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It was already dark when Baochan came down from upstairs, Kuang was chewing potato chips and reading the financial report in the living room, when he looked up and saw him: "Are you hungry, make some noodles for you?"

At night, at eight or nine o'clock, Baochan said, "Brother, I'm going to the theater."'

Kuang Zheng didn't ask why, but turned off his laptop: "I'll accompany you."

"No need," Baochan put on his shoes and took the keys, "I'm already called Xiao Hao."

Kuang got up and put on his coat: "Let him go back."

He is always like this, there are no extra words, you need me, I am here.

He drove the Panamera, with Bao Chan as the co-pilot, the same as before.The car started, the red taillights flashed on, and drove out of the villa area with a bang. The road at night was dark and long, but they were so familiar with it.

"It's been a long time since I drove you." Kuang Zheng said.

Yes, they all have their own drivers, "So you took off your suit jacket to me as soon as you got in the car," Baochan recalled those days, "There is always a nice smell of oranges."

Kuang Zheng held the steering wheel with one hand: "Now you have more suits than me."

All these good things, suits, happiness, and self-confidence, were all given by Kuangzheng. Baochan unbuckled his seat belt, put it on, and kissed him on the cheek.

Kuang Zheng was a little flattered, raised his eyebrows: "You're in such a good mood?"

"Okay," Baochan didn't hide it, "with you, everything is fine."

Kuang Zheng stretched out his hand and grabbed him: "Aren't you uncomfortable?"

"It's nothing to feel bad about," Baochan looked at the dark night outside the window, "No matter how fiercely you scold me online, it's still irrelevant. The really important people around me are you, senior brother, Xiaonong," and even hit me once. Brother Lu, "You all believe in me unconditionally. I don't cherish you, but I care about the thousands of strangers who can't name them?"

"Boss Bao," Kuang Zheng honked the horn shortly in a joking tone, "I've grown up."

"Brother has grown up," Baochan smiled wryly, "how can I still shrink under your wings."

Kuang Zheng admitted that Shi Kuoting handled the matter decently: "That's because Xiao Nong taught him well."

"Brother," Baochan said softly, "thank you."

During the few hours in the study, he thought everything through, Kuang didn't approve of him blocking the blood for Wen Jiu, and didn't approve of him gritting his teeth and not "admitting his mistakes", he just didn't say anything.

He is understanding his emotions, and he is used to being tolerated and accommodated. This time, let alone for Ruyizhou, even for the sake of rectification, Baochan will compromise, compromise with the rules of the entertainment industry, and compromise with this cold and cruel man. Strong network compromise.

It was just after ten o'clock when we arrived at the theater building. When we got out of the car, Kuangzheng answered the phone. It was Fang Chengcheng, who I hadn't contacted for a long time. He waved his hand and let Baochan go in first.

The theater building in the middle of the night is quiet and old. The opera has been sung for a long time, and it seems that the opera can be heard even when there is no one there. There seems to be a soul hidden in every corner.Baochan came here for no other reason than to take a look at his own starting point, to take a look at what he and Shi Kuoting would spend their entire lives protecting.

Walking into the theater, there were rows of unoccupied seats in the dark, and he sat down in the middle row of seats. Two small lights were lit on the stage, and the light and shadow were hazy, seemingly real and unreal.

But compared to the glitz of the entertainment circle, compared to those pretentious reputations of cannibalism, this is the truth.

The sweat he shed on the stage was real, the wind that swelled on his shoulders was real, and the thunderous applause was real. In the final analysis, the performance of singing should also be folded on the stage, and he couldn't just die somewhere else in a daze.

He turned on his phone and sent Lan Tian a WeChat message: Sister Lan, I'm going to retire.

Lan Tian quickly replied to a sentence that was not very clear: Have you figured it out?

After thinking about it, it was not because this road was difficult to walk, but because no matter how brilliant and shining this road was, it could not reach the place Baochan wanted to go, so he replied with one word: yes.

This time it took a long time to reply: OK, take care.

Baozhan quit WeChat and went to Weibo. He didn't read tens of thousands of unread messages. He copied and pasted Lan Tian's apology, and added a sentence at the end: Thank you for your love. It's all because of this, so don't bother.

The send button was in the upper right corner, he clicked it, almost at the same time, there were rustling footsteps on the stage, a figure came from the side curtain, first looked left and right, then put on a very ugly air, and said "cang "Tai Cang Tai", walked around like a joke.

The light was too dark to see who it was, Bao Chan didn't think about it, the man suddenly stood still in front of the stage, and sang aloud: "I'm watching the mountain view from the tower!"

Empty city strategy, Zhuge Liang, Baozhan came to the theater for the first time, and sang this fold. At that time, he was afraid that the stage would be empty, so he hurriedly kept silent.

"I can hear the commotion outside the city." The man should not be very old, and the fire is still young, but his voice is really beautiful, not as high and crisp as Baochan's. -"

The screen of the mobile phone was turned off, and Bao Zhan stared fixedly at the stage. The man raised the hem of his clothes exaggeratedly, made a model show, turned his voice, and raised his voice: "It turned out that it was a soldier sent by Sima!"

Baochan got up from the auditorium, the guy on the stage was startled, froze for two seconds, and ran away from the side screen.

"Hey! You..." Baochan really liked his voice and chased him out.

Kuang was at the gate, and the phone call hadn't finished yet. Fang Chengcheng sold Wanqing Pharmaceutical and made a small investment, but nothing improved. Ask him to help make a retirement plan: "To be honest, with so much private money, I can only trust you."

Kuang Zheng said in his heart, if you really believed in me, you wouldn't end up in this situation.

