Chapter Two: A Million Is Not the Finish Line

[Patent pledged. Redemption window remaining: 23 hours.] “We are not buying a factory,” Shen said. “We are buying back a technology that everyone else has already pronounced dead.” At one that afternoon, workers crowded the entrance of Guoliang Precision, demanding their wages. A white-haired man stood on the steps and bowed to them. “I will sell whatever equipment I can tonight and pay everyone one month first.” “The machines are under court preservation,” the finance manager said tearfully. “We cannot sell them.” The old man seemed to age another decade. Shen crossed the crowd. “Tang Guoliang?” “Which creditor are you?” “I am here to buy your company.” Laughter erupted.