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Kuang Zheng turned over in a half-dream and half-awake, and there was a babbling sound in the distance, like an opera singer's throat, continuous, melodious, high-pitched, reminiscent of the old soda water in childhood, there are clear bubbles when shaken, and the sun shines through. In the past, glass bottles cast bright shadows.

Last night, he arrived home in the middle of the night, and he had been in a light sleep. At this time, a dimly lit room appeared in his mind. On the wall were the words "Smoky Waves Zhishuang", under which the words were faded. Sitting on the old sofa was a majestic figure with a cloak slanted and a narrow line of carmine between his eyebrows.

Such a pair of wonderful eyes stared at him like a tiger.

Kuang Zheng woke up suddenly, the curtains blocked the morning sun, the bedroom was gray, listened carefully, there was no sound of throat, only the humming of the air conditioner.

"What a weird dream..." He rubbed his temples, lifted the quilt and looked down, "Fuck!" He got out of bed and went to the bathroom, took off his underwear and threw it into the washing machine, and flicked on the shower switch.

This didn't feel good, he frowned, his shoulders pressed against the cold wall tiles, the doorbell light next to the shower turned on, Bao Chan's face appeared on the closed circuit screen, and Kuang Zheng shivered violently.

After panting for a while, he pressed the call button: "Here we come."

He didn't wipe his hair, wrapped his lower body with a bath towel, and went downstairs dripping wet.

Baochan was wearing a pair of big shorts, showing a straight calf, like a new leaf in the forest, shining in the morning light: "Morning..."

He froze for a moment, the person in front of him was only wrapped in a piece of cloth.

Kuang Zheng's figure is very upright, because of his constant fitness, his pectoral muscles, abdominal muscles, and biceps are very tight, his wet hair is dripping with water, and the water drops hit his collarbone, trembling and rolling down.

"Morning," Kuang Zheng looked at his pair of sneakers, with sweat on his forehead, "did you run in the morning?"

Baochan actually went to the willow forest to play his voice, but it was about the same, he nodded: "Yesterday...thank you for the red wine, I slept until dawn."

"You look good," Kuang Zheng let him in sideways, "Are you still thinking about those troubles?"

Bao Chan shook his head and put it down: "Your figure looks like that in a magazine."

When a man is praised for this, he is a little flustered: "Brother, this beauty is not bad."

Bao Chan glanced at his chest muscles: "It's really not small."

"I hired three fitness trainers." Kuangzheng recalled the last time he saw Baochan's body. It was not strong, but very beautiful. "You are not too small."

Baochan tugged on his T-shirt: "What can you tell from this?"

"Take it off, let me take a look for you." Kuangzheng brushed his wet hair back.

Bao Chan didn't think much, grabbed the hem of the T-shirt and lifted it up, exposing the abdominal muscles formed by years of practice. It was not the clear six dollars and eight dollars, but another kind of sexy that was completely different from the Western aesthetic, and the Eastern style was reserved. tight.

"Forget it," he let go of his hand, "The two big men are looking at their chests naked, it's weird."

The T-shirt fell down, as if the gift had only been opened at a corner, and Kuangzheng was a little disappointed.

"I made porridge," Baochan asked, "do you want to have a bite?"

Kuang Zheng raised his eyebrows, he has been working for ten years, and even his girlfriend hasn't cooked him breakfast.

"There are also fried eggs, two for each person," Bao Chan raised his chin, "I can give you three if it's not enough."

Kuang Zheng didn't talk nonsense: "Wait, I'll go change my clothes."

They went across and sat side by side on the bar stools in the kitchen. Shredded chicken and green vegetable porridge served with two dishes of pickles. The rice was cooked to Kuangzheng’s liking. Come out, such a small thing makes people feel very happy.

Kuangzheng sucked the tip of his chopsticks and patted Baochan's shoulder: "Whoever marries you in the future will be lucky."

Baochan chuckled lightly: "Eat yours."

After dinner, Kuangzheng drove Baochan into the city, put him down on You'ai Road, watched him get on the bus platform, and then sped up to leave.

Arrived at the office after [-]:[-], stayed up all night yesterday, even Clemen didn't show up this morning, only Duan Xiaojun was cleaning the carpet with a vacuum cleaner.

"Where's the logistics aunt?" Kuang Zheng walked over, "You are an analyst, and the company's monthly payment of 2 yuan is not to sweep you away."

"That's why I was asked to copy the materials?" Duan Xiaojun didn't raise his head, his tone was very light, but he hit the nail on the head.

It was the first time for Kuang Zheng to be bullied in his own territory. He stared at him and found that he was wearing the same black suit as before: "What's the matter with you, didn't you tell you to change the suit?"

"Why should I change it?" Duan Xiaojun raised his head as he said, "The suit is newly bought, not dirty or torn, and I threw it away just because of your words?"

Kuang Zheng felt that this person was a bit interesting: "There is no one in Wanrong Investment Bank that you wear like this. These are discounted goods that cost hundreds of dollars in supermarkets." He said that these were not to make things difficult for him. At that time, in this building and in the eyes of everyone, you are what you wear."

Duan Xiaojun looked directly at him with a gentle face, showing no sign of weakness: "I don't care what other people think, what I am, they will know sooner or later."

