[A fisherman is like smoke, seemingly invisible, but actually entangled.
Song Linxi, the proud son of A University Law School, studied under the masters of commercial law and showed his talents as soon as he entered the top circles. Less than three years after joining the job, he is already in charge of the leading lawyer position of hundreds of millions of investment and financing projects, with an unparalleled reputation...
——Until Haida Cheng, until he met Shen Yanqing.
She was the lead lawyer and Shen Yanqing was the employer's representative in Haida's billion-dollar merger and acquisition case.
The carefully polished document was pushed back for the eighth time, with a bright red annotation: "Lawyer Song, where are your professional qualities?" The ninth draft, which she had stayed up all night for, was nailed to the pillar of shame by her words: "The efficiency is acceptable, but the depth is not enough."
Song Linxi immediately swore: "I will be a dog if I touch her project again."
In the glitzy light and shadow of the celebration banquet, Shen Yanqing leaned against the cold glass curtain wall, with smoke lingering between his fingers and a hook in his words, lazily throwing out the ambiguous bait:
"Lawyer Puppy, do you want to change tonight's terms...?"
Song Linxi closed the computer with a click, his eyes as clear as a blade, piercing the opponent:
"Mr. Shen, we will not accompany you during non-working hours."
The ever-conquering angler in Vanity Fair was caught hanging on the hook he threw for the first time.
Intention: Self-respect is the right way.