Lin Bowen never thought that he would see Su Nian again at his company's Series B financing meeting.
Five years ago, she was the school belle of Peking University's Department of Finance, and he was a poor Ph. D. In Tsinghua's Department of Computer Science. After a thirty-five-yuan meal of spicy hotpot, she said, "We're not suitable," and turned around and disappeared into the sea of people at Wudaokou. Five years later, the bell of Nasdaq listing was still lingering. Lin Bowen, the founder of "Zhifan Technology", was sitting across from the investor's seat, watching the woman in the Armani suit open the folder. Her fingers were as slender as before, and her ring finger was empty.
She wants to invest in his company. He wanted to return what she had said, word for word.
But when she sent a data analysis late at night, accurately pointing out the loopholes in his business model that even the CTO had not discovered; when she drunkenly told the truth about her departure by the West Lake - her father's business failed, her mother was seriously ill, and she did not want to drag him down with an uncertain future, Lin Bowen found that he could no longer hate him.
This is a top-level game between business and emotion, and it is also the story of two proud people who spent five years learning how to love. When the Nasdaq bell rang again, he knelt down on one knee and took out not a diamond ring, but a couple's ring bought at a Wudaokou stall and repaired secretly.
"Back then, you thought about the future for me," he said. "Now, I want to create the future with you."
