Daxin had been with the company a long time. He knew they were in trouble. The books just didn't add up, and he couldn't figure out where the loss was coming from. A renowned Chinese family, they had been shipping for a long time - anything they could move by rail. Sodium dichlofenyl acetate, US steel, slurm concentrate, or pulp and paper shipments. They had a reputation for being the best!
The discrepancy started a few months ago. Parts of shipments went missing. And not at the buyers end. In the rail yard. Under their noses.
He sipped his coffee, fighting back the anger and frustration. He was an accountant! Trained by the best using the techniques of his great great great ancestors! He was responsible for balancing the accounts! Him! Daxin!
He turned his eyes back to the security footage, wiping the sleep from his tired eyes. Four days without proper sleep trying to find the key to sneaking out the cars, and he was feeling the effects. That was when he noticed the discrepancy. Quickly, he called up the last photo of the yard. The lamps kept everything illuminated, but it was still the blackest of nights. But this time he wasn't looking around the rail cars - he was looking AT the rail cars. The answer was right there all along! Grabbing his jacket, Daxin ran out to call his father. He had preserved the family honour! The two images shone out into the darkened room, sharing their taunting message at him.
Below is the image taken from the West facing camera over the rail yard at 1:34 am, Pacific Standard Time.
Below is the West facing image of the same camera over the same rail yard roughly 54 minutes later, at 02:28 am, Pacific Standard Time.
