Chapter 1: Ironclad Barracks, K-Lines as Borders, The Art of War as Soul
At 4:30 in the morning, the dawn fog over Binhai City hung low like a curtain, wrapping the securities office in its embrace. Lin Chen carried a worn canvas bag on his back and clutched a thread-bound copy of The Art of War. The five characters on its cover, "War is the way of deception," had been rubbed until they gleamed. The moment he pushed open the office's back door, the tapping of keyboards rang out like a volley of arrows. Old Chen was already seated in a corner, the computer screen before him serving as his command tent. The candlestick chart resembled a range of mountain fortresses, the volume bars like stacked armor and provisions, and the red and green MACD indicators
