Chapter 573: The First Day and the Last Day The roar of a motorcycle tore through the afternoon heat wave in Beijing. Zhou Yimin took off his goggles, sweat trickling down his forehead along the marks left by the dark lenses. He patted the oiled paper wraps tied to the back seat of the bike. The marbled mutton inside was still frost-dusted, and another bag of rock-hard frozen tripe glinted coldly in the sunlight. Looking up at the mottled brick walls of the Siheyuan, he heard the ivy leaves…