lin Mo was struggling to breathe beneath the weight of his mortgage, car payments, and his child’s tuition. His cushy middle-management job in the internet industry had vanished overnight, sending his life plummeting to rock bottom.
Was this eerily precise message a lifeline in his darkest hour, or a new trap?
From that day on, Lin Mo received his “Daily Intelligence” right on schedule:
Insider information predicting a stock market crash, a rival’s lost secrets intercepted, even scams and risks threatening his family uncovered in advance... No overnight riches, just careful planning, one step at a time.
He put a middle-aged man’s caution and experience to work, turning every tip into a shield against pitfalls, a shuttle for weaving a web, and a pickaxe for digging up gold.
He danced on the edge of a knife in the capital markets and moved stealthily through the undercurrents of human relations.
Lin Mo knew that this mysterious intelligence was both the key to his comeback and a lure that could invite deadly scrutiny.
Amid the storm, he would use his wits and intelligence to protect the light behind him, the one called “home,” and steadily... rise to the top in this very real world of fame and fortune.
Behind every midnight chime might lie a code that could change his fate, or a warning of an abyss below.
