The First Lever
The clatter of pots from the ancestral kitchen provided a hollow counterpoint to the hushed, urgent tones of the Shen family in the main dining hall. Luo Chen, relegated to the service passage, could hear Madam Shen’s sharp, decisive voice, punctuated by the smoother, more practiced cadences of Shen Guohai. The auction intermediary, Qin Zhen, spoke in measured, professional terms, his words like a gavel striking against the family’s future. The air in the passage was thick with the scent