Chapter One: Seventy Million That Wasn't Mine

His phone was not. It now held hundreds of photographs: Marina Bay, a yacht, a finance summit. Lin appeared in every one. Twenty-seven unknown contacts had entered his address book, and a group titled CHANGQING CAPITAL—MANAGEMENT was pinned at the top. A bank message arrived: Dear Mr. Lin, the annual review of account 0909 is complete. Current balance: RMB 12,640,000.00. He hurried into the nearest branch. After checking his identification, the teller asked, “Will that be from your private account as usual, President Lin?” “When did I open it?” “Three years ago. Your guarantor was Mr. Gu Changqing.” Lin took out the lottery ticket. The first number, once black, had faded as if washed by water.