Eight in the morning, Quinn Hotel.
A stretch Lincoln limousine slowly pulled up at the hotel entrance.
Then, the doorman opened the large doors, and Wang Jian and Sarah walked out of the hotel.
"Wang, I'm a bit nervous," Sarah whispered.
While helping Sarah into the car, Wang Jian laughed and said, "Everyone is nervous, just look at Dorsey."
After looking back, Sarah burst out laughing.
"What's wrong with him? Didn't he sleep all night?" Sarah asked.
Wang Jian, now sitting in the car, shook his head, "Last night, he drank a whole bottle of vodka."
After the other two couples also got in the car, it slowly started moving.
"I say, Lehman," Wang Jian looked towards the seat back against the driver's side, joking, "you also look like you haven't slept in a long while."
"Ha," Lehman rubbed his temple, smiling wryly in response, "It's my first time managing an IPO, and it's your first time going public."
"I guess everyone's feelings are about the same."
