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On the day Shi Kuoting was diagnosed, Baochan came.

The brothers sat down on the two chairs facing each other, Ying Xiaonong carried Xiaobao out, and with a slap, the door was closed from the outside.

The spring was bright outside the window, and in the warm room, the two were silent.

Slowly, Baochan grasped Shi Kuoting's hand on his lap, trembling slightly, and tightened his grip.

"It's okay," Shi Kuoting reassured him, "Just rest and rest, and there will be no delay in daily life."

Baochan kept his head down: "What did the doctor say..."

Shi Kuoting was silent for a moment: "It's strained, it's been a long time, and the nerves are a little stuck."

Baochan raised his head: "Can it be cured?"

"Yes," Shi Kuoting resolutely said, "Of course I can. There are many methods. There are medicines, and some other factors can be injected. For my kind of mild one, acupuncture and moxibustion will do the trick."

Bao Chan looked at him fixedly.

"That's right..." Kuo Ting lowered his head this time, "I've come to the end of the road of being a luthier."

"It's me," Baozhan blamed himself, putting his mind on the theater troupe, on being with Kuang Zhengqing, "I didn't take care of you."

"What does it have to do with you?" Shi Kuoting held him firmly with his backhand, "I dragged it myself, and it broke."

The two brothers and sisters put their heads together, and both drooped their heads.

"From now on," Shi Kuoting said suddenly, "I won't go to the theater anymore."

Baochan's hands trembled, and his heart clenched: "Brother..."

"I'll take Xiaobao at home, quietly, and find a job after my hands are ready, how easy it is," Shi Kuoting smiled, showing a handsome little wine pit, "It's not like you, who have to work hard on stage. "

Baochan rubbed his hand and said solemnly: "Brother, you have to come to Ruyizhou."

Shi Kuoting didn't answer, doesn't he want to go? He thought, he thought more than anyone else, but he was afraid, afraid of seeing Baochan's heroic appearance on the stage, afraid of hearing that heartbreaking huqin, and afraid of remembering that the old man was dying eyes full of expectation.

He let his father down.

He severed the last ties with his family school.

There is no place for him in Ruyi Continent...

"The Yanbo Zhishuang Club needs a manager," Bao Chan said, his voice was not loud, but very forceful, "the Ruyi Chau Foundation also needs a chairman."

Shi Kuoting opened his mouth and was stunned: "Bao..."

"I've thought about it for a long time," Baochan didn't allow him to refuse, "Only you can afford these two titles."

Shi Kuoting disagreed: "You are the head of Ruyizhou!"

"Yes, I am the leader of Ruyizhou," Baozhan stood up straight, "but I am also just the leader of Ruyizhou. I take care of business matters, and you take care of operations and management."

Shi Kuoting couldn't react for a while: "I..."

"Ruyi Island originally belonged to the Shi family," Baochan followed up, "No one can take it away, brother, you just revived the family in a different way."

Shi Kuoting stared at him blankly, and for a moment, he saw Kuang Zheng's shadow, "I..." He looked at his weak right hand, "Why?"

"The money in Ruyizhou has always been in your name," Baochan gave him a reason, "You are the largest shareholder, and when the club grows bigger, Lao Kuang and I will also participate in the shares, and you will be the chairman of Yanbo Zhishuang. "

Shi Kuoting was shocked by his words, this poor little junior seemed to have grown into a towering tree overnight, with a handful of beautiful branches that could already shade others.

"How can I manage?" He shook his head, "I'm too hot-tempered, not that material."

Baochan gave him confidence: "I believe in you, brother."

Shi Kuoting's heart was hot, no matter what the road ahead was, Baochen's words were enough: "Don't trust me," he scratched his hair, as if he couldn't say it, "Brother Kuang didn't tell you Well, I strangled his neck."

ah?Bao Chan was surprised.

"Just because the stock he bought for Ruyizhou fell," Shi Kuoting blamed himself for this incident until today, "My eyelids are too shallow."

The senior brother who has been with him for more than ten years, Baochan knows him well, he is indeed impatient, impulsive, and sometimes stubborn, "Brother, do you know why I made up my mind to let you choose this leader?"

Shi Kuoting didn't know.

"I met Lu Ge on the street that day," Baochan said. "The moment I recognized him, my blood was hot. I hated him. I really hated him. The most difficult time in Ruyizhou was when he fell into trouble, but But you were calm, pulled me and said 'let's go', then I knew that you were mature."

