In the corridor on the 26th floor, the brothers lit their cigarettes and chatted freely.
From the wild history of BAT to shared bikes and start-up projects, everyone was chatting with great enthusiasm.
When reaching the climax, turn around and look out of the window. It feels like I'm just one angel round away from the Beijing City in front of me.
One cigarette is gone, snuffed out. Push open the door of the corridor. Everyone is back to reality again.
This industry is moving too fast. After witnessing too many fleeting splendors,
I'd rather open a small store.
Let yourself and your ideals fly in coffee...
