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Kuangzheng went to bed in the morning, and it was already afternoon when he went to the company. He was wearing a sullen light blue suit, and asked at the door of the office: "Airline companies with an annual profit of more than 40 billion, including state-owned and private airlines, who is free?"

It sounded like a list of potential buyers was being compiled, but no airline of this magnitude had been heard of for sale recently, and people in the office looked at each other in dismay.

Duan Xiaojun raised his head from Fusion's valuation data and saw that everyone was silent, thinking that this was a job that no one wanted to take on, and Kuang Zheng was still standing at the door waiting for someone to give him a response.

Thinking of the hand that touched his head last night, Duan Xiaojun got up from his seat: "Boss, can I do it?"

The eyes of the entire office area were cast on him.

Kuang Zheng raised one eyebrow and smiled: "Have you finished calculating your internal rate of return?"

Duan Xiaojun was so hurt by him that he got used to it: "I bought an Excel e-book, and I will learn it during my break."

"Okay," Kuang Zheng nodded, flung back the hem of his suit, pinched his waist with both hands: "It's just you."

Although he accepted the job, Duan Xiaojun didn't understand what Kuangzheng wanted him to do at all.

"Ask Clemen how to do it," Kuang Zheng turned and entered the room, "give it to me before 6 pm."

Duan Xiaojun hurriedly went to find his manager. Clemen was reviewing the documents submitted by Fusion, including historical financial statements, board resolutions, patents and business contracts, and so on. We signed up."

"Ah?" Duan Xiaojun didn't understand what he meant.

"That is to say, if there are jobs, they are assigned to individuals based on their ability," Clemen looked up at him, "and there is no M&A project in the aviation industry at all."

Duan Xiaojun didn't understand: "Then he just now..."

Clemen put it succinctly: "He may be playing with you."

Duan Xiaojun's face froze for a moment. He took the sample document and turned back to his seat. On the way, he saw a small round face protruding from the frosted glass wall of the office area. It was Bonnie, who was slightly fat and sunny.

"Why are you here?" Duan Xiaojun put down the document and walked over.

"Hi!" Bonnie said, wearing a pair of big earrings. "How are you?"

Duan Xiaojun lowered his face: "It's okay..."

"IknowIknow!" Bonnie patted his arm sympathetically, "Kuangzheng asked you to go to M&A, we were all shocked, you didn't see those Bitches, the faces of broken dreams!"

Duan Xiaojun was speechless: "Are all of you girls' aesthetics so boring? Apart from being taller, wearing a better suit, and having a more angular face, he's not much more handsome than others, is he?"

"Didn't you see his pectoral muscles?" Bonnie gestured with both hands in front of his chest, "He's so handsome that I have a physical reaction, okay?"

Duan Xiaojun had nothing to say.

"Just because he's the devil to you doesn't mean he's worthless as a sexy woman," Bonnie said.

Duan Xiaojun thought for a while, Kuangzheng was not a devil to him, although he was merciless when hurting him...but every time he was hurt, he seemed to learn something new: "He...is okay, I am very lucky to be able to come to M&A of."

Bonnie looked at him like a fool: "You let him work overtime torture and mind control, Stockholm, right?" She lowered her voice, "I heard people say that when he saw your major on Super Rookie Day, he became popular. I think he wants you because he wants to kill you quietly!"

Did Kuangzheng really dislike him so much... Duan Xiaojun was a little disappointed, and asked instead: "Where are you assigned?"

"Information Department," Bonnie made a V letter, with sparkling rhinestones on her bean paste-colored nails, "for data and system maintenance."

This is her major, and Duan Xiaojun envied her usefulness, "I came to see you today," Bonnie shook her hair, looking professional, "I want to talk to you about an investment."

Duan Xiaojun recalled their first conversation. At that time, she wanted to sell him "The Complete Works of Wanrong Big Touch 2019": "Investment? With me?" He pointed to his broken suit, "Are you right?"

Bonnie was in that "neither 998 nor 618" posture again, poking his chest and saying, "It's you."

Duan Xiaojun felt a chill down his spine.

Bonnie snapped his fingers and put his arms around him: "Now there is an opportunity to make a lot of money. The pool is so big that I can't get it all by myself. You are the only one among our newcomers who is stupid. I decided to take you along."

"..."

"Let's put it this way," Bonnie grabbed Duan Xiaojun's tie, "When I went to Macau, at the airport, it would be impossible for someone else to call me, so let me repay you."

She was talking about the time when Duan Xiaojun saw her lost and kindly called him, but she had an awkward chat with Kuangzheng all the way, even if she said that, Duan Xiaojun still felt that she was trying to scam him...

"Warring States Red," Bonnie said mysteriously, "Have you heard of it?"

Duan Xiaojun shook his head.

"A virtual currency whose developer is said to be Chinese has not yet made a name for itself in the international currency circle. I have studied the algorithm and it is very developed."

As a graduate of sociology, the rate of return on capital and the internal rate of return alone are enough for Duan Xiaojun to have a headache. What kind of virtual currency, currency circle, and algorithm are simply killing him.

Bonnie is still talking to him: "Now is the start-up period. The exchange rate of World War I National Red is 0.0025 yuan. I judge that it will increase tenfold within three months."

It is only [-]% to double it ten times. Duan Xiaojun asked directly: "How much do you want?"

