The neon lights on a rainy night cut the streets of Jiangcheng into broken spots of light. Su Wanxing clutched the medical certificate in her hand, her fingertips turned white, and the rain mixed with tears slid down her cheeks. Her father was hospitalized due to a sudden myocardial infarction, and the cost of surgery and follow-up treatment was hundreds of thousands. She had just graduated and was working as an assistant in a small design company, and her meager salary was not even a drop in the bucket. Relatives and friends shunned him, and bank loans were repeatedly rejected. When he was desperate, a strange text message popped up on his cell phone. The content was brief but undeniably powerful: "At eight o'clock in the evening, we are in the president's office on the top floor of the Li Group. Let's discuss a deal that can save your father.
