At the top of the cocoon chamber, the Star Chart projection on the ceiling suddenly fractured into chaos, the trajectory of the meteorite shower from four hundred years ago rearranging itself in the real world.
On the holographic screens in New York's Times Square, Guan Yao’s image overlapped with Zhang Shuli’s smiling face. She raised the fountain pen that had borne witness to the truth, its nib tracing the pattern of the Big Dipper across the air. "Capital can buy media and manipulate markets, but it will never buy the truth found in millions of pairs of eyes."
As her voice fell, trading accounts for Yaoguang Bio around the globe lit up with green light simultaneously. It was the light of justice ignited by the fingertips of millions of retail investors—brighter than any quantum algorithm, more eternal than four hundred years of capital conspiracies.
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