Chapter Three: Eight Hundred Sixty Thousand Steals Thirty Million

“This is evidence of Xuanheng's shareholder rights. If it's false, I accept criminal liability for fraud.” Jiming glanced at her. The badge was not technically a share certificate. She was forcing everyone—including herself—to commit. The old worker studied it. “What is President Gu to you?” “My mother.” “Come with me.” His name was Han Shouyi, one of Hengchuan's first technicians. Before leaving twelve years ago, Gu Minglan had given him an instruction: if someone carrying the black balance ever returned, take her to the old chairman's office. The safe had been forced open. It was empty. Zhao leaned against the doorframe. “Finished with the fairy tale? Would Miss Shen like to inspect the cracks in the walls?”