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There was something wrong with Fusion’s valuation, and the sensitivity analysis fluctuated too much. Kuang Zheng adjusted it himself, and when he was done, he called Baochan at about six o’clock: “Hey, where are you? I’ll take you home.”

The other end of the phone was very noisy, "No need," Baochan squeezed on the bus, "I'll be at the subway station in a while."

Having been a neighbor for a while, Kuangzheng knows him well, he doesn't take advantage of others, and he doesn't like to cause trouble for others.

"You take the subway, come out and wait at the subway entrance," Kuang Zheng picked up the suit jacket on the back of the chair, "I'm leaving now, and I'll pick you up at the exit."

"No," Baozhan quickly declined, "You don't have to come back to see me off..."

"Okay, that's it." Kuang Zheng hung up the phone quickly.

Pushing open the glass door of the office, there was a roar of laughter outside, and when they saw him coming out, everyone fell silent.

"What are you laughing at?" Kuang Zheng put on his suit.

The office area is silent.

"Clemen?" Kuang Zheng looked towards the manager.

"Well, boss," Clemen scratched his hair and held back a smile, "Just now Duan Xiaojun asked me for the last 12 months' balance sheets."

As soon as the words fell, there was another burst of laughter in the office area.

Financial statements are the core data of a company and consist of three parts: income statement, cash flow statement and balance sheet.In order to estimate the value of a company, analysts are accustomed to using the financial report data of the last 12 months, both the income statement and the cash flow statement, with the exception of the balance sheet, which records the situation at a certain point in time. For employees, this is low-level common sense.

Duan Xiaojun lowered his head and nestled in his seat, went out and passed by his desk, and saw that on his computer was the business overview part of Fusion Financial Report, which was marked with red, green and green background colors.

"What are you doing?" Kuang Zheng frowned.

Duan Xiaojun was a little panicked: "Look, look at the financial report..."

Kuang Zheng's voice rose: "Reading the financial report doesn't really allow you to 'read' the financial report," he pointed at the computer screen, "Don't worry about these bullshit, analyze the financial report data for me!"

He was in a hurry, and after the lesson, he went straight to the elevator, and heard someone in the office behind say in a whiny tone, "I also want the boss to teach you how to read the financial report!"

Immediately someone booed him: "You can model yourself in junior year, teach me a fart!"

When the elevator arrived, Kuangzheng walked in. He had no sympathy for Duan Xiaojun. In their line of business, if they were good at it, they would flourish;

I drove to the terminal station of Line 13. This station is called Hongshi, where people come and go. Baozhan stood there in a T-shirt and denim, like a freshly graduated college student.

Seeing Kuangzheng's car, he ran over like a gust of wind, sat in the co-pilot, wiped his sweat and said, "Let's have a barbecue tonight. I saw a barbecue grill in the cabinet yesterday, and there was some meat left."

Kuangzheng didn't like barbecue, so he had to do it by himself by the fire, and it made him smell bad, but he felt that Baochan wanted to thank him, so he didn't refuse: "Do you need to buy something more?"

"No, that's enough," Baochan said, "I'll bake it, you can eat it."

When I got home, I went to change my clothes. Baozhan packed up the barbecue grill, moved it under the osmanthus tree at the door, filled it with charcoal, lit it with alcohol cotton, installed the grill, and oiled it with a brush. meat.

There are pork and beef, which are freshly marinated, and there are tableware next to it. Kuangzheng entered the house and dragged two chairs, as well as beer and disposable gloves.

It was dark, and there was no sound of people around, only the shadows of the trees shaking in the rising moonlight. The heat of the day gradually faded away, and a trace of coolness came from the willow forest, rolling up sporadic charcoal fires, which made people throbbing inexplicably.

Kuangzheng opened a can of beer, picked up a roasting fork while drinking, went to Baochan's side to turn over the meat with him, the smell of oil wafted out, and he chatted naturally: "My mother called me today."

"En." Baochan responded, stacking the grilled meat on a plate and handing it over to him.

"Urge me to get married," Kuang Zheng took it, not rushing to eat, "I'm only 32."

"32," Baochan thought about Sister Hong and Brother Lu, "it's not too young, it's time to get married."

Kuang Zheng raised his eyebrows: "I haven't played enough yet."

These words surprised Baochan: "You play..." He didn't think that Kuang was such a person, "You are so busy and still have time to play?"

"It's because I don't have time that I feel like I haven't played enough," Kuang Zheng turned to look at him, "What about you?"

Bao Chan didn't lift his head: "What am I?"

"Girlfriend."

Baochan stopped holding the meat, brushed his hair behind his ears, and said nothing.

I don't know if it's the charcoal fire or what, but the blushing face and the silver bracelet on the left hand gleamed silently in the cold moonlight and the scorching firelight.

Kuangzheng realized something, and changed the way of asking: "Have you ever had a girlfriend?"

The last few pieces of meat were a little burnt, Baochan shook his head.

At the age of 28, for someone like Kuangzheng, never having a girlfriend is like a fantasy, but it is not surprising that Baochan is restrained, gentle, and has little money on hand.