Kuangzheng made him angry. This kind of person is not stupid, but extremely confident in his bones. He is so confident that he doesn't feel inferior even if he is dressed in rags: "Admiration, stick to being yourself, newcomer."

He turned and went to the office, Duan Xiaojun stared at him for a while, then vacuumed the carpet.

At ten o'clock, the employees arrived one after another. Kuangzheng finished scanning the documents in hand, got a general understanding of the market conditions of major global markets, arranged the work plan for today, and came out with a cup.

The office area was very lively before the start of work. Managers gathered to compare the colors of their ties, and analysts were arguing fiercely about a certain valuation multiple. Only Duan Xiaojun, holding a large tray, passed every table to collect water glasses.

"Coffee, two sugars, no milk."

"Black tea, thank you."

"Coffee with milk and no sugar."

Everyone took it for granted, and Duan Xiaojun was able to memorize these useless permutations and combinations without paper and pen. He walked up to Kuang and asked with a blank expression, "Boss, what do you want to drink?"

Kuang Zheng remembered his resume. He did not major in finance, but he also graduated from the Department of Sociology of Peking University.

Duan Xiaojun was a little surprised, turned his head and walked out without saying anything, Kuangzheng was also this way, the two entered the lounge opposite the corridor one after the other.

Wanrong's lounge is very dreamy. On one side are coffee machines and various tea drinking equipment, and on the other side are snacks. There are various small cakes on three-tiered metal trays, and fruits such as cherries are placed in baskets. , decorated with wrapping paper and bows, like going to a wedding.

Kuang Zheng took a glass of lemonade, and seeing Duan Xiaojun busy filling up the cups of coffee, he asked on a whim: "You have a 300ml cup and a 500ml cup, how do you get 400ml lemonade?"

Duan Xiaojun didn't even look at him, and answered clearly: "First fill up the 300 cup, pour it into the 500 cup, and then add a cup of 300. At this time, 500 can still hold 200, and there is 300 left in 100. Let's waste it." Check the company’s resources, pour out the 500, then pour in the 100, and then pour in the 300, Ding Dong, the 400ml lemonade you want is ready.” He threw away the filter paper and glanced at him, “This question I have been interviewing for investment banks for ten years.”

These are the original words of Kuang Zheng, he smiled: "Have you done your homework?"

"Of course," Duan Xiaojun cleaned up the countertop after receiving the coffee, "If you let it hurt you once, you can't let it hurt you forever."

Kuang Zheng squinted his eyes and looked at him: "A Porsche can drive at 30 kilometers per hour. After driving 60 kilometers, it needs to drive another 60 kilometers. How much speed must be maintained in the second half of the journey to reach the full speed of 60 kilometers per hour?"

Duan Xiaojun picked up the pallet, and the average speed of the two sections of the same length was 60 kilometers per hour. The speed of the first section was 30 kilometers, and the latter section only needed 90 kilometers per hour.

"90?" Kuang Zheng took a sip of lemonade and answered for him.

Duan Xiaojun did not deny it, Kuangzheng shook his head: "It takes 30 hours to drive 60 kilometers at a speed of 2 kilometers, a total of 120 kilometers, and run at 60 kilometers per hour, the whole journey only takes 2 hours, so the answer is this It is impossible for a car to reach a speed of 60 kilometers per hour."

Duan Xiaojun's eyes widened, and he looked like he was being tricked, but that's how it is in finance. The market will never give you a question that you can calculate the answer to.

Kuang Zheng raised his glass to him, turned back and walked back to the office.

Duan Xiaojun followed behind him, rolled his eyes and pouted his lips, entered the office area, and was about to distribute coffee to everyone, when Kuang Zheng turned around at the door and said: "Clemen, Duan Xiaojun is joining the team for the fusion case, let him see the financial report first, the rules Teach me, take a sip when it's time to breastfeed."

The noisy office area fell silent for a moment, and all eyes were on Duan Xiaojun. He stood there in a daze, until Clemen said, "I sent you an email", and he was relieved. At this time, Kuangzheng had already entered the room.

Kuang Zheng went into the room to put down his cup, and turned on the screen of his phone. There was a missed call, which was displayed as "Ms. Ouyang".

He smiled and dialed back: "Hello, Empress Dowager."

"Excuse me." Listening to the voice, the other side was not very happy, "Mom is at Mount Tai."

"what happened?"

"What's wrong," Kuang's mother sighed, "Your mother is angry, the whole world is angry with me."

"My dad dares to anger you?" Kuang Zheng said in a tone of disbelief.

"It's your mother's little sisters," Kuang's mother said, exhausted. "This daughter is on her honeymoon, and that grandson is running all over the place. Listen to me, really, ten thousand arrows piercing my heart."

Kuangzheng couldn't help laughing: "No matter what happens, ten thousand arrows will pierce the heart. Your son is no better than others. It's not that he won't get married. It's because he hasn't encountered any distractions."

"Then when will you be distracted? I beg you to be distracted!" Kuang's mother persisted, "Tell me, what do you want?"

Kuang Zheng disarmed directly: "Mom, what do you like?"

"Oh my mother, I like to be about the same age as you. I can cook you porridge in the morning and cook you a dish in the evening. You have a good temper and don't need to be too beautiful. You are rich. Take good care of her. She is beautiful when she hurts." La."

There is really such a person beside Kuangzheng, but unfortunately, it is not a woman.