Shi Kuoting opened his eyes wide.

"Everyone is growing up," Baochan said with emotion, "You can't always be the Shi Kuoting who told me ghost stories and fed me popsicles, sooner or later you will stand in front of me and go to glory with me Shi Kuoting," his gaze was warm and firm, "Master is watching from the sky, watching us realize his wish."

Master Shi, Ruyizhou, Beijing Opera, and the brothers have the same thoughts. Although they have money, they each have their own ties, but the things in their bones are connected and will never stop.

"If you can mature, it's worth it for Lao Kuang to let you pinch it," Baozhan joked, "Besides, with Xiao Nong by your side, I don't worry, you are also Xiaobao's father no matter what, and you will think carefully about things."

"Yo," Shi Kuoting patted his thigh, "You analyzed it for me, and it's very clear."

"That's not true," Bao Chan raised his chin, "I know you better than me!"

The two opened the door and came out. Ying Xiaonong was waiting outside with the child in his arms. Seeing them smiling, Baochan secretly buttoned up his suit: "Come on, Xiaobao, give your godfather a kiss."

Xiaobao blinked his big watery eyes, twisted his body in embarrassment, then stretched out his fat arms, hugged his neck and gave him a slap, everyone laughed.

Bao Chan went downstairs, Duan Zhao's Mercedes-Benz AMG was waiting at the intersection, Wang Youcheng sat in the co-pilot and saw him from a distance: "Is that Kuang Zheng's younger brother?"

"Well," Duan Zhao rang the horn, "I told you not to call the boss's name, you won't have a long memory."

Wang Youcheng has seen Kuangzheng's personnel file: "He is the only son."

"Brother." Duan Zhao unbuckled his seat belt, got out of the car and opened the door for Baochan.

Fuck brother?Baochan sat in the back seat, and Wang Youcheng looked at him twice.

Wanrong Zhenhui had an event today, and rented a small theater at the World Trade Center, Kuangzheng asked Duan Zhao to pick up Baozhan in order to reassure him.

In the past two days since Pink Chicken's accident, Baozhan has been following the fire. He knows that it is a critical moment for Zhengzheng. This time, Wanrong Zhenhui will be among the top private banks. Have something to do.

But Kuangzheng's handling of this matter is puzzling. First, instead of suppressing the popularity, he asked Wang Youcheng to continue buying hot searches for the breaking news video. Second, instead of doing crisis public relations, he asked Duan Zhao to spend a lot of money. In the end, when the turmoil was at its peak, he insisted on holding today's event.

No matter which one, Baochan was puzzled. He was worried for Kuangzheng, sighed and clicked on the trending search. No.1 is still a fake pink chicken. Scan the comments:

Why is this chicken still on the hot search, and not many people discuss it?

Upstairs, I am so stupid to see that the hot search is bought.

? ? ?Is the hot search so cheap, buy it every day?

Normally, the hot search rankings fluctuate. It's too fake for him to stay there without moving.

... How much hatred?

There is no one of the most false revelations in history, it is an insult to Lao Tzu's keyboard.

Where is it fake, the video is clearly shot, are you blind, don’t talk about hot searches, hot searches are not necessarily who bought it!

I'll go, which crotch is not fastened to expose you, I'm not blind, you are stupid, he didn't draw for 32 seconds, you say he can't draw, his brain is blocked by shit?

Baochan was surprised that the wind direction of public opinion had changed. From the beginning of one-sided criticism of art counterfeiting, to making complaints about the rumors of buying hot searches with bad intentions, and now without any refutation of the rumors, the melon-eating army has begun to disintegrate and disintegrate.

Kuangzheng, who was bought by the hot search, was lukewarm, and counterattacked with the opponent's knife, killing people invisible.

When they arrived at the World Trade Center, Duan Zhao went to park the car, and Wang Youcheng accompanied Baozhan in. The lobby of the building was surrounded by a lot of media, all of whom came for this red chicken. They took the elevator to the fifth floor and went through strict security procedures. Walk into the venue one after the other.

In a small theater with less than 100 people, most of them are VIP customers of Wanrong Zhenhui. The media only reserved five seats.

Wang Youcheng followed him, looked at his straight shoulders, narrow and straight waist, and the sense of proportion when he moved his arms. When he walked to the first few rows, someone in the audience greeted him: "Boss Bao!"

