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The guests left in twos and threes, but Zhang Rong didn't leave, wanting to talk to Kuang Zheng.

Baochan opened a room for them on the third floor. Zhang Rong went in and took a look. He was amused. It was the room where he had a quarrel with Kuang Zheng last time. Less than 30 years, only one month? Two months? Your brother's worth has risen fast enough."

Kuangzheng put his coat on the back of the chair and sat down opposite him. A staff member came to serve tea. It was this year's Darjeeling, a clear golden red, with the aroma of the Himalayas.

Zhang Rong picked up his glass and looked at it: "In the past, this room was used for drinking," he took a sip, and said with emotion, "I asked Boss Bao to accompany me to drink, and now it is a very face-saving thing in the circle." .”

Kuang Zheng didn't open his mouth all the time, and now he said, "There will be no alcohol in Ruyi Island from now on."

Zhang Rong thought for a while: "There is wine, but it's not the same price as before."

Kuangzheng frowned, he didn't like Baochan being talked about like this: "It's a big weekend, if you don't go home and spend time here, let's just talk about it?"

He was very rude with his words, and Zhang Rong also understood his rudeness, after all, he was the one who said nothing at the time: "They are all people on the scene, Mr. Kuang, you understand what I said at that time, just to save face .”

"I've turned the page a long time ago." Kuang Zheng said, he had indeed turned the page. It's not worth remembering this kind of person.

"Okay then," Zhang Rong picked up his cup and clinked it with his, "I'll replace wine with tea, and let's turn fighting into friendship."

It's easy to say, Kuangzheng put down the tea: "Mr. Zhang, you really don't need to do this," he said bluntly, "You are in a big business, and I am the owner of a small private bank, so I don't want to hinder your business. "

Zhang Rong had torn faces with him before, so neither of them was playing tricks. They said, "You are a small private banker, but you are surrounded by big people, even your younger brother who sings an opera," Zhang Rong pointed to the wall. Stills of Bao Chan, "Everyone in the circle is a good talker."

Kuangzheng understood what he meant, judging by the popularity of Baochan today, he could bring huge benefits to anyone who opened his mouth, but Kuangzheng understood him, the more he was like this, the more careful he would be, and he would not say anything.

"Han Wenshan, Fang Chengcheng, and the head of the Gu family in Wenzhou are all here with you, right?" Zhang Rong turned his wrist and drank the tea by himself, "Don't say I just know you, even if I don't, no matter how hard I try I have to get to know you."

He made no secret of his thoughts, motives, and goals. Kuangzheng felt that he was a typical gentle scum. When he first met, he was polite. After getting in touch with him again, he found out that he was a bastard. Now, he has seen his side that changes the steering wheel when the wind blows. , even if this kind of person is not a friend, he can't be an enemy. After all, the circle is so big, and he can't get away with it.

He calmed down a little, and chatted with Zhang Rong for a while, and found out that he graduated from Tsinghua University. The east gate of Peking University is facing the west gate of Tsinghua University, tens of meters away. Passing by, the distance suddenly shortened: "Mr. Zhang, don't go around in circles. What's the matter with you? Tell me."

Zhang Rong did have something to do, so he graciously refilled his cup of tea: "You can play with something so unpopular as Zhan Guohong." He probed, "Is there any way abroad?"

Kuang Zheng frowned: "Which aspect are you referring to?"

Zhang Rong has some reservations: "Funds,"

Kuang Zheng was very sensitive and immediately realized: "Acquisition?"

Zhang Rong didn't know what he was doing, and his eyes widened in surprise: "The guess is so accurate," he lowered his voice, "I want to buy a component factory in Japan. I have plenty of money, but it's a bit troublesome to go abroad."

Kuang Zheng understands that there are controls under the foreign exchange capital account, and there are many barriers to the cross-border transfer of funds: "You can apply to the foreign exchange management department for foreign exchange sales and go through overseas acquisition procedures."

"I asked," Zhang Rong said with a terrified expression, "I won't be here in a few months, it's still fast, Mr. Kuang, shopping malls are like battlefields, timing!"

Kuang Zhengmen is clear, do A, the contact time of gold may only be a few weeks.

"Can you help me find a way?" Zhang Rong asked.

Kuang Zheng didn't want to do business with him: "Look for gs."

Zhang Rong leaned back in his chair disappointedly: "Mr. Kuang, although we are not working in a confidential industry, we also have several internationally leading technologies," he said clearly, "At least at this stage, I don't want to have any relationship with foreign investment banks In-depth contact."

This guy is a person who puts interests first, but when it comes to national honor, he has some insistence. Because of this insistence, Kuang Zheng let go: "At ten o'clock on Monday morning, I will call Feng Kuan at the Wanrong head office. Let's chat."

"Feng Kuan?" Zhang Rong looked down on Feng Kuan, a banker who made his fortune by relying on his father-in-law, but Kuangzheng wanted to find him, and he didn't say anything, "Okay, be there on time."

The two came out of the room, and just after walking a few steps, the door next door opened, and Baochan was standing there, taking off his makeup, waiting for his brother to go home together.

He was no longer the little actor who could yell casually two months ago. Zhang Rong said goodbye politely: "Boss Bao, thank you for your hospitality."

Baochan didn't like him, but he still responded politely: "Boss Zhang, walk slowly."

Zhang Rong nodded, shook hands with Kuangzheng, turned around and walked towards the stairs, Baochan watched his back, and took Kuangzheng's arm: "Didn't you quarrel?"

"No," Kuang Zheng put his shoulders habitually, "talking and laughing."

