With the knife on my neck, the scumbag ran away, and I became the most miserable abandoned woman in history, Lu Pheasant.
I, Lin Zhao, the devilish investment banker who just finished ringing the bell on Nasdaq, will never accept my fate.
The Chu army commander put his sword at his throat. I neither cried nor made a fuss. I faced the sword and discussed the valuation: "Kill me and you are only worth a jug of wine. If you keep me, I will give you a Marquis's venture capital!"
Xiang Yu was so murderous that I looked down on him and said, "Crying and cursing won't buy you a retreat, but my delaying strategy will. This is an exchange, not a betrayal."
28 Months later, Liu Bang came to pick me up with his new wife, Mrs. Qi, and prepared a script for dealing with the crying wife.
But I didn't give him a chance to go on stage.
I handed over the "Five-year Strategic Plan of the Han Dynasty" and Mrs. Qi's "Labor Contract": "The harem is a cost center, and I have turned her into a productive asset. If she insists on palace fighting, I will activate the non-compete clause and soft power sanctions."
The scumbag was confused: You have changed.
I smiled: I evolved.
Killing pigs? Too inefficient. I ordered Mrs. Qi to be exiled to the Huns to teach dancing, and asked her to watch her son call me Zhongmu. She was not worth paying attention to in my business territory.
The highest form of revenge is not to make the other person suffer, but to make her irrelevant.
Don't rely on quarrels, rely on KPIs; don't rely on palace fights, rely on systems.
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