'First day in the new office, and Lin Chu is already back to thinking about the company's next development strategy?'
'He's always preparing for a rainy day.' a
Inside the office, Lin Chu watched her turn and leave but paid her no mind. He turned back to the whiteboard, his thoughts gradually drifting.
'What if I were like Zhuang Yingcheng? What if I walk out tonight and get hit by a car and die? What regrets would I have?'
It was a philosophical concept: to live with death in mind.
But death is the ultimate focal point of any life. Thinking about it wasn't so bad. At the very least, death was the sole, constant point of reference on the long journey of life.
And so...
Lin Chu sat for a long while, until he finished his last cigarette.
He casually sent Jiang Ya a message: "I bought a private jet. You'll have a stable job waiting for you next year when you graduate."
