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I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the Securities Business Department, my fingertips unconsciously rubbing against the Jade Pendant in my suit pocket. Outside the glass curtain wall, the neon lights of Lujiazui flickered to life in the dusk, reminiscent of the last explosion I had seen in my past life.
As the numbers on the electronic screen began to fluctuate violently, a familiar burning sensation suddenly surged up my back— Jade Pendant was heating up again.
"Mr. Lin, are you sure you want to short the new energy sector?" The client manager confirmed for the third time, and I noticed his hand trembling as he adjusted his glasses.
In this twenty-eight-year-old body, a forty-year-old soul sneered coldly. Three days ago, I had deliberately "messed up" and spilled coffee in front of him, which indeed exposed flaws in that acquisition plan.
When the bell of Nasdaq echoed across the Pacific, the soaring account balance cast a bloody reflection on my retina. I clutched the scorching Jade Pendant and rushed into the restroom, where the pale face staring back at me in the mirror flushed with a sickly red.
On that stormy night in my past life, Chen Hao had used this insider information to force me onto the rooftop.
"Young Master, the old master wants you in the study." Uncle Wang's voice was always as smooth as the Qinghua Porcelain he polished, warmth concealing years of cracks.
I deliberately folded a corner of the third page of the proposal, and sure enough, my grandfather's finger paused there for a full ten seconds while he adjusted his reading glasses. When he struck the huanghuali tabletop with his dragon-headed cane, a wave of sandalwood mixed with memories of blood suddenly flooded my nostrils—twenty years ago, he had used that very cane to sweep my father's portrait into the fireplace.
Lin Hai clapping at the board meeting resembled a rattlesnake poised to strike. I pretended not to see the reflection of his assistant's phone camera but "accidentally" spilled iced Americano on that person's tailored suit after the meeting.
In the surveillance footage, as he bent down to wipe away the oil stain, my hidden mini camera in my sleeve captured his scorpion tattoo on the nape of his neck—exactly like that of the driver who had crashed into me in my past life.
"Have you been frequenting the second-hand market in South City lately?" Sophie pushed over a latte, her fingertip grazing my hand with a pressure that felt both probing and warning.
I smiled and swallowed down the scalding coffee, allowing Jade Pendant to sear a dark red mark on my chest. She wouldn’t know that among those seemingly random old books lay stock transfer documents from before the Wang family went bankrupt.
As Uncle Wang brewed tea, steam rose from the spout of his purple clay teapot, and I caught sight of an old knife scar on his thumb. When he "accidentally" knocked over my Genealogy document for the fifth time—placed deliberately at the edge of the table—the creaking sound from an old camphor wood box in the attic conveniently masked the activation sound of my recording pen hidden inside my suit pocket.
Jade Pendant suddenly felt a fever at midnight, and in his dream, the blood-soaked ledger beneath the floor of his grandfather's study was screaming.
"Blockchain is nothing more than the tulip of the new era."
I swirled my champagne at the venture capital dinner, catching a glimpse of Lin Hai's Adam's apple bobbing violently.
When the girl in the Starry Sky Dress "accidentally" twisted her ankle, my hand, which was supporting her waist, brushed against the miniature sensor hidden in her corset.
The faint scent of roses behind her ear was the same perfume used by Chen Hao's mistress in a past life.
Recently, Jade Pendant would start to feel feverish at exactly three in the morning, and those fragmented images began to piece themselves together: the yellowed birth certificate hidden in the dark compartment of his grandfather's study, Uncle Wang's trembling flames as he burned paper money in the ancestral hall late at night, and the DNA comparison progress bar decoding on Sophie's computer.
When I found a tombstone with an unfamiliar name in the family cemetery, Lin Hai's Crocodile Leather Shoes were crushing white chrysanthemums scattered on the ground amidst the sound of footsteps in the pouring rain.
The wind at the top of the Securities Building carried the scent of Huangpu River, and I loosened my tie, letting the first autumn rain after my rebirth soak through the financial statements.
Suddenly, blood-red patterns emerged on my palm, clearly resembling the equity structure chart of the Lin Family Group.
As the distant clock at customs chimed, I raised my wine glass toward the void, and the dark red liquid reflected the overlapping killing intent of past and present.
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