Chapter Two: One Memory, Ten Million Bids

Behind him came a lawyer, two guards, and Lin's former manager, Chen Dong. Chen's contempt had disappeared. “Mr. Lin, who knew you hid your talent so well?” “Last night you told me to pack my box.” “A misunderstanding.” Zhou He laid a contract on the desk. “The six remaining coins and the wallet's private key. One million yuan, plus forgiveness of all your debt.” “You investigated quickly.” “Capital doesn't need to know what a thing is. It only needs to know where it is before everyone else.” Zhou smiled. “The million is the price of your safe exit, not the price of the coins.” Lin did not sign. The wallet quote had fallen to eighteen thousand. Last night's sacrifice was decaying with time.