Chapter Three: The Price of an Apex

Shen Yan did not sleep. Eight million yuan sat in the living room like a wall against poverty. He subtracted his mother's mortgage, the unpaid postproduction costs on Lin Wan's documentary, six years of missing benefits, and the deposit Duoduo's treatment required. Most of it remained. Lin Wan pinned the auction fragment to the wall. “Someone is waiting for you to keep shooting. He Xiao wasn't an accident. Maybe Duoduo wasn't either.” “The flash fired itself.” “Which is worse. Gu knows the rules, entered our home, and listed the seven minutes before you agreed to anything. Every time you press the shutter, he gets another product.” “If I don't, what happens to Duoduo?”