Chapter Three: The Zero Auction

He did not regret the wager. For the first time, however, victory frightened him. As the elevator doors closed, Jiming called after him. “What you stole disappears at dawn. Without the Zhou family, you still have nothing.” Zhou Lin held the doors open and raised the ledger of forty-seven names. “You think inheritance is a cake, so you fear I came back for a slice. Today I understood what my mother left me.” “Not a share.” “A claim.”