narrow red

On the day Mr. Xiao received the funds, Kuang Zheng contacted Fang Chengcheng.

Fang Chengcheng is the founder of Motion Picture Communications, and he is called brothers and sisters with the directors and executives of Hot Wheels. He has experienced ups and downs several times, but Kuang Zheng did not stand idly by. This time he volunteered to lobby his old subordinates for Kuang Zheng, who are willing to sell the shares. He promised high compensation, and those who were unwilling to cash out also stated that they would fully support Aiyin's acquisition.

On the same day, at 12:[-] noon, Yan Lingjia, the moderator of Warring States Red in China, issued a statement, disclosing his identity as the founder of Warring States Red to the whole community for the first time, and calling on holders from all over the world not to panic and stop large-scale Sell, say "no" to short capital.

At 12:03, bd, the second largest account of Zhan Guohong, followed up and reprinted Yan Lingjia's statement, clearly advocating sticking to the front and refusing to sell.

At 12:05, Xiao Gu, the third largest account of Zhan Guohong, followed up and made the same promise, saying that he would not take advantage of the chaos to trade, and strive to stabilize the price of Zhan Guohong.

At 12:17, the only influential financial institution in the Warring States Red community, China Wanrong Zhenhui, made a decision to deal with malicious short selling: resist with all its strength and never bow.

So far, the Warring States Red first-line account alliance has been formally formed.

A week later, Ying Xiaonong led the Duan family brothers to hold online press conferences on various live broadcast platforms, domineeringly announced that they have held 21.6% of the shares of Fenghuolun, and became the largest shareholder of Zhengcai's short video business, and claimed that they would not stop controlling With the acquisition of Zhengcai Group, Aine's next target will be the semiconductor sector.

As soon as the news came out, public opinion was in an uproar.

After the press conference, Ying Xiaonong took the equity transfer contract and went to Deyi City. The headless Miyajima Osaka pine was still there. Uncle Zou was not willing to throw it away, and he was still living well under the Xiangyang window.

The five times the price agreed before, the two parties signed the pen and signed the last period. Uncle Zou sincerely sighed: "You are worthy of being the son of Lao Duan!"

Ying Xiaonong put away the contract without saying a word.

"You've grown up," Uncle Zou looked at him, "You're not the little Duo who stretched out his arms for me to hug when I was a child."

Ying Xiaonong raised her eyes: "You are not that Uncle Zou who patted my head and asked me if I would eat candy."

They looked at each other across a square table, Ying Xiaonong was getting more and more capable, and Uncle Zou was getting old, his temples were already graying, except for the money he got in exchange for this share, his hands were empty.

"Uncle Zou," Ying Xiaonong stood up, "Don't give all the money to your son, keep some for yourself."

Uncle Zou was surprised, he still cared about himself.

"I know," Ying Xiaonong shook the contract in his hand, "You have been holding on to these shares and not selling them, just waiting for me."

Uncle Zou rolled his eyes, like an old man who is afraid of being seen out of his mind: "You think too much, I'm just waiting for your good price."

It doesn't matter, anyway, he didn't sell Aiyin's shares to anyone else, he sold them to the children of the Duan family, Ying Xiaonong turned to leave, Uncle Zou reluctantly called him: "Xiaoduo."

Ying Xiaonong turns around.

"For so many years," Uncle Zou leaned back on the chair, a little stooped, "I haven't heard you sing an opera yet."

Ying Xiaonong smiled: "I'm too shy when I sing Danjiao."

Uncle Zou straightened up, and suddenly he had the energy to gallop in the business world: "Whether you are a man, it doesn't depend on the thickness of your throat."

This makes sense, Ying Xiaonong cleared his throat, looked at the Miyajima Osaka plant under the window, and sang with enthusiasm: "What do you say is that the flowers are beautiful and the moon is full, and people live long, and the mountains and rivers are so sad. Hu'er rides jackals and bandits. Drink horses there and dye the blood of the Yellow River!"

It is Han Yuniang from "Life and Death", a weak girl, but she has a heart that is not afraid of strong captives.

"Taste the courage to endure, never bow to his strengths," Ying Xiaonong is the same, although he is an opera singer, but in front of the family honor, he does not give up an inch, "Siyouyou hates you, which state is the hometown of Yueming in? !"

What a "right to endure", what a "do not bow your head", Uncle Zou looked at him in a daze, looking at the thin waist and thin back, walked out of his home, to meet the sunlight outside the door, to enter a bigger world .