Bonnie is serious: "How much can you vote?"

"As far as this month's salary is concerned, our trainees are all the same, leaving the meal and transportation expenses..."

"Okay," Bonnie decided for him, "You vote [-]."

Duan Xiaojun was only [-] a month, he endured it: "How much did you vote for?"

Bonnie glanced at him. "Fifty times your size."

Duan Xiaojun was shocked: "My God, you...what will you do if you lose!"

"It won't be lost." Bonnie was sure.

Those who jumped from the building thought: "How do you know?"

"I've been playing with money since I was 15," Bonnie said confidently. "I've never lost money."

Duan Xiaojun stared at her, and saw a dangerous greed in her eyes, Wanrong is Wanrong, and even the backstage maintenance personnel have to play capital games.

The two made an agreement, Bonnie left with a wave, Duan Xiaojun returned to the office and used WeChat to transfer the money to her, [-], he just regarded it as a favor for his friend.Putting down his phone, he began to study the template given by Clemen, which was a list of companies that collected company information in a certain industry within a certain profit range.

"The annual profit is more than 40 billion...Airline companies," Duan Xiaojun searched the Internet according to the standard of Zhengzheng, "Even if you add private companies, there are not many..."

China Airlines, China Airlines, Millennium, IWC... There are nine companies in total, all of which are listed companies. Listed company information is a paid resource in "Langtao Data", but Wanrong has already purchased the full caliber. Duan Xiaojun directly logs in with the employee password, and downloads the nine The annual report of each company is selected and sorted out to form a detailed overview information.

At five o'clock, the door of VP's office opened ahead of time, Kuang Zheng was wearing a thin collagen shirt, with his hands in his pockets, showing the outline of his sexy chest muscles: "Duan Xiaojun, come in."

Duan Xiaojun looked at his watch, and it was obvious that it was still an hour away: "Here we come!" He hurriedly printed the document, and in the sound of the machine, he heard two analysts next door muttering:

"Fuck, the boss is so handsome to me today."

"Really, it's a hormonal vortex, how can we be like him?"

"Especially when he changed the valuation model for me, I was completely crushed by him!"

"Do you think we are a little perverted like this?"

"Yes," Duan Xiaojun couldn't tell whether he was nervous or excited, and answered their words regardless, "I'm going to be crushed by him!"

The two were taken aback, and the relationship seemed to be getting closer. When Duan Xiaojun passed by their table, one of them reached out to him: "Come on, rookie."

Duan Xiaojun took a deep breath, gave him a high five, and walked into Kuangzheng's office.

Kuang Zheng was sitting behind his desk with his legs crossed, like some kind of large carnivore ready to hunt. Duan Xiaojun handed him the document, and inadvertently glanced at his computer, the financial report analysis of Millennium Airlines was on the screen.

"As expected of a sociology student," Kuang Zheng flicked through the company list, "I did a good job summarizing."

Being praised, Duan Xiaojun relaxed a little, thinking of Bonnie's words, his gaze unconsciously fell on Zhengzheng's chest muscles, bulging, supporting a very thin layer of shirt fabric...

"Hey," Kuang Zheng raised his eyes from the document, "Where are you looking?"

Embarrassed, Duan Xiaojun quickly looked away.

Kuang Zheng threw the documents on the table: "Go out."

It's over, the first report on work ended with looking at the boss's breasts... Duan Xiaojun returned to the work station like an eggplant beaten by frost, just sat down, Kuangzheng came out in a suit, and said to everyone as he walked out: "All the information about Fusion will come later." Once again, go to the data room (1) at twelve o'clock tomorrow night."

"Yes, boss!" Several people involved in the project said in unison, Duan Xiaojun turned his head and watched the light blue figure disappear into the elevator.

Kuangzheng went to Wal-Mart before returning home. He ate dinner at Baochan's. He didn't feel much alone, so he went to bed after taking a shower.When he opened his eyes the next day, before six o'clock, he leisurely shaved, picked out a suit, and accessories. After seven o'clock, he opened Baochan's door and tiptoed in.

The kitchen was on the left, and the stairs were on the right. He turned right, took off his leather shoes at the top of the stairs, and stepped on them wearing socks.

The door of the bedroom on the second floor was open, the curtains were only half drawn, and the morning light was light and soft, shining on Baochan.

He was wearing Emerald Sun overalls, a white shirt and a black vest, which made him thin. He obviously fell asleep when he came back too late, and the room smelled faintly of alcohol.

Kuangzheng leaned against the door frame and watched for a while, then walked down, and used his mobile phone to place an order for two pairs of slippers for one winter and one summer, both in his own size, and filled in the address here.

I went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. The porridge bowl was placed in the middle, covered with plastic wrap, and a few holes were pierced with a toothpick. There was a sticky note on the bowl: Microwave, 2 minutes.

Kuangzheng put the porridge in the microwave oven, set the time, turned the paper over, took out a Montblanc Meisterstück pen from the inner pocket of his suit, and wrote down stroke by stroke: When I am away, what is missing, go to my house to get it .

Then he took out a key from his trouser pocket and pressed it on the paper.

That's what he went to Wal-Mart to match Baochun yesterday.

(1) Data room: a virtual space for storing important documents, which is confidential. In mergers and acquisitions, the investment bank representing the seller will set up a data room to facilitate potential buyers to view relevant information.