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On Sunday night, Han Wenshan's driver delivered a cart of things, saying that it was from the theater fans on Friday night, because there was no concierge in Ruyi Island, all of them were brought to Baochan's house.

Twenty or thirty very expensive gifts were piled up in the living room like a hill, and Bao Chan squatted and looked at them one by one. Watches, ties, and platinum cufflinks were one type, while bird's nest, red wine, and deep-sea fish maw were another type. Cards, bank cards, shopping cards, and high-end club membership cards, two of them were actually wrapped in red envelopes, stuffed with tens of thousands of dollars in cash.

"Brother..." Baozhan looked at Kuangzheng in embarrassment.

Kuang Zheng just got out of the shower, wearing a bathrobe and drinking red wine, looking at the pile of things on the ground, feeling panicked.More and more people saw Baochan's goodness, not just ordinary people, but all of them were rich and wealthy. Compared with them, where is my aura?

"There are so many things..." Baozhan frowned, "Can I have it?"

"No," Kuang Zheng put down his drink and squatted beside him, "Send it back to them?"

Baochan hesitated to speak, apparently wanting to pay back.

"I can't pay it back," Kuang Zheng told him, "it's too embarrassing."

Rich people don't care about money, they care about the face of others. Sending such an inconspicuous thing back completely offends people.He rummaged through the pile of things, found a Vacheron Constantin, hundreds of thousands of regular models, and directly tore off the tag.

"Brother!" Baochan grabbed his hand, startled.

Kuang Zheng kneaded the watch strap with both hands, softened the leather, and put it on for him, "Why, bro," Bao Chan tugged down, "I don't want other people's things..."

"Put it on," said Kuangzheng a little domineeringly, "No matter what you think, the gift giver will only think you are noble."

Black crocodile skin, platinum case, a bit big on Baochan's wrist, he asked nervously, "How much?"

Kuangzheng wanted to lie to him about 2000 yuan, but it was unnecessary. For Baochan, there is no essential difference between taking 2000 yuan and 20 yuan. Besides, 20 yuan is just the beginning. 200 million is not a problem, his vision does not stop there.

"Two to three hundred thousand." Kuang Zheng grabbed his hand, as if he was afraid that someone would run away, and held it firmly.

Bao Chan's eyes widened, staring at him in disbelief.

"Wear it first," Kuangzheng said, selfishly unwilling for him to wear someone else's watch, but no matter how much he likes or envies, the treasure is not his private property. Drinking tea and chatting, you can't take out a mobile phone to check the time."

Kuang Zheng was right. Ruyizhou is a small troupe of Yeluzi, but it is also Baochan’s business. Since it is a business, it must be done in a serious manner. The guests respect the actors, and the actors must respect the guests. A few decent pieces Clothes, a decent watch, are the most basic.

"Everything is divided." Kuangzheng only glanced at the gifts before making a plan. "Keep the membership cards of clubs and high-end stores. These are human resources. If you are tired from singing, keep a few supplements. In the bank card All the money and cash are put into the public account, and the rest is distributed to everyone.”

He got it right once and for all, Baozhan listened carefully, admiring him from the bottom of his heart, Kuangzheng was not only good at playing cash and stocks, but also had a good way of dealing with people.

"Ruyizhou hires a concierge as soon as possible," Kuangzheng continued to arrange, "Must have clean hands and feet, and I'll find you an accountant on behalf of the accounts. You have to make a budget and prepare to invite these people to receive and lead the seats."

Bao Chan nodded. If it wasn't for Kuang Zheng, he really didn't know what to do with the pile of things on the ground. He touched the watch on his wrist, and he didn't realize until this moment that he had really stepped into a world of spending money like water.

Early the next morning, the Maybach stopped at the door on time, and Kuangzheng asked Xiaohao to load the things into the car and unload them in the lobby at Ruyizhou. This kind of heart makes people feel that singing to them on an empty stomach is worth it.

