Three months later, Lin Zhi was already able to finish a bottle of sake by himself without getting drunk.
She was sitting in the membership-based bar in Xintiandi, with a tissue spread out in front of her. On it was a line of words written in lipstick:
Quotation sheet for soulmates
Stay up late with me to revise the plan for free
"Accompany Me to Meet Investors for free.
Start a business with me for free
Stay poor with me for free
I have money now. You go. 5 million as a breakup fee.
This is the "love letter" that Shen Yijun wrote to her by hand back then.
She still felt romantic at that time.
Now I just find it ridiculous.
Under the dim light of the bar, someone raised a glass to her.
It's Tang Shi, a newly recruited 95s editor and partner in her studio.
The little boy has an idol drama face, but he has dyed his hair a misty blue-gray color, looking like an untamed little beast.
"Sister Zhi," Tang Shi waved his phone, "Shen Yijun's 'Whale Fall Culture' is going to be listed on the New Third Board. There's a page in the roadshow PPT that says, 'Thank you, former partner, Ms. Lin Zhi, for your selfless dedication.' Do you want to post a screenshot on Moments?"
Lin Zhi crumpled the tissue into a ball and threw it into the wine glass, watching it soak through the alcohol and slowly sink.
"No need." Her voice was very soft. "On the day he goes public, I'll ring the bell myself."
Tang Shi raised his eyebrows and said, "How do you strike?" "Take a hammer?"
Lin Zhi smiled, his smile like a blade cutting through glass.
"No, I'm going to have him personally raise the valuation from 3 billion to 300 million."