"Mr. Huo, this is this month's financial report!~" In the evening, Wang Qian took a copy of the company's financial report and put it on Huo Wuxian's desk.

Huo Wuxian picked it up and took a cursory look, and unsurprisingly, there was a red deficit again.

It can be said that in the past six months, the company has no income at all, only expenses, and not a dime has been recorded.

Huo Wuxian had a headache, and all his savings were almost used up, but the last dawn had not yet arrived.

After Huo Wuxian read it, he sighed helplessly and threw the financial statements on the table.

"Mr. Huo, the money in our account has been used up, and the credit card has been overdrawn by 20,000 yuan, what should we do?" Wang Qian asked as she looked at Huo Wuxian.

Huo Wuxian was slightly stunned, he didn't expect the money to be spent faster than he imagined, not only did he have no money, but he also owed a credit debt of 20,000 yuan.

Huo Wuxian was silent for a moment and nodded slightly, "Okay, I know, you can go." ”

"Yes, Mr. Huo. Wang Qian nodded and quietly exited the room.

Huo Wuxian sat in the small room and sat until late at night, for more than half a year, everyone worked hard, they made a lot of bold ideas, avant-garde innovations, and accumulated a lot of rich experience and technical reserves, but no matter how good the technical reserves you have, when there is no rice in the pot, even if you are a clever woman, you can't make rice soup.

Now that he has reached the point of running out of ammunition and food, seeing that his efforts in the past six months are about to be in vain, Huo Wuxian's heart is as uncomfortable as being cut by a knife.

Everything is ready, only the east wind is owed, but when will the east wind come?

Sometimes, a little bit of inspiration is far more important than 99% effort, because maybe it's the inspiration that makes you see the light of day.

Sometimes, however, just a little bit of inspiration is missing, and you fall into the abyss, from which you will never recover.

Huo Wuxian sat alone in the office until the early hours of the morning, and his mobile phone rang countless times, but he didn't reach out to answer it.

He knew that it was Ji Ran who called, and she didn't worry about herself, but Huo Wuxian felt that he was a failure, and faced Ji Ran speechlessly, he didn't know what to say when he saw Ji Ran, just like a child who failed an exam and didn't dare to go home to see his parents, he was uneasy.

He failed, exhausted all her patience and savings, just like a defeated general who lost his troops on the battlefield, left all his horses, and returned alone in a big defeat, what face did he have to see his old man?

Now it is very clear, half a year ago, those who chose to leave were wise, maybe they had expected that there would be today, so they quit early, in fact, Huo Wuxian also thought of this kind of ending, but when he didn't really experience this kind of fiasco, he always had a trace of success in his heart.

This is like a gambler, before every gamble, although he knows that he is likely to lose all his money, but he still can't resist the temptation to bet all his chips to fight for a chance to get rich overnight.

However, the reality is cruel, not everyone is the protagonist of life, and not everyone has the aura of the protagonist.

What didn't happen to him before may not happen in the future, but at this moment, Huo Wuxian, who had really experienced a fiasco, seemed to understand the feelings of those opponents who were defeated by him at the beginning.

Everyone is unwilling to fail, but they are powerless to lose to this cruel world.

"Hey..."Huo Wuxian sighed helplessly, he slowly stood up, and looked at a simulated oil painting pasted on the wall behind him, which was Van Gogh's sunflowers.

Van Gogh used the most concise brushwork to paint the appearance of sunflowers, each sunflower is full of dynamic tension and tenacious vitality.

The twelve sunflowers stretch their branches and stamens in twelve different directions, each with a different color, but they are so harmonious with each other, as if the sun is in the sky, in the direction of each sunflower.

Van Gogh had painted the sun and the starry sky more than once, and in his mind, the sun changed into all kinds of incredible shapes, not only during the day, but even at night.

In particular, the starry night he painted, it looks like a messy painting, and if you look closely, you will be surprised to find that it is not just a simple oil paint, but the effect of the night sky in his mind after being refracted by tears.

That bleak night, he sat alone, sitting on the desolate hillside outside the village, looking at the quiet and comfortable village, as if thinking of the sad past, tears blurred his vision, he looked up at the sky through the blurred tears, and painted the classic painting of the starry night.

In the starry night, he drew twelve suns, which corresponded to the twelve sunflowers in the sunflowers, and the moon was in the heart of the largest sun.

This shows that Van Gogh longs for light, even at night, he hopes that the sun can illuminate the darkness, giving him a glimmer of warmth and hope to continue to persevere.

Once upon a time, Huo Wuxian never understood why people would be so sought after a poor painter, he did not sell a painting during his lifetime, he lived on the charity of others, why a person who was not recognized by the times, would become the most famous painter in history after his death?

Later, Huo Wuxian looked at more paintings, as if he understood a little bit of the meaning, and seemed to understand why people wanted to pursue Van Gogh.

In the world he lives in, all people are dominated by materialism and money, and the disregard for the grassroots masses makes Van Gogh feel depressed, and he is unwilling to show his magnificence for the aristocracy, but chooses to use the purest style of painting to praise nature and depict the world in his mind.

It can be said that each painting is a projection of the world in Van Gogh's mind, and the most he painted is the sun, and this sunflower is the culmination of his lifelong paintings.

He wants to use twelve sunflowers to tell his ideals and ambitions to pursue light, he longs to be known, to be recognized, and to be able to understand his cries and passions buried in the painting.

However, no matter how hard he tried and how persevered, his freedom did not come, and his sunshine was finally replaced by gloom.

In his life's struggle, he failed to fight the cruel reality, leaving only a cold picture scroll, telling the cruelty and indifference of his time.

Huo Wuxian stared at this painting and sighed leisurely, in fact, how could it be that era?

Isn't it the same today?

In the face of fate, people are as small as dust and sand, insignificant.

Which one is not the darling of fate who can really succeed?

Van Gogh was a talented man, a painter with ideals and pursuits, but unfortunately, he was not chosen by fate, so he could only leave this miserable world alone in despair.

Ten years ago, fate chose Huo Wuxian and made him jump from a poor and depressed young man to a president worth hundreds of billions, and ten years later, fate seemed to play a joke on him, making him from a rich man worth hundreds of billions to a penniless poor man.

As the saying goes, ten years in Hedong, ten years in Hexi, what should come will still come, and what should go will still go...