Chapter Four: A Seventy-One-Hour Run

Lu, would you rather explain three hundred million in unlawfully retained deposits, or why drivers' wages financed margin calls for an affiliated fund?” Security arrived behind her. Lu waved them back, but his face darkened. Lin Yan watched Ye Heng. She watched him rather than Lu. His new microexpression skill came alive like a lamp learning to burn. Her anger was genuine. So were the deposits. But when she mentioned the fund, her right thumb pressed the recorder's stop button. That was the allegation she could not prove. “Who sent the documents?” Lin Yan asked. “Someone who cares more about drivers than you do.” “They gave you real statements and inserted one claim you cannot verify.