Chapter One: The Ace They Stole

The rain stopped over Qiyun Golf Club just as Lu Chen began his swing. The seventeenth hole measured 187 yards into the wind. Water guarded the front, while the flag hid behind a bunker on the right. Three years ago, Lu Chen would have floated a six-iron high above it. Now an old injury burned through his right wrist, and his only place at the club was as a playing attendant—paid to retrieve the pride of members who could not read a green. “Last ball,” said Gu Lingfeng, the owner's son, swirling his wine. “Put it within five meters and I'll double your tip.” Laughter rose behind the tee. Lu Chen did not turn. There were 472 yuan in his account. His mother's rehabilitation bill, due tomorrow, was three thousand. Pride would have to wait.