In the late autumn of 1997, the cold wind was biting in AO City. Lian Xingcan tightly wrapped his thin coat and handed over his wrinkled resume in the dim employment agency. The resume was caught by Ye Wanxing, and their eyes collided in the dirty air.
The 200,000 yuan they spent selling their old house was as thin as paper in front of their high-tech accessories agency blueprint. The cramped rental house is filled with second-hand instruments, filled with the pungent smell of rosin and solder day and night. On a wet and cold winter night, Lian Xingcan's old injury on her right leg was like a gangrene attached to the bone. When she gritted her teeth and bent over the desk, Ye Wanxing silently handed over the ginger tea and brushed her cold wrist bone with her fingertips.
But agency dreams are as shattered as glass. The upstream broke the contract and stockpiled the goods into scrap metal. Debt collection calls are like death curses. The two of them dragged their last belongings and plunged into the folds of the city. On the steep stairs, Lian Xingcan dragged his injured leg, each step felt like stepping on the tip of a knife. Ye Wanxing bit her lip and supported her with his whole body, the smell of sweat and cheap laundry detergent hanging in his breath. The cubicle is not exposed to light all day long, the walls are stained with mold, and the water pipes whine late at night.
Embarrassment is pervasive. Lian Xingcan often took advantage of the dim light in the corridor to revise his plans, his face as pale as porcelain. One hot summer night, Lian Xingcan curled up on the iron frame bed, his old wounds churning, and his vest soaked with cold sweat. Ye Wanxing wrung out the cold towel, gently covered her frowning eyebrows and hot forehead, and brushed away the sweaty hair on her temples with trembling fingertips. Staring at the stubborn sleeping face in pain, the torrent of sorrow, pity and hot throbbing suddenly broke down the dam of "partner" in Ye Wanxing's heart.
It is this glimmer of light that has set a prairie fire ablaze in the wave of AO City's return. They started by repairing circuit boards, and with Lian Xingcan's whimsy and Ye Wanxing's meticulousness, they opened up the international market.
After the dust has settled, the feelings boiled over by suffering have long been embedded in each other's flesh and blood.
Intention: Hard work will pay off