The Billionaire's Multiplier System

For three days, the city seemed unusually still.

Not the calm of peace—but the brittle quiet that came before a storm. Like oxygen holding its breath.

The revelations Lin Feng unearthed had begun leaking into expert circles. A few whistleblowing accounts—not officially connected to him—began releasing excerpts of land fraud data. Screenshots of ritual-ledger overlap, red-stamped approvals by now-disgraced bureaucrats, and even partial connections to foreign cultural funds began circulating across encrypted university networks.

It didn’t matter whether the public yet understood.

The intellectual elite—planners, legacy families, and key bureaucrats—did.

And they were unsettled.

In a villa in the upper eastern district, a cluster of retired city architects met for the first time in years. They whispered about Cassandra’s installations—how her commissioned sculptures often mimicked the geometry of old state power sites. A few grew pale when one academic explained that many of those installations were subtly aligned with the bloodlines of pre-reform landlords—once enemies of the people.

One of them asked quietly, "Is this... an undoing of our memory?"

Across the river, a junior media executive who once helped pitch Keller’s "Civic Unity Initiative" resigned, posting only a cryptic note:

"We were not building bridges. We were repaving graves."

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In the midst of it all, Lin Feng received a message.