Su Wan thought that her life would be like the rice paper she wrote on, quietly laid out in the fragrance of Wen Xinzhai's ink until her death.
Until that day, Fu Yunshen brought a cold acquisition contract, like a sophisticated machine, to crush her entire world into data and profits.
He is the helmsman of Lingyun Technology, a man who stands at the pinnacle of capital, and is accustomed to measuring everything with money.
He said: "Miss Su, nostalgia is the most useless emotion. I'll give you a price you can't refuse."
Su Wan smiled. She picked up a pen and wrote two words on the back of the multi-million contract - "No sale."
She thought this was going to be a fight, but she didn't expect that the man who only believed in code and business logic would stop in front of her window on a quiet rainy night just to watch her finish writing.
Later, the entire business world was shocked.
The decisive Fu Yunshen actually gave up a tens of billions project for an unknown study.
Friends asked him if he was crazy.
Fu Yunshen looked at the slender figure in the distance tending flowers and plants in the sun, and his voice was gentler than ever before.
"I just... Want to buy a piece of calligraphy that cannot be bought, and want to retain the scent of ink that cannot be retained."
Small Theater
One day, Mr. Fu spent a lot of money to buy an ancient inkstone and gave it to Su Wan.
Su Wan: "No reward for no merit."
Mr. Fu: "This is the betrothal gift."
Su Wan: "..."
Mr. Fu: "Not enough? Then I'll give you myself too."
This is a story about persistence and change, the collision of cold capital and warm writing. He wanted to buy her land, but he didn't want to, and in the end, her heart took over.