"Hmm..." Baochan began to care about his hand, "The past is over, you can't see when you look up, don't get stiff."

Kuangzheng loves to listen to his words, they are all in plain language, but the truth in it is not too shallow, not much different from those who graduated from Tsinghua University and Peking University: "Are you hungry, eat a bite nearby and then go back?"

"No," Baozhan pulled him downstairs, "I'll make it for you when I go home. Brother Han sent two big elbows yesterday. I steamed them. We watched TV and gnawed each other, one for each. fragrant!"

Kuangzheng chuckled, and imagined the scene. He and Baochan were wearing old-fashioned shirts, each holding an elbow, living a real life: "Hey, I said," he grabbed Baochan's hand, "You just sang that In a play, what does the last sentence...Jie Luan, what does it mean?"

Baochan went down the stairs one step ahead of him. Hearing him ask this, his ears turned red: "You...you are so good at studying, don't you know this word?"

"I'm not learning Chinese," Kuang Zheng clenched his fingers tightly, "tell me."

For a long time, Baochan didn't speak, afraid that he was pretending to be ignorant and playing tricks on himself.

Late at night in the theater building, with the scarlet railings, those big bosses who would not spend a lot of money to touch those people are now holding him in his hands. Kuangzheng can't wait to bend over and hug him, drag him to any room, and slap him heavily. Slam the door, use the way you like, seduce him, tease him, make him submit.

"It means getting married," Baochan said softly, "a man and a woman..."

Men and women, correcting the unrealistic things in his mind dissipated in an instant, Bao Chan was willing to love him is one thing, willing to abandon morality and shame for him is another thing, he can't follow his own pace, Slow down, slow down, and wait for this clumsy fool to catch up.

"The play is about Sun Shangxiang and Liu Bei," Baozhan turned his head halfway, with a faint blush at the end of his eyes, glanced at Kuangzheng, and immediately moved away, "They are married."

"Oh," Kuangzheng couldn't bear it anymore, pulled him into his arms, took a moment to get closer, and smelled his body, "so that's what it means."

Turning a corner, we arrived on the first floor, Shi Kuoting and Ying Xiaonong were standing under the light at the door, looking through their pockets as if looking for change, Kuang Zheng thought they were going to take a bus: "Come on, I'll see you for a while."

"No need," Shi Kuoting took out all the things in his pocket and handed them to Ying Xiaonong, "We'll live in front, turn around, and just cross a flyover."

"You guys..." Kuang Zheng remembered that Bao Chan said in Beidaihe that Shi Kuo Ting lived in a theater building, and Ying Xiao Nong rented a house in the old town, "Living together?"

"Yes," Shi Kuoting was about to say, but Baochan was afraid that he might say something, so he interrupted quickly, "Brother, let's go, it will take an hour to steam the elbows!"

Kuangzheng and Ying Xiaonong looked at each other, felt that Baochan seemed to have misunderstood something, but it was difficult to explain, so he rubbed his head in a funny way, and led him to push the door out.

"Brother Kuang rubbing Baochan's head." Shi Kuoting said while turning his pockets.

"You can knead, others can't?" Ying Xiaonong choked on him.

"No," Shi Kuoting looked at the two figures through the glass door, one big and one small, probably because of the ice on the road, their arms were linked and stuck together tightly, "I'm afraid that the head is not tall, I'm afraid he will The treasure is getting short."

"Short is also for you to touch," Ying Xiaonong kicked him, "Hurry up, have you found it, we only have this key!"

"Wait a minute," Shi Kuoting, who was as big as a man whose wife forced him to pay his private house money, dug out all the pockets on his body, "No..."

"Look hard again!" Ying Xiaonong was angry, "Where are we going to find the lockpicker at night!"

"How about..." Shi Kuoting hung his pockets turned out, "Find a small hotel nearby for a night?"

"I'm not going," Ying Xiaonong looked disgusted, "You don't know how dirty those love hotels are..."

At this time, his cell phone rang, and it was an unknown number, "Hi," he had answered a lot of calls like this recently, and he opened his mouth and said, "I haven't signed with a brokerage company, and I don't plan to sign!"

Ever since the "Eating Shrimp" video became popular in Hot Wheels, there have been calls like this constantly, and I don't know how the phone number was leaked, anyway, Ying Xiaonong ignored it: "I don't want to be a star, you really don't need to Worry about my appearance, it’s fine if I’m not a celebrity, thank you!”

He hung up the phone, Shi Kuoting went to the front and opened the door, Ying Xiaonong didn't even stretch out his hand, just swayed out like a lord, Shi Kuoting staggered to follow: "Why don't you find a hotel that you like , the expensive one?"

Ying Xiaonong stopped and looked at him with raised eyebrows: "You miser, are you willing?"

"Who told you to pay more attention," Shi Kuoting said, "I enjoy it too. There are beds, breakfast, and roses all over the quilt!"

"Screw you!" Ying Xiaonong kicked him again, "Calling morning, not calling bed!" As he said, he put his hand in his pocket angrily, it was hard, touched something, and took it out At first glance, it's the house key.

"I'm going!" Shi Kuoting grabbed him, jumped up and pressed him, "It's been in your pocket all the time, you turned me like a drawer! Did you do it on purpose, kid, to let me bleed to lead you there?" Open house!"

While they were making noise, a mother and daughter who were going to study next night passed by. The mother covered her daughter's ears with both hands, looked at them like a ghost, and said to herself in horror: "This road is really not safe. Mom will come here every day." Pick you up!"