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Prologue: Signals of a Rift
November 23, 2024, 5 AM.
On a cold, crisp morning, a hint of tension fills the air. The neon lights outside gradually dim, symbolizing the end of the night, while another silent storm is quietly brewing. CZ sits at his desk, his gaze fixed on the screen, where the familiar black interface shows Musk's account avatar prominently.
He took a deep breath, his finger hovering over the mouse, his gaze icy, and pressed the “Unfollow” button.
This is not a momentary impulse. For months, CZ has been observing Musk's words and actions, especially his frequent market manipulation via tweets. One sentence can make the market boil, while another can leave countless people bankrupt. And Musk stands at the center of the public opinion vortex, as if everything is within his control, yet CZ feels an indescribable sense of distance.