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Leaving the airport by car, Kuang Zheng originally wanted to go home directly, but Ruyi Island had a performance at night, so he reluctantly sent Bao Chan to the theater and went to work in the company by himself.

It was the lunch break, and as soon as I entered the door, I saw Duan Zhao half-sitting on Wang Youcheng's table, and the two were arguing about something: "...I am in charge of this art salon, and you obey the assignment."

"Yes," Wang Youcheng leaned on the opposite chair, "but I will do the link of contacting guests."

"How can you kill a chicken with a butcher's knife?" Duan Zhao rebuffed straight away, "Xia Ke will pull out the list later, and I will arrange two account managers to call."

Wang Youcheng moved his chair forward: "Are you afraid that I will steal your client?"

Duan Zhao snorted and said, "Wanrong Zhenhui's customers never belong to a certain person, but belong to the company."

"Then why don't you let me do it?"

Duan Zhao folded his arms and didn't say a word. For a long while, he seemed a little embarrassed: "You don't need this kind of small work. You can accompany me to meet some art critics in the afternoon."

Compared with making phone calls at home, going out to socialize is more beautiful, but this is not the standard for Wang Youcheng to judge the division of labor: "Small work?" He turned his head, "Xia Ke, in what order did you make the list for the account manager?"

"Ah?" Suddenly being cueed, Xia Ke hastily put down the snacks, "It's the usual order, VIP customers, ordinary customers, and then potential customers, with celebrities and Internet celebrities at the end."

Wang Youcheng asked again: "Where is that famous lady surnamed Tan?"

Xia Ke Ctrl+F searched: "Potential customers," he explained, "are not customers or celebrities, and they are classified into this category for the time being."

Wang Youcheng looked at Duan Zhao, who shrugged in puzzlement.

"Didn't realize the problem?" Wang Youcheng's eyes were sharp, "Ladies are ranked ahead of Wen Jiuye."

Duan Zhao still didn't understand, neither did most of the people in the office area, so they gathered around.

"Account managers make calls based on this list, and there are [-]% mistakes," Wang Youcheng said. Let's confirm first whether the famous lady surnamed Tan also participated in this event."

Duan Zhao was stunned. What he said made sense. The order of calling the guests, a seemingly small link, would affect the success or failure of the entire project.

"Golden Knife," Huang Bailiang also said, "I heard that many celebrities attend the event to confirm the guest list, and some even directly ask not to share the stage with a certain celebrity."

"Damn it," Xia Ke grabbed a handful of snacks, "If the person surnamed Wen knew that her ex-girlfriend was here, he would definitely not dare to show his face. After all, such a big scene, rich people from all walks of life plus media reporters, is embarrassing for the Pacific Ocean!"

"That's right," Wang Youcheng concluded, "so we should contact Wen Jiuye's company first. If they ask, we will say that we have not contacted the famous lady. In fact, we did not contact her at that time."

"Cheat if you can?" Although Duan Zhao asked like this, he was convinced of Wang Youcheng in his heart.

"Since what we did was harming the matter," Wang Youcheng made no secret of it, "we have to harm it comprehensively. If the other party pursues it afterwards, we can also treat it as a misunderstanding and step down."

Kuang Zheng walked over, before he didn't understand why Wang Youcheng had been entangled with people like Dai Shan for ten years, now he knows that they are similar in some respects, they can use any means to achieve their goals, but compared to Dai Shan, Wang Youcheng is more Sober, he has a clear judgment of right and wrong.

"Boss!" Everyone greeted him when they saw him coming.

Kuang Zheng glanced at Duan Zhao with his pocket in his pocket. In front of so many colleagues and subordinates, he was taught by Wang Youcheng on the details of a list. He didn't show any anger, which was very useful.

"Golden Knife," Kuang Zheng dug out the text message sent by He Shengjing in the morning, "it's finalized, the special exhibition will be held at Tate, and it will be announced at the salon as the finale."

"Understood." Duan Zhao made a memo on the phone.

"Also," Kuang Zheng was silent for a while, "We just want a topic, there is no need to really pour a bucket of dog blood out, in the schedule, try to stagger that nine masters and famous ladies, don't let them meet, enemies meet very special Jealousy is also a secondary injury to women."

"I know," Duan Zhao turned to Wang Youcheng, "So who, you and Xia Ke want the list."

Xia Ke just typed up a list for Wang Youcheng, but he was staring at it without any response.

"Hey," Duan Zhao stared, "I'm talking to you."

Wang Youcheng was very focused, taking a pen to circle the list.

Xia Ke laughed, and winked at Huang Bailiang and Lai Xiaoxing: "It turns out that Golden Knife is the top dog in our office area, but now Brother Wang is here, it's time to shuffle the cards!"

Duan Zhao grabbed the calculator and threw it at him. At this moment, Wang Youcheng put down his pen and called out, "Golden Knife."

The blood vessels on Duan Zhao's forehead twitched: "What did you call me?"

"Golden Knife, everyone calls it that," Wang Youcheng didn't take it seriously, "There isn't a single bigwig in the luxury goods industry on this list."

