After Liang Jieyu left the office, Lin Chu had some tea and smoked a cigarette. He took out a pen and paper amidst the curling sandalwood incense and began to scribble and sketch.
One keyword after another appeared on the page.
Gym, livestreaming company, high-end Chinese luxury, Overseas Island, orphanage.
Looking at the list, Lin Chu shook his head with a smile and tsked.
'Talk about scattershot.'
'There was absolutely no connection between them.'
'But that's just how the early stages of development work; you take anything you can get your hands on.'
'But as the "ingredients" piled up, it was time to figure out how to cook them into a proper feast.'
'A man's got to have some ambition, after all.'
Lin Chu was now instinctively beginning to pursue self-actualization—the highest level of Maslow's hierarchy of needs.
His solo brainstorming session had barely begun...
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
Suddenly, a light knock sounded on the office door.
"Come in."
