Wen Nian, twenty-five years old, graduated from a prestigious school, and is currently the CEO of a start-up company that is on the verge of bankruptcy. The good news: She started the company with three of her best friends from college. Bad news: The company's assets are only three second-hand computers and half a box of instant noodles, and it can't even pay next month's rent. The team configuration is as follows: A technical master with thick hair but low emotional intelligence. He writes more poems in the code than he speaks to real people. A market genius, his PPTs are flashy and he can sell combs to monks, but he is afraid that he will have to drink two ounces before meeting investors. A designer with artistic responsibility and first-class aesthetics, he is immersed in his own world every day. Deadline is the only spell that can wake him up. And, Wen Nian, an all-around nanny-type CEO, is responsible for finding money, people, and directions, and occasionally does toilet repairs and psychological counseling part-time. In the first year of starting their business, they were rejected by investors thirty-seven times, their products were copied three times, and the team was on the verge of breaking up. When he was at his poorest, the four of them shared a bowl of Lanzhou Ramen. Wen Nian gave the only beef to the programmer, "Eat more, and I have to stay up late tonight to fix bugs." When he was at his most desperate, the big factory next door sent an acquisition offer, with a hint of charity and arrogance. Wen Nian looked at the red eyes of his partners, smiled and tore up the agreement: "Wait a moment, our story has just begun." This is a story about ideals, passion and friendship. There is no windfall from the sky, no help from the boss, only a group of clumsy young people, using the simplest efforts, trying to light a fire of their own in the reinforced concrete jungle.
