Chapter Three: The City Watches Him Rise

"By the way, I backed up the secretary's payment records you told Zhou Xu to delete." Zhou Xu's pupils contracted. "Relax." Chenzhou patted his shoulder. "It isn't time to submit them yet." He left them beneath the pale corridor lights and walked toward the celebration. At eleven that night, he returned to his newly rented office. There was no champagne, only debt schedules, player contracts, and an email from Su Qinghe, founder of Touchline Data. *Your prediction of Donggang's substitution and passing habit was not luck. My company has data you need. You have capital I need. Eight tomorrow morning?* Chenzhou stared at the name.