"What is there that you can't accept? Tell me." Mr. Eisen was taken aback. He had thought Lin Yuan would be more than happy to accept this agreement.
"I can't accept you giving all the shares to me, even if I earned them through my performance. If this company grows, it will be the result of our shared efforts. No matter what, I can't keep it all for myself." Lin Yuan gave his reason.
"I had a dream last night." Mr. Eisen suddenly changed the subject.
"Hm?" Lin Yuan had no idea why he had suddenly brought this up.
"I dreamed of the summer when I was twenty. I climbed onto that familiar bed in my college dormitory. Even though I hadn't slept in that bed for many years, the pillow and blanket still felt so familiar, as if they had been carved into my mind."
"I turned around and shouted to my roommates, 'There's a dance tonight! The hottest girls are all ours!'"
"But no one answered me. The dorm was empty. I was the only one there. Then I woke up."
"I felt depressed all day, as though someone had pulled my spine out. I'm old. I can't go back to those days."
"I have no interest in money."
"What I need is for you to breathe vitality into my life."
After saying that, Mr. Eisen fell silent.
Lin Yuan understood that feeling. He had experienced it himself.
"Late at night, I suddenly dreamed of my youthful days, and woke weeping, tears streaking my rouge."
"I wish to buy osmanthus and sail again with wine, yet it can never be like those journeys of youth."
"Past wanderings are nowhere to be found. Where they cannot be found, only the heart of youth remains."
All these ancient poems carried