Xiao Liqun never dreamed that he would be like this.
At the age of twenty-six, the sixth time he started his business, the company only had 87,000 yuan left in its account, which was enough to pay six people's salaries next month. What next? Then there is no more. He sat in the 40-square-meter office and watched the lights in the building opposite go out one by one. It was very similar to his own life in the past few years-it finally came on, and then went out.
What was even more unexpected was that on this night, the elevator door opened and a person walked out.
Lin Zhiqing. His first love in college, the vice president of the student union, the girl who flew to the other side of the ocean without looking back at the airport. Now standing in front of him, wearing a neatly tailored black coat, the watch on his wrist was enough to pay him three months' salary. She came to discuss cooperation, representing the big company that he couldn't reach.
"Long time no see." She said, her tone as calm as saying that the weather is nice today.
He opened his mouth, but not a single word came out.
What happened next was like a ridiculous movie: she became his competitor, but he was extremely embarrassed in front of her. When the company was in the most difficult situation, he squatted on the curb and smoked. The cigarette was extinguished by the rain and he held an umbrella above his head. She handed over a bank card: "I borrowed it from you, and the interest is calculated by the bank."
He doesn't answer. She stuffed the card into his shirt pocket, and the moment her fingertips touched his chest, both of them were stunned.
"You owed me an explanation back then," she said, "Now, I owe you a chance."