There was a show in the evening, and everyone practiced in the rehearsal hall in the morning. After practicing until noon, Baozhan set up a staff restaurant in the innermost part of the third floor, and asked Sa Shuang to choose one of the nearby restaurants, and set up a lunch for six people for a month. Delivered on time at twelve o'clock every day, to improve food for everyone.

Today's dishes are open-backed shrimp with tomato, Mao-style braised pork, organic cauliflower and roasted fungus with Chinese kale. There is also a soup and seven or eight side dishes. Master Kuang, Shi Kuoting, and Ying Xiaonong sit on the side, Baochan and Sa Shuang , Chen Rouen sat on the other side, facing each other, just moved his chopsticks, Sa Shuang took out a shrimp from his lunch box, and handed it to Chen Rouen: "Senior sister, eat the shrimp."

Everyone has a shrimp, his operation is a bit confusing, Ying Xiaonong looks at that kid's ghost, it seems that he hasn't held his fart well.

Sure enough, Sa Shuang suppressed a smile and said nastyly: "Eating shrimp is good for the skin."

"Pfft—" Chen Rouen spat, wiping her mouth while kicking him under the table.

Baochan and Master Kuang didn't know what secret signal they were talking about. They turned their heads and looked over. These two were the youngest in the group, and they usually played like children. Baochan didn't take it seriously. After sweeping past Shi Kuo Ting, he was stunned: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Shi Kuoting's face was as red as a monkey's buttocks, upon closer inspection, Yintang was still a little dark.After watching that video, Sa Shuang didn't feel that he and Ying Xiaonong were CPs at all, and just took it as a joke: "Baochu, there is a small video on Hot Wheels this weekend, did you see it..."

Pa, gently, Ying Xiaonong slapped the chopsticks on the table, wiped his mouth with a paper towel, propped his cheek with one hand, and said like a concubine: "Xiao Sa."

Sa Shuang is such a smart kid, he immediately received the danger signal.

"What video became popular?" Ying Xiaonong picked up a toothpick and played with it in his hand, "Tell me?"

This guy is a tyrant in Ruyizhou, how dare Sa Shuang say that if you mess with him, you will never have a better life for the rest of your life, he laughed: "It's nothing, nothing, the videos on Hot Wheels are all nonsense."

"That's right," Chen Rou'en glanced at Shi Kuoting, then stared at Sa Shuang fiercely, "It was just a joke, it was photographed by the melon-eaters and posted on the Internet, and everyone knew about it, that's bad luck."

"Senior Sister is right," Sa Shuang immediately turned the steering wheel after hearing what she said, "If you look into it carefully, the person who posted the video violated his portrait rights, and he will face a lawsuit."

"It turned out to be a small matter." Ying Xiaonong snapped off the toothpick and threw it on the lid of the lunch box. "In the future, these unnutritious ones should not be brought to the group."

Baochan didn't pay attention to what they said at all, his mind was full of business in the regiment: "Brother, have you applied for the payment codes for Alipay and WeChat?"

"The application is completed." Shi Kuoting's brow was sweating, "I'll go to print in the afternoon."

"I'll go," Sa Shuang was afraid that Baochan would think he was "not nutritious", and hurriedly said, "I even made a name tag for each of us, an old-fashioned wooden one, which can be hung before the show tonight. superior."

Baochan nodded: "The ticket price of our group..." At the dinner after the show last Friday, Han Wenshan set a price for Ruyizhou, which was [-] yuan per ticket, which Baochan felt was too much, "Accordingly I mean, let’s not set the price first, customers come to scan the QR code by themselves, and pay as much as they are willing to pay, if there is more, we are grateful, if there is less, we will not blame.”

Self-help Peking Opera?It was the first time the big guys heard about it, and Chen Rouen felt unconvinced: "Then what if they don't pay..." The first thing she thought of was her monthly salary of 1 yuan, "Didn't we lose a lot?"

