Tianhuan Group Building, 72nd floor, Risk Control Department.
The air-conditioning from the central air conditioner cuts through the open office area evenly, suppressing the sound of keyboards and breathing to a minimum.
Ji Lingchuan sat at his workstation, his fingertips beating on the mechanical keyboard. What scrolled on the screen was not a quarterly report, but a real-time urban traffic data stream disguised as a code window. He wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses with no prescription on the bridge of his nose. The lenses filtered the blue light from the monitor and concealed the calculation in his eyes, making him look like a harmless technical geek who was incompatible with the elites in suits and ties around him.