It was Han Wenshan, Du Laogui and the others. Baochan gracefully unbuttoned his suit and leaned over to shake hands: "Brother Han, Mr. Du!"

Zhang Rong was also there, and they gathered to exchange warm greetings. Wang Youcheng was waiting at the side, and heard someone muttering in the back row: "Who is that, it's a great face...Which one is it, do you know it?"

Kuang Zheng was in the first row, wearing a luxurious loofah-collared single-button gown, the deep fabric was mixed with a little silver onion, with a romantic vibe in his suaveness, he turned around and waved to Baochan.

Baochan sat down beside him, held his head up, and raised his legs: "It's not a small scene, bro."

"You want to come," Kuang Zheng secretly held his hand, "I have to do something decent."

Bao Chan was a little embarrassed, and glanced at the name tags on the left and right: "Did you invite Mr. Xiao?"

"He's a great Buddha," Kuang Zheng pinched his fingertips, "it's not time to show his face yet."

At this time, someone sat down on the other side of the seat, speaking in a frivolous voice: "Mr. Kuang!"

Kuang Zheng turned his head and saw that it was Manager Yang from G&S. They were on today's guest list, but the level of invitation was Executive Vice President.

"Our President Zhang has something to do." The surname Yang was still arrogant, "Let me come over to socialize."

With a big tone, Kuang Zheng smiled, not taking this kind of ants seriously.

"Mr. Kuang," Manager Yang winked, "You managed to pry us into a deal, how did you do this?"

Kuang Zheng frowned and glanced at him.

"This pink chicken," the surnamed Yang smiled, "isn't it that our G&S doesn't want it, did you pick it up?"

He was referring to the day in Ruyi Island, when he knocked Tan Kusheng's business card flying, and the business card spun around and fell to Kuang Zheng's feet, which made Fen Ji and Wan Rong Zhen Hui's fate.

"It's not yours," the surnamed Yang gloated, "I won't be able to eat it in your mouth after all, but it's a pity that such a fat chicken will be buried with you in Wanrong Zhenhui."

Boom——The opening bell rang, and the guests took their seats one after another. They turned to face the stage as a matter of course, and stopped listening to the nonsense of this clown.The one surnamed Yang was very breathless, he talked eloquently for a long time, but Kuang Zheng didn't reply a word, which made him look like an idiot in disgrace.

The light in the theater was dimmed, and the curtain slowly opened. There was no host or set on the stage. There was only a huge white cloth hanging on it. Dressed in white, they dance towards each other like mirror images.

There was a lot of discussion in the audience. Both the clients and the media thought that today was the public relations crisis of Wanrong Zhenhui. At least they should give an explanation to the public about the "pink chicken fraud". These gimmicks are unavoidably disappointing.

Baochan didn't dance, but he noticed at a glance that although the two dancers on the stage had similar movements, it was obvious that one danced ballet and the other classical dance.In ballet, you need to stretch your hands far and kick your legs wide, and every movement has to be "outward", while classical dance is reserved, you have to swing your hands back when you stretch out your hands, and you have to draw your legs back when you kick them high. Inwardly accepting, Eastern and Western cultures gave birth to two completely different arts.

Therefore, the characters expressed by the dancers are also different. The two people, one black and one white, seem to be a pair of distinct souls, opposing each other and attracting each other, performing the same dance emotionally in different ways.Suddenly, the sound of the music changed rapidly, and a strong light was shot from behind the white cloth. A figure of a female dancer leaped high behind the curtain, overlapping with the dancer in black who was kicking high with one foot in front of the stage. The dancer covered his left face and fell to the ground.

The audience understands that this shows the scene where the popular pink chicken author was stabbed in the left eye by a female model. The seemingly sensational dance is actually responding to the doubts of customers and the media in another way.

The dancer in black lost one eye, the dancer in white came to him, the sound of the music softened, the two danced and climbed up to each other, their emotions became more and more unified, and their movements became more and more similar, jumping and turning around, it was difficult to distinguish Which one is ballet and which one is classical dance, two very different artistic styles blend here.

Just when the audience began to enjoy the beauty with all their heart, the black and white dancers turned around respectively, ran to the corner of the stage quickly, picked up the small bucket of props arranged and poured them on the white cloth, two paints, one red and one blue, accompanied by shocking sound effects , Blooming impressively on the stage, there was a burst of exclamation from the audience.

