Dine and Dash with the Capital's Heir, and We Both Land in Jail

Everyone in our circles says I'm a top-tier star in venture capital, a Wall Street hotshot who stepped down, while He Zong is a young master from Beijing's elite circles slumming it for the experience.

Tonight, we're at a top French restaurant, drinking wine that costs a hundred thousand yuan and talking big about multibillion-yuan international projects.

The mood is perfect, until the waiter brings us a bill for 186,000 yuan.

He Zong tosses down a black card. “Put it on mine.”

The machine beeps an alarm: [This card has been frozen.]

I smile and pull out a platinum card. “Put it on mine.”

The machine alarms again: [Insufficient funds.]

Ten minutes later, the two of us are sitting in a police station in bespoke suits, staring at each other.

My eyes redden as I curse him. “Aren't you the young master of Beijing's elite?!”

He Zong snaps back, “I got kicked out of my house two weeks ago with not a cent to my name! Did you rent that outfit by the hour?! There's a damn hole in your crappy sock!”

Two broke guys put on a show for each other, only to get detained at the station because we can't pay the bill.

I thought this was rock bottom, until black-market debt collectors came after us. Forced to sign contracts of servitude, we infiltrate the real elite circles as “powerful aristocrats” to steal their secrets.

No money? We fake it. No power? We bluff.

Later, our pretend act turns real, and we tear through the entire world of wealth and fame.

On the night of our victory banquet, He Zong pins me to the sofa in our cheap rental and bites my ear. “Auditor Lin, shouldn't that 186,000-yuan dinner bill be repaid another way?”

[Double identity reveals + black eats black + mutual acting and one-upmanship + equally matched leads + two broke guys tear through the world of wealth and fame]

[Extremely stingy, sharp-tongued ice queen auditor bottom vs. outrageously tough, down-and-out young master top with off-the-charts fighting skills]