Fang Chengcheng has lost the arrogance of the past, and is much more secure: "I only have this money now, don't hold it against me..."

In his current situation, he is a second-rate customer everywhere. Kuang Zheng reminded him: "You have to be mentally prepared. If you really quit, your future consumption level may only be half of what it is now."

"No problem," Fang Chengcheng replied immediately, "I'm already losing my temper. It's better than sitting and eating. My two children are still young, so I have to leave money for them."

He is not yet 40 years old, and he is already thinking about things that other people only think about when they are 60 or [-] years old. He is frightened by successive fiascos: "Okay, I will make a long-term investment plan based on the inflation rate and your assets. It can guarantee you and your family get a stable income every year.”

"Good! Good!" Fang Chengcheng thanked him again and again, "Mr. Kuang...you bother me so much!"

He was too polite, Kuang Zheng remembered the first time he met him, in the villa of Rumeng Xiaozhu, with a private swimming pool and a large garden, Mrs. Fang smiled softly, the two children were sunny and lovely, they sat on the sofa facing each other , Talking about a business worth hundreds of millions.

The past is unbearable to look back on. What men are most afraid of is slipping from a high place and never climbing back.Kuang Zheng sighed, hung up the phone, a figure suddenly rushed out from the theater building, and bumped into him impartially, he reacted quickly, stumbled, grabbed his arm and knocked the person down.

He was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy with a cropped cut, wearing a white overalls, and smelled of oily smoke.

"What are you doing?" Kuang Zheng stretched his forearm and pressed his knee against his waist.

The boy was in pain, and his whole face was twisted together in pain, but he was stubborn and didn't reply.

Kuang Zheng's hands became firm: "I'm asking you something!"

He couldn't bear it any longer: "I, I'm the little worker opposite!"

opposite?Kuang Zheng looked to the other side of the road: "North Korean restaurant?"

The kid nodded: "I come here every night to deliver food..."

The three meals a day in Ruyizhou are indeed ordered from the North Korean restaurant. The two are separated by a road, and their chef sometimes simply comes over to cook: "Where are you going to deliver the food..."

"Brother!" Baochan chased him out from the building.

When Kuang Zheng was distracted, the kid suddenly jumped out from under his hands, like a leopard out of the cage, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"What's going on?" Kuang Zheng asked.

Baochan couldn't explain it clearly either, he just felt a puppet falling from the sky, and landed in front of his eyes: "Brother," he looked away from the long street in the middle of the night, looking at Kuangzheng, "I posted on Weibo."

Kuangzheng was a little surprised, but not surprised, he knew that Baochan could figure it out.

"Not only an apology," Bao Chan said against the night breeze in early summer, "I quit the entertainment circle and didn't discuss it with you..."

It was a heavy topic, but Kuang Zheng laughed, with a strangely sexy smile: "Really?"

When he smiled, the atmosphere relaxed, and Baochan lit up the phone screen to show him: "Really!"

It's not a long paragraph, but the amount of reading is astonishing, Kuang Zheng is used to looking at the data: "Wen Jiu also forwarded it."

"Ah?" Baozhan came closer, "Impossible."

Wen Jiu hasn't posted on Weibo for a few weeks, because whenever he speaks, he responds with insults, but for the sake of his friends, he retweeted it as soon as possible today. He wanted to tell those "hateful" people that Baochan is innocent. .

"Jiu Ye..." He is really a man, Bao Chan felt sour in his heart, blamed himself for retreating, and Liu Wenjiu was struggling in the whirlpool by himself, continuing to drift in the circle.

"This kid is not bad," Kuang Zheng stretched out his hand and put his arms around Bao Chan's shoulders, "Does he have private money?"

Baochan raised his head abruptly, when Kuangzheng received a WeChat message, he glanced at it and asked Baochan, "Have you been on the trending search yet?"

"It's okay if you don't make it," Baochan didn't care, "Go home."

Kuang Zheng pulled him: "Look."

Baochan thought he was strange: "What to see..." But he clicked in anyway, he was on the trending search, but he wasn't number one, the number one in real time came up just now: Little W's identity is fake!

Baozhan was stunned, and immediately entered the topic. Just 2 minutes ago, the cutting-edge painter Lu Ranxia posted on Weibo that he had been stabbed in one eye by a girl named Xiao W, but that Xiao W was not the current Feng Shengshui. from the small w.

The person concerned made a statement to identify her, and the Internet exploded completely. A woman who didn't even have a real identity quickly lost her credibility. Coupled with Baochan's withdrawal from the circle, all the spears that were once held in her hands were turned around. Times, back to her.

This is the power of the Internet, like a torrent, it will be destroyed wherever it goes, it does not belong to anyone, it is the most fair, but also the most extreme, it has made some people, and smashed some people.

Lu Ranxia?Baochan knew each other, had dinner together after the pink chicken auction... He immediately looked at Kuangzheng.

"This is just the beginning," Kuang Zheng smiled, with a sharp ruthlessness, "Even if you don't play in this circle anymore, she shouldn't even think about playing in this circle."

Bao Chan was dumbfounded: "When did you..."

Kuang Zheng took his hand: "Go, go home."

Baochan chased after him and asked, "When I was upstairs quietly?"

Walking to the side of the car, Kuangzheng called again, Shan Haichou came, he was afraid that Bai Yinwu had something to do, so he immediately connected: "Hello?"

Shan Haichou's voice was low: "I'll give you a letter in advance."

Touxin?Kuang Zheng frowned.

"The head office is coming."

"What do you mean?" Kuang Zheng didn't understand.

"It's the same meaning as the West Building," said Shan Haichou, "Wanrong Zhenhui will become the second investment banking department."

And Kuangzheng will be the second Bai Yinwu.