That same night. Private club, 6th floor, 18 The Bund.
Only one lamp. On the table: a bottle of 1982 Lafite and two documents.
Document one: Shen Yijun's new round Term Sheet, post-money 3 billion RMB, lead investor—Fu Juanzhou's fund.
Document two: a 120 million RMB cashier's check payable to Lin Zhi.
"Choose," Fu Juanzhou swirled the wine. "His life or his money."
Lin Zhi touched neither the wine nor the check.
She pulled a stamped document from her bag and slid it across.
Drag-Along Rights Agreement.
"Neither," she said, soft as a feather. "I want you to drag him in, then sell him to our common enemy—with your own hands."
Fu Juanzhou stared at the page for ten seconds, then burst out laughing.
Shoulders shaking. Finally he leaned in and kissed her, tongue tasting of wine:
"Lin Zhi, you're even crazier than I thought."