Chapter 7
By nine-thirty, the freeze notice had been copied twice and pinned beside the dinner board like a body tag. The stark white paper, official and unforgiving, seemed to drain the color from the room.
Liang Chen stepped into the ancestral restaurant and felt the room’s shame hit him before anyone spoke. The front hall was full of supplier men in damp jackets, each of them holding a delivery slip instead of a greeting. On the lacquered board