Chapter Two: The Creditor's Choice

It had taken the intimacy of hearing his mother. “Stop using it,” Xu Zhi said. “If I stop, Zhou Jiming keeps adding zeros after forty-seven.” His phone rang. Zhou Jiming spoke with polished warmth. “Little brother, one stream burned down a three-hundred-million acquisition. You're finally acting like a Zhou.” “What do you want?” “Tomorrow night, Mingchuan Capital holds a closed auction. The missing first page of your mother's ledger is the winner's prize.” “And your price?” “I want to watch you carry that coin into the choices I made for you.” After he hung up, Xu Zhi said, “An obvious trap.” “Yes.” Zhou Lin looked toward the Zhou tower, its rain-washed glass bright as a blade.