Immediately afterwards, the white cloth slid down like a waterfall, revealing a high platform behind it, on which stood a blank canvas, and there were more than one artist standing in front of the cloth——

Lu Ranxia is on the left, and Tan Kusheng is on the right, each sticking to a brush, creating on the same painting with surprising speed and tacit understanding.

Almost at the same time, the sound of the music changed. Haydn’s String Quartet No. 35 in F minor was exciting and powerful, without any justification and without too much clarification. The truth of Pink Chicken has been revealed.

The audience was in an uproar, and even Baozhan looked at Kuangzheng in astonishment. The truth turned out to be like this. Lu Ranxia was the author of Pink Chicken, and so was the voice of Tan Kuang exposed in the video. There was nothing fake, just one person standing silently behind the other, Regardless of gains and losses and fame and fortune, pursue the purest art in such a narrow room.

Kuang Zheng stared at the stage, held his head high, and squeezed Bao Chan's hand.

This is his brilliance. Instead of arguing with his opponents in the media, he used a performance to go straight to the point and gain the public's emotional approval. Let them walk into the story of Tan Kusheng and Lu Ranxia, ​​and truly experience the kind of sympathy. , let art itself explain art.

Accompanied by the sonorous string music, two kinds of contrasting color blocks are photographed on the canvas alternately, and a pink chicken with neck stretching gradually takes shape in front of everyone. It is mighty, proud, and full of vigorous vitality. Telling the world: I am here, I want you to see me, I am invincible!

There was warm applause from the audience, and Bao Chan's heart was surging. He is an actor, but today he has become a correct audience. Seeing him with ease, he can grasp the emotions of everyone in the palm of his hand.

As the strings gradually weakened, Duan Zhao walked onto the stage in a delicate dress and bowed: "Dear guests and friends from the media, welcome to the joint press conference between Wanrong Zhenhui and the internationally renowned luxury brand D'Alchimie!"

Joint press conference?There was another uproar in the audience, and instead of rushing to refute the rumors or passively apologize, Wanrong Zhenhui took this wave and took another step forward, firmly grasping the initiative.

Duan Zhao smiled slightly: "Next, we invite Mr. Michel Deville, President of D'Alchimie Greater China, to come on stage!"

At this moment, Baochan suddenly realized that this layout was already in Kuangzheng's mind. The three seemingly unrelated things, reverse buying of hot searches, public relations of luxury brands, and planning of press conferences, were actually closely connected, and together pointed to this glorious moment.

On the side curtain, a silver-haired gentleman walked onto the stage. Duan Zhao greeted him in pure French. On the other side, Lu Ranxia and Qin Kusheng walked to the front of the stage holding the newly completed pink chicken. It is still flowing down, forming unique lines with the footsteps of the two.

"Today is March 3." Duan Zhao gave the painting to the center. "Wanrong Zhenhui is honored to invite all distinguished guests to be present to witness the birth of Pink Chicken 5."

As he spoke, he handed the microphone to Mr. Deville. After a brief French, he translated it into Chinese: "Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Deville said that D'Alchimie Group will buy the exclusive commercial license of 0305 for the production including The pink chicken 0305 series, including women's silk scarves, bags, and perfumes, will be sold in limited quantities worldwide in the third quarter of this year!"

Applause once again exploded from the audience. This is the first domestic artist to establish cooperation with a world-class brand. In a sense, Pink Chicken has slammed the strong voice of Chinese contemporary art going to the world market.

"Not only that," Duan Zhao raised his voice, "In order to meet the needs of high-net-worth customers for the collection of pink chickens, Lu Ranxia and Mr. Qin Kusheng decided that the topical work 'Pink Chicken 0229' in the recent Weibo video will participate in next week's Su Jiade Spring Auction, all distinguished guests and friends from the media are invited to come and support us!"

The auction house appeared, and Bao Chan sat up straight. His brother really didn't make a single move.

"The auction is the key point," Kuang Zheng leaned towards him, "It was all foreshadowing before."

Bao Chan didn't understand very well, so he nodded slightly.

The applause was continuous. From the beginning to the end, Wanrong Zhenhui did not step down from the altar. It is reserved, authoritative, and superior, representing taste, glory, and what all high-net-worth individuals pursue. It is luxury itself.

Han Wenshan stood up first, and then all the guests stood up one after another. Kuang Zheng immediately turned to face the group of distinguished customers with Baozhan, nodding his head frequently.

Amidst the din of people, only Manager Yang of G&S sat down on his seat, looking up at the ocean and sighing.