"That's right," Shi Kuoting worried, "The quality of the Chinese people is not high enough to buy tickets consciously. One fare evasion, all followed by fare evasion."

Master Kuang also said: "Bao Chu, I know you rarely meet audiences who understand the theater, and you take them as your bosom friend, but everyone has to eat, the troupe is just seeing improvement, so let's be more steady."

Baochan lowered his head and said nothing, Chen Rouen gave Sa Shuang a kick to make him express his opinion, Sa Shuang was reluctant: "Since Mr. Han said thirty-three thousand three thousand three thousand..."

Only Ying Xiaonong's opinion is different from theirs: "I think Baochu's idea works." He buckled up his lunch box and stood up, and said, "You guys underestimated the quality of Chinese people, and even more underestimated the richness of Chinese people. People's comparison heart."

As a result, he really hit the spot. After seven o’clock in the evening, everyone was preparing for the show in the background. Shi Kuoting’s cell phone started to jump. It didn’t jump a few times. It might be Monday, and there are many rich people and people. Shi Kuoting slid open the screen, He wanted to take a look at his income, but when he saw it, he was shocked: "I'm going to fuck... Treasures!"

Baochan was drinking water next to him, thinking that the money was confiscated, so he rushed over to look, and saw that there were only seven incomes on the page, ranging from 32 to [-], and the higher and higher, the total was [-]!

"Fuck..." Shi Kuoting was like a dream. When the Mavericks were in charge of them, 20 a month was enough for him, but now he earns 30 a day, which is just the ticket price of seven viewers. "He in this world Fuck crazy!"

Ying Xiaonong is "Wangjiang Pavilion" tonight, and he is facing the mirror with a phoenix, don't look, it must be the God of Wealth who is throwing money: "Look behind us, our fare is He smiled slightly, "It's still high."

It has to be higher, is it higher than 30 a day?Baochan was a little out of breath, saying that he didn't like money, but so much money was thrown in front of his eyes, and anyone who changed it would be deceived.

He was wearing blue pleats, and he walked out of the backstage to catch his breath. He just stood still by the window in the corridor when he heard someone calling from the door of the bathroom: "...don't play your temper, are you short of money at home? You don't have a plan for spending money , blame me?"

Bao Chan followed the sound and saw that it was a guest in a black windbreaker, not tall and rather strange.

"...Come out to listen to the opera with friends," he said impatiently, "Why am I lying to you! I don't listen to that stuff, but the old Du from Dingtai Securities likes to listen to it, this is a circle!"

Baochan walked towards him, hung up the phone in a few words, turned around, and was facing Baochan's face painted with oil paint.

"Sorry." Baochan nodded slightly, "I was abrupt."

Seeing that it was the actor here, the other party responded coldly: "Hello."

"I heard you were on the phone just now." Baochan would not befriend strangers, and said bravely, "It seems that the family's finances are not planned. My friend is a private banker, and he is just ahead on Yongyun Road. If you have time, you can Go consult."

Is this a sales pitch?The other party frowned. He wanted to find a private bank, but he was not ready to listen to an opera suggestion. He was about to refuse with a stern face when someone came in from the lobby and greeted him from a distance: "Boss Bao!"

Looking back, Baozhan saw that he was the eldest brother at the last dinner. He was a brother to Han Wenshan. He could drink a lot, love spicy food, and spoke with a Hunan accent: "Brother Fang is here!"

That is the major shareholder of Saitong Logistics. Last month, it merged Jitong, Baisu and Easy Express, and its value has increased by nearly ten times.

Baozhan turned around, and handed over a business card before meeting, "Excuse me," the other party said in a more polite tone, "The private bank you are talking about is..."

"Oh," Baozhan took it with both hands, "Wanrong Zhenhui, the president's surname is Kuang, he is my friend."

The business card is very strange, the color design is messy, the most conspicuous is not the name of the person, but the name of the company: Motion Picture Technology Co., Ltd., this person's surname is Fang, Fang Chengcheng, and his position is the chairman of the board and CEO.