The Seventh Bronze Medal

On a rainy night in Niu Yue, Lin Chen, a postdoctoral fellow in physics, received a file from his missing senior brother: 317 nameless corpses, six invisible killing lines, chips, oil, finance, intelligence, diplomacy, and manufacturing. Article 7 of the file was torn out. He returned to Shencheng and saw the yield rate being controlled inch by inch by someone from thousands of miles away in the chip factory of his friend Zhao Zhu. In the B-17 cabinet in the basement of Shencheng University, he saw the manuscript and seven bronze medals written by his mentor Zhang Jingzhi over twenty years. Six are engraved with names, and the seventh is blank. Xinlingshe, an organization that does not appear on any list. The net has seven lines, twelve intersections, and at least thirty-eight people. And the person at the helm must be in the boat. The seventh person is in China. Three generations, one line. Zhang Jingzhi chased him for twenty years and Su Yan chased him for ten years, but they both disappeared. Now, it was Lin Chen's turn to catch it.