Xia Ke was in charge of making the list and asked him, "Why do you have to have a luxury boss?"

"Remember the cherry bag that LV sold madly a few years ago, designed by Japanese artist Takashi Murakami," Wang Youcheng lit a cigarette and held it between his middle and ring fingers. "Yayoi Kusama also worked with them. In the same year, she The price of the polka-dot pumpkin (1) has doubled."

"I'll go," Xia Ke was a little startled, "Brother Wang, why are you such a straight man..."

Duan Zhao raised his hand to interrupt him: "Let him talk."

Wang Youcheng lowered his head and took a puff of cigarette: "Luxury goods and artworks are both visual products. When the two are put together, the brand side looks compelling. Artists earn money and fame, why not do it?"

Duan Zhao studied art management and worked as a buyer in the luxury goods industry for a while, but he did not see the inner connection between the art circle and the fashion circle as thoroughly as Wang Youcheng.

"Golden Knife," Kuang Zheng was very keen, "How willing do you think the domestic branches of several luxury giants are to cooperate with artists across borders?"

Duan Zhao pondered for a moment: "It should be very big," he analyzed from a professional perspective, "The reason why LV chose to cooperate with artists is because in the mid-90s, they lacked fashion characteristics, resulting in a low status in the industry. By cooperating with artists, they established a It is the distinctive style that gives us the brand influence we have today."

Wang Youcheng hypothesized along this line of thinking: "If we can successfully push the little painter into the luxury industry..."

Duan Zhao went on to say: "That will fully open up the popularity of Pink Chicken in Asia and even the world."

According to Kuangzheng's previous personality, it was time to make a decision, but when Duan Zhao turned his head and waited for his instructions, he did not express his opinion, but smiled slightly: "Jindao, the art business is in your charge, you decide .”

The office area fell silent for a while, which was obviously a delegation of power. His eyes were all on Duan Zhao. He was a little nervous, but he remembered what Kuang said when he was in the office that day, and thought of the overall layout of Wanrong Zhenhui in the field of art investment in the future. He breathed a sigh of relief: "Add the managers of major luxury brands in the China region to the list of potential customers," he said, while looking at Wang Youcheng, "Who, you are specifically responsible."

Wang Youcheng flicked the cigarette ash lazily: "Copythat."

Kuang Zheng patted Duan Zhao on the back, turned around and walked towards the elevator. His group of little brothers began to mature, and it won't be long before they will be able to stand on their own and lead the way.

Back in the office, Kuangzheng looked absent-minded, smoking two cigars, and glanced at his watch from time to time. After finally staying up until nine o'clock in the evening, he couldn't wait to go to Ruyi Island to pick up Baochan for the show.

Under the dark red door lamp of the theater building, the man walked towards him with unfaded makeup and fresh moisture, and Kuangzheng picked him up in the car by holding him in his arms, and carefully led him home.

All this way, he couldn't keep up his mind, his mother went back, and there were only him and Baozhan in the huge villa. On the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, the night when the moon was still full, the spring breeze was intoxicating, and the heart was boiling.

When he got home and entered the door, Baochan seemed to know what he wanted to do, and kept his head down the whole time, with a clear sense of shyness.Strangely enough, neither of them said a word, Kuangzheng helped him take off his suit, undid the soft silk tie, and then the small buttons of his shirt, and only hissed him "Can you?" face.

Slowly, Baochan took out something from his pocket and handed it to Kuangzheng without saying a word.

Looking straight, it was the Kempinski room card.

"I'm too busy with this part, I forgot," Baochan said guiltily, "Quickly go back, it's wasted a lot of money."

Kuang Zheng looked at his distressed look on the money, and couldn't help laughing: "The room has already been refunded." He slapped the card in his palm, "This is for you as a souvenir."

Baochan was at a loss: "To commemorate what?"

Kuang Zheng hugged him horizontally: "Remember you let me go!"

He carried him upstairs, like every time he carried him before, Baochan was very obedient, no longer avoiding, not forcing, as if with Kuang's mother's permission, everything was justified.

Kuangzheng put him on the bed, Baochan got into the bed by himself, only his head was exposed, undressed slowly, Kuangzheng stood by the bed and took off his clothes, looked at him with thirsty eyes, and then jumped on him.

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"Brother...stop, stop..." Baochan crawled out of Kuangzheng's arms, bent down to find the phone, Kuangzheng knelt on the bed and picked up the phone, the caller ID was Fang Chengcheng.

"Hello..." He gasped a little, his tone impatient, "President Fang."

There was silence for a few seconds, and a sigh came over: "The pharmaceutical factory has been open for a week, and the situation...is not very good."

Kuangzheng was not interested in his pharmaceutical factory, turned his eyes to Baochan, and saw him curled up naked under the quilt, showing two beautiful long legs: "Lan, sister Lan, I didn't sleep... huh? Now?"

Hearing the last two words, Kuang Zheng knew that they were falling apart again that night.

(1) Polka dot pumpkins: Japanese artist Yayoi Kusama's paintings depict a series of pumpkins covered with polka dot patterns.