“So, what are we talking about here... a buy-one-get-one deal, with a best-friend transmigration package and free shipping?” Lin Wei stared at the completely unfamiliar, childlike face in the bronze mirror, its cheeks a little gaunt from malnutrition. Then she turned to look at Su Jin, who was just as bewildered in her tattered ancient-style dress, and couldn’t help voicing her first out-loud complaint since transmigrating. Just ten minutes earlier, they had been in an antique market in the 21st century, discussing an old rouge box that supposedly “granted wishes.” Su Jin had said, “Weiwei, I wish we could get away from office politics and open a little shop somewhere nobody knows us.” Lin Wei had waved a hand grandly. “Done! You handle the craft, I’ll run the business. We’ll go public in three years and take the company global in five!”
Then... then the box seemed to flash with an eerie light.
When they opened their eyes again, they had become two pitiful girls in ancient times, penniless and about to be dragged off by their wicked relatives to pay off a debt. Su Jin took a deep breath, stifled a scream, and tremblingly grasped Lin Wei’s hand. “W-Weiwei... I think we’ll have to put the IPO plans on hold.” Lin Wei squeezed her hand back. The panic in her eyes quickly gave way to a familiar, eager gleam. “What are you scared of? The plan has changed, but the goal hasn’t! It’s just a new map, and we’re starting from scratch.”
“Remember our motto?” Su Jin froze for a moment, then her gaze grew just as resolute. In unison, they whispered, their voices low but firm: “When sisters stand as one, their strength can cut through gold! Let’s make money! Build our careers! Win our freedom...”
