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A group of financial men kept drinking and chatting. It was already dark when Kuangzheng left the development zone. Today is the day when Ruyizhou was closed for rectification by the regulatory authorities. He urged Xiaohao to go to the theater as soon as possible.

The concierge and the staff all knew him, and they called Mr. Kuang enthusiastically. He glanced at his watch and found that Baochan should be in the background before seven o'clock.

"...Don't worry about it, Baochu!" This is Ying Xiaonong's voice.

"It's not me, Xiao Nong." Baochan's voice was not high, but he was very stubborn. "Is Ruyizhou's opera only sung for rich people? You, me, Xiao Chen, and Sa Shuang, our kung fu will give you a lot of money." So dozens of people watching?"

"These dozens of people," Ying Xiaonong reminded him, "bring tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of income!"

Kuang Zheng withdrew his hand knocking on the door. Baochan usually dotes on Ying Xiaonong the most, and Ying Xiaonong also thinks of Baochan from the bottom of his heart. The two of them have differences, and no one in the room dares to speak out.

"That's right now," Baochan thought far ahead, "What about next year, and the year after, can we always be in the limelight? Even if we step on this wave, money is alive, they will come and go! "

Ying Xiaonon didn't respond.

Baochan repeated his thoughts: "We need a wider audience."

Ying Xiaonong sighed: "Bao Chu, think about our days in the old troupe, not to mention the audience, even without water and electricity, did you think so much at that time?"

No, as long as there is an audience at that time, Baochan will be satisfied.

"Ruyizhou has today, we should cherish it, and don't be dissatisfied."

"Ying Xiaonong!" Shi Kuoting felt that his words were too much.

"Xiao Nong," Baozhan said unfazed, "I don't want to give up the current audience, I just want us to suffer, perform for the rich from Friday to Sunday, open to the public for free from Monday to Wednesday, and cultivate ordinary audiences, One year won't work for two years, two years won't work for three years, I don't believe that I can't cultivate a group of audiences in five or ten years!"

"You want to use the money of the rich to 'raise' the poor?" Ying Xiaonong smiled, "Baochu, people with a lot of money are not fools, you know why these rich people are willing to spend a lot of money to listen to you sing three or five sentences, why do you treat Ruyi Is this small non-staff theater troupe in Zhou flocking to it?"

Kuang Zheng understood Ying Xiaonong and had to admit that he was right——

"Because of scarcity," Ying Xiaonong hit the nail on the head, "Because Ruyizhou has formed a rich circle, people in the circle are complacent, and people outside the circle are eager to come in, so we are valuable. If there is no scarcity in this circle, Ruyizhou has no sense of mystery, what century-old troupe is just a dead pearl!"

Baozhan was dumbfounded.

"The sense of superiority that the rich can buy for [-] yuan can be enjoyed by ordinary people without spending a penny," Ying Xiaonong asked, "If you were a 'bead holder', would you continue to spend this unjustly money? "

Kuangzheng is fortunate that there is a Ying Xiaonong in Ruyizhou, he is a child from a wealthy family, the truths he said can only be understood by Baochan himself, and he will never be able to understand it in his life.

"The target customer base of Ruyizhou cannot be chaotic," Ying Xiaonong said firmly, "If it is chaotic, we are digging our own grave."

The room was quiet, Kuangzheng couldn't get in, he turned around and walked towards the front desk, he knew very well that Ying Xiaonong was right, but Baochan was also right, if Ruyizhou wants to go far, he must go from a small circle to a big world, it's just that Where is the road and how to break through, Baochan still has to explore.

This is the same as mountaineering. There are many challengers from the base camp of Mount Everest to 7000 meters, but from 8000 meters above sea level, every small step is extremely difficult. Countless people choose to stop here, turn around and turn back. But he is the one who never turns back. He is not satisfied with the status quo, and he still wants to climb up.

Compared with Ying Xiaonong, he is not smart, but he is tenacious, and what Kuang Zheng loves is his strength.

"Brother Kuang?" The backstage door opened, Kuang Zheng turned his head and saw Shi Kuoting coming out of the room, "Why don't you go in?"

"I heard you guys were discussing something," Kuang Zheng walked towards him, "I didn't go in."

Shi Kuoting nodded: "Except for me, Baochan and Xiaonong are the closest, and a few words between them can't hurt their feelings."

These words virtually excluded Kuangzheng, he smiled and said nothing.

"By the way, Brother Kuang," Shi Kuoting showed a troubled look, "I don't know much about stocks. I read on the news that the stock price of Motion Video Communication has fallen?"

Kuang Zheng frowned, he didn't know this before: "Yes, it fell hard."

Shi Kuoting turned pale: "The money I invested...is it all right?"

"The golden knife was taken out for you," Kuang Zheng patted him on the shoulder, "I threw it at a high position, there is no loss."

Shi Kuoting heaved a sigh of relief: "Thank you, Brother Kuang, thanks to you all." He took out his phone, "I downloaded an app, and I will keep an eye on it myself from now on."

"That money bought Zhengcai Electronics." Kuang Zheng noticed that there were medical tapes on his jaw and wrists. "We plan to do long-term operations. You can communicate with Jindao for details."

"Okay," Shi Kuoting half-joked, "As long as you don't get divorced, who would have thought that the couple would divorce and lose the company!"

Zhang Rong from Zhengcai Electronics was also planning to divorce, Kuang Zheng lowered his eyes and didn't tell him.

"Brother Kuang, it's almost a young age," Shi Kuoting invited him, "It's time to watch the box-sealing play."

"The box-sealing play?" It was the first time Kuangzheng had heard of it.

"It's the last performance at the end of the year," Shi Kuoting explained. "In the past, the troupe's outfits were packed in boxes, and the boxes were sealed after singing this show, so it's called a box-sealing show."

"Oh," Kuang Zheng said with a smile because he is really particular about Beijing opera, "I must come."

The two broke up in the corridor, Shi Kuoting went to the bathroom, Kuang Zheng walked around to the front hall, there were a few people standing at the entrance of the theater, one of them had a familiar face, Kuang Zheng remembered that he had seen it at the racecourse in Taizi Lake, it was G&S Private of the silver department.

"I'm not interested in telling you, why did you follow here?" The man of G&S looked unhappy.

Opposite him stood a man in his thirties, wearing a crappy black suit and a down jacket. At first glance, he looked like a salesperson of a real estate agency. He nodded and took out his business card: "Manager Yang, give me five minutes, I promise... "

The man from G&S knocked his business card away with his hand, and said arrogantly: "What kind of company is G&S? How could it be possible to cooperate with a small workshop like yours? You must be a little self-aware."

The business card spun a few times, fell on the ground, and slid to Kuangzheng's feet. He picked it up. The most common coated paper, not to mention the typesetting, cost about ten yuan a box.

Qin Kusheng, Kusheng Ranxia Art Consulting Company, Art Broker.

"Manager Yang, give me a chance," Tan said bitterly, still selling with a playful smile, "A very talented painter, definitely worthy of G&S's big project!"

"G&S is not interested in investing in contemporary art," the G&S man pointed at his nose, "Unless you are a master who has exhibited in a top museum, don't follow me anymore, I will call the police."

He rolled his eyes and beckoned his followers into the theater.

This is the first time that Kuangzheng saw G&S people in Ruyizhou, and he probably also smelled the money here, and couldn't wait to squeeze into the circle to get customers.

"Hello," Kuang Zheng walked up with the business card between his arms, and handed it to Tan Kusheng, "You lost something."

Tan Kuang's expression was completely different from that of the G&S public relations just now. It was a depressed face, with nervousness in the corners of his eyes and brows that didn't match his age. He gave Kuang Zheng a hard look, grabbed the business card, and wrinkled it directly in the palm of his hand. .

Kuang Zheng seldom comes into contact with people with this personality. He tilted his head, took out a business card holder from his pocket, and flicked one to him: "Wanrong Zhenhui is also a private bank."

Tan Kuangsheng's face was still tense, and his gaze shifted from the business card on Kuangzheng's fingertips to his face: "I haven't heard of it."

This is considered provocative, and very direct, Kuang Zheng snorted: "What private banks have you heard of?"

Tan bitterly replied: "G&S."

Kuang Zheng raised his eyebrows: "No more?"

"No more," Tan said in a gloomy voice, "I only know the best."

Kuang Zheng understood, turned his fingertips, and took back the business card: "I don't know if G&S will regret it, but you will definitely regret it," he imitated Qin's bitter voice, crumpled the business card in his palm, and walked sideways Theater, "Good Luck."

Before the show started, the auditorium was dimly lit. Kuangzheng couldn’t tell. It had a special atmosphere, like a scene in an old movie, with a faded soft light. From a distance, he saw a person sitting in his seat.

He walked over. It was a new face, wearing an eye-catching suit, a gorgeous hand-embroidered tie, and two striking long legs. I don't know if it was the lighting or some other reason. In the lights.

"Sorry," Kuang Zheng reminded gracefully, "This is my seat."

He Shengjing raised his head, his almost transparent eyes fixed on his face: "It's my first time here, if I'm not mistaken, this place is not a place for people to be seated accordingly."

He didn't intend to get up, Kuangzheng smiled: "It's true that it's not a seat with a matching number, but this seat says it's reserved."

He Shengjing was noncommittal, and took out his mobile phone: "How much you paid, I will pay you back."

"No need," Kuang Zheng took off his coat smartly, "One row in a row, my seat is priceless."

He Shengjing raised his head again, this time with a certain vivid emotion in his eyes, which was unpleasant, unpleasant, and unpleasant, but still very educated: "Sorry," he smiled handsomely, "Can you give me a second?" ?”

Kuang Zheng thought this guy was quite funny. It was the first time he came here, and he had to be number one in a row. Either he was ignorant or he had some big background: "Sorry," he glanced at the adjacent empty seat, "Seat number 2 is also good."

He Shengjing had no choice but to get up and move over, and Kuangzheng sat down with satisfaction. As soon as he was seated, the old guests around immediately greeted him and chatted warmly, Kuangzheng suddenly remembered: "I often come to the opera... ...Is there a Mr. Kang?"

"Yes," someone immediately answered, "I didn't come here today."

Kuang Zheng pretended to be surprised: "You didn't come to join us on the first day of the re-enactment?"

"I have an appointment," the man said. "It seems that something happened to the company and I can't come."

"Oh..." Kuang Zheng nodded, and Zhang Rong really handled things neatly.

At this time, Master Kuang's gongs and drums were beating, and a man walked up slowly in front of the old guard of Bai Niao Chaofeng. He was dressed in a gorgeous red python, with pearl pompoms on his head, and a pair of pheasant tails more than one meter long stuck in his helmet. , holding a lacquered gold fan in his hand, a pair of soul-stirring eyes, and a rosy rouge on his forehead——

It is treasure.

Kuang Zheng had never seen him in such a beautiful appearance, staring blankly at the stage, his heart beating hotly in his chest, he couldn't help but say to himself, Kuang Zheng, I don't blame you for being distracted, who is so wonderful and bright? You will fall in love when you see it.