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Bao Chan was sitting in the back seat of the Maybach. A few nights ago, he told Huo Pi that he was the child who was thrown away. Huo Pi was shocked at first, but then he thought of what he had said, so ashamed that he ran away shirtless.

Xiao Hao stopped the car in front and turned around: "Brother Bao, we're here."

Across the road is the ear-picking shop from last time, with a rose-colored front, and Bao Chan walked in. Coincidentally, Huo Pi was in the lobby, picking out the ears of a customer who had left the table.

A young girl in a cheongsam greeted her: "Sir, is there one?"

Bao Chan pointed at Huo Bandit: "I'll wait for him."

The girl glanced at his clothes and said enthusiastically, "Sir, you can wait in the private room on the second floor first. We have Tieguanyin and Dahongpao..."

At this time, Huo Pi went off the clock, and sitting up on the bed was a 50-[-]-year-old aunt, with curly hair and a red skirt, who stepped on the sky like an awl, and tugged at his arm: "The young man's technique is really good!"

Huo Bandit thanked him with a smile while packing his tools.

The aunt didn't let go, pestered him and asked, "How old is the young man?"

Huo Bandit didn't refuse either, and lied about his age: "Eighteen."

"Then you just went to college," the aunt's eyes lit up, "I grew up with my son, it's summer vacation, come out to work? Come on, auntie will take care of your business, first add a WeChat..."

"Huo bandit!" Baochan called out to him.

Huo Bandit turned around, not only him, but all the customers in the Santai area looked this way. The girl at the front desk saw that Baozhan didn't seem to be here for consumption, so she put on a straight face: "Sir, please deal with private matters in private, now is our working time .”

Bao Chan pushed back: "I'll buy his working time."

The girl thought he was joking: "Sir, look at what you said..."

Baochan took out his wallet, and there was a row of VIP cards on the card slot. He didn't move, took out a wad of cash, more than 3000 yuan, put it gently on the table, turned and went upstairs: "Let him come over."

Huo Bandit went to the front desk to hand in the work card, and the aunt followed along, tremblingly paying the bill. The boss was unhappy: "It's amazing to have money, I can't wait for a few minutes!"

Huo Pi wrote his name on the back of her receipt and said, "That's my brother!"

Baochan sat on the big red massage bed, took off his suit, and put it casually beside him, the sun shone in from the window behind him, as if it was going to melt him, Huo Bie stood at the door and didn't go in.

"Come here." Baochan called him.

Huo Pi drooped his head, awkwardly: "What's the matter, you can tell me."

Baochan held the master's stand: "I'll let you come over."

Huo Bandit took a step.

"You child," Baochan said sternly, "Hurry up!"

Huo Pi then rubbed over, Bao Chan glanced and saw a new wound on his right wrist: "How did you do it?"

"Let the cloud knife (1) scrape it," Huo Bandit muttered, "it's okay."

Baochan stared at the wound, and took his hand: "Come back."

back?Where are you going back to, that magnificent theater building?Huo Pi asked himself, did he belong there?

"The practice clothes are ready for you," Baochan raised his head and looked into his eyes, "I will teach you to sing, let you study, and then I will send you to study abroad." He was very serious, "You will have everything I don't have. "

What he doesn't have?Huo Pi murmured: "You have golden branches and jade leaves, nothing."

Baochan gave him two words: "Youth."

Huo Bandit didn't understand.

"When my mother left, I was also seventeen or eighteen." Baochan smiled bitterly, "I went to college, and my elder brother saved me money. I worked part-time for fifty quick money a week, the poorest in the theater troupe. At that time, there was no water or electricity, we rehearsed under the moonlight, this is my youth."

Huo Pi couldn't imagine that a master like Baochan had such a difficult time.

"Like you, I have struggled at the bottom of society. The difference is that I have a senior brother and friends." Baochan squeezed his hand, "Now you have me, I will not leave you, I will make you happy."

Happiness, something Huo Bandit hadn't even dared to think about, hit him on the head suddenly, making him dazed.

"As long as you're doing well," Baozhan said very gently, "Singing in a down-to-earth manner."

Huo Bie was afraid of his gentleness: "I am a social person, and I have a dragon on my back. Are you afraid that I will have bad intentions?"

Baochan smiled: "From the time you went out to fight just to find a job, I know that you are a good boy."

Huo Pi blushed, and he didn't speak for a long time, and then he spoke, a little embarrassed: "Dragon..."

"What?" Baochan didn't