Chapter Two: Every Fortune Has a Price

Su Tang locked the door. Her hands shook, but her voice did not. “You're late.” “I never agreed to come.” “But you came.” She retrieved the old contract. It belonged to Su Ye, eighteen years old, eight million yuan. The boy in the photograph had her eyes. “My brother. Six years ago, seven months after signing, he died on a practice floor. The official finding was congenital heart disease. There is no history of it in our family.” Lu Chen touched the paper. Dark-red words bled through. [Settled: 61 years, 4 months. Beneficiary: Balance Covenant Sports Development Fund.] Eight million yuan had purchased sixty-one years. “What do you see?” Su Tang asked. He told her everything.