The third bottle of Maotai has been opened on the wine table.
Ye Yu held the cup and looked at Chen Mo across from him with a smile, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes widening: "Old Chen, are these ten years worth it?"
"It's worth it!" Chen Mo stood up, with his suit buttons open and tie tilted to one side, his face as red as a monkey's butt, "Brother Yu, let me tell you, from the moment we were eating instant noodles in the rental house, I knew you were a fucking talent!"
A circle of people nearby started to boo, and words such as "Mr. Ye is mighty", "Mr. Chen is domineering", "two swords combined" were flying into the sky. Ye Yu wanted to laugh after hearing this, talent? What kind of talent is he? It's just that I stayed up a few more nights than others, lost a few more hairs, and lost a few more smiles.
But today is different.
Today is the day when their company goes public. At the moment the bell rings, Ye Yu stands in the hall of the exchange, watching their company's stock code beating on the electronic screen above his head, and his mind goes blank. Ten years of hard work has finally come to an end.
