Chapter Three: The Zero Auction

Mingchuan Capital's closed auction had no catalog—only five bidders and five locked phones. It occupied the forty-seventh floor of Zhou Tower. Executives who once avoided Zhou Lin now stopped to watch him. Haiyue still dominated the news, and a three-hundred-million acquisition had evaporated overnight. The penniless illegitimate son wore a secondhand suit Chen Man had found at a resale market. Zhou Jiming sat before a window overlooking half of Haizhou. “Nice suit,” he said. “It suits your current value.” “At least I paid for it myself.” Three bidders chuckled. Jiming's eyes chilled, then his smile returned. The asset was a fifteen-percent preferred income interest in the South City Logistics Park.