When the Level Six list went up, the first name wasn't Cheng Lidong's. It belonged to the director's nephew, the one even Fang Tie couldn't file smooth. He set his file down on the vise and said he never left a rough edge on the job overnight. But when he turned around, he saw his daughter crouched on the doorstep, counting the cuts on his hands. Beneath the name that had been crossed off, another list was waiting.