"You...had many girlfriends?" Baochan turned off the heat and asked in the lingering warmth.

Kuang Zheng thought for a while: "There are quite a lot of them." When I was in school, I didn't break them. Later, when I went to investment banks, Hong Kong, Macau, and Singapore, most of them were dewy marriages.

"Oh..." Baochan didn't say much, but judging by his expression and tone, he was curious.

Kuangzheng remembered that when he first met, he thought this kid was a little boyfriend raised by a rich woman: "Why don't you make one?"

"I didn't care about it." Practicing kung fu and singing all day long, his mind is full of Ruyizhou. Not only him, Shi Kuoting is also an old bachelor for more than [-] years, "But in my heart... there is actually a person."

Kuang Zheng was interested: "Is it pretty?"

"I don't know." Baochan pursed her lips and lowered her voice.

"I don't know?" Kuang Zheng approached him, as if he wanted to hear some secret.

In the hazy night, Baozhan looked shy: "I have a second-hand Kindle, I bought it a few years ago, 198 yuan." He looked up at Kuangzheng, his eyes seemed to have stars, so bright. I have to brush, I don’t know why, but there are all books in it, history, finance, movies, and biographies.”

"I also liked biographies when I was in school," Kuang Zheng said.

"The bookmarks and annotations are also there," Bao Chan moved the corner of his mouth, with a hint of a smile, "I have looked for and watched all the movies she has annotated. Where she is excited, I am also excited, and where she is angry, I am also angry. The words she wrote down seemed to come from my heart, but I couldn't say them so well."

Kuang Zheng looked at him silently, feeling that Bao Chuan was very touching when he said these words.

"She let me see another world, so vast and so colorful," Baochan said yearning, but at the same time lost, "her world."

Admiring someone but not knowing who she is or where she is, Kuangzheng and him were silent, when the phone rang, it was from Brother Lu, Baochan swiped open the phone.

"Baochu," Lu Ge said anxiously, "Our group's living expenses have been delayed for more than three months. Look... can you think of a way for me? I need it urgently."

Since the incident with Sister Hong, Brother Lu hasn't been in the regiment for a while, and he called so late, it was because he had something to do, "I don't have any money..." Baochan wanted to say that he didn't, and wanted to ask Shi Kuoting, but he didn't expect Brother Lu was very emotional: "You can't do without money, you are the head of the family and a legal person of the troupe!"

Baozhan was stunned for a moment, and Brother Lu went on to say, "In a big way, it's arrears of wages to employees. If I go to labor arbitration or go to court, you have to compensate me!"

Kuang Zheng saw that Bao Chan's expression was not right, so he came over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Baochan waved his hand to show that it was okay, comforted Lu Ge a few words, called Shi Kuoting, opened the board and asked, "Do we still have money in our account?"

Kuangzheng listened, there should be no one over there, Baochan asked again: "Then...do you have any?"

The tone of his words was completely different from that of Kuang Zheng, and there was a kind of unreserved intimacy in it.

"Brother Lu needs living expenses, three months, eight thousand and four." Baozhan was very embarrassed, but did not mention Brother Lu's attitude, "Well, hurry up, I guess something is difficult."

Eight thousand and four, this amount surprised Kuang Zheng, it was almost the cost of his first-class air ticket to Hong Kong.

"That's okay, I'll ask again..." Baochan wanted to ask Xiao Nong for help, but Kuangzheng patted him from behind.

"Give me the card number of Brother Lu," he took out his mobile phone, "I'll call him directly."

Baochan opened his eyes wide and immediately refused: "No, I can't use your..."

"I borrowed it from you," Kuang Zheng interrupted him, "I will pay it back when you have it."

Bao Chan didn't want to. He hesitated for so long before and didn't speak to Kuang Zheng because he got along so well that it would be dirty if he got involved with money.

"When everyone is in trouble, our accounts are easy to settle." Kuangzheng sat down and picked up the plate of barbecue, "You are here, I am not afraid that the money will run away, and you will cook for me for the rest of your life if you don't make it. deficit."

Bao Chanchu watched him there for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and called Brother Lu. The card number was Wan Rong, and Kuangzheng used Alipay bank transfer, which showed that the account would arrive before 24:[-].

When the dust settled, Baochan didn't feel relieved, but even more stressed.

"If you owe me money, you are mine," Kuang Zheng understood him, and joked with him, "Get ready, I can order food later in the evening."

Just as Bao Chan was about to say something, there was a sudden movement in the nearby woods. He leaned over to listen, and put down the plate: "What's wrong?"

"There is a voice." Baochan was sure, staring at a piece of grass in the darkness.

Kuang Zheng also heard it, rustling, as if something was hiding there, he picked up the roasting fork that turned the meat just now, and dragged Bao Chan behind him: "Who is it, come out!"

Baochan also picked up the baking tongs, and at this moment the bushes swayed, and a big black dog came out, with green eyes glowing, skinny and bony, and its left hind leg was torn apart, as if it was broken.

It was a stray dog, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief, it might have been attracted by the smell of barbecue, Baochan took pity on it, picked up a few pieces of meat and threw it over.