Chapter Two: Memory Is the Commission

With Zhiwei's account frozen, even her deposit had been anonymously covered by Linchuan. Under a floodlight, gray-market auctioneer He Chenzhou called it an ordinary possession recovered from a disaster victim. The price raced to six million. The final paddle belonged to Xie Yutang, publicly acknowledged as Obsidian's sole heiress. She looked across the crowd at Zhiwei. “You found a counterfeit sheet and thought you could enter the Xie family?” Zhiwei raised no paddle. With ten seconds left on Shiguang's timer, she pressed BUY NOW. Pay one yuan. Confirm payment of memory. Every light went out. Glass shattered. A gun fired. Someone drove Zhiwei down as the bullet passed above her. Familiar cedar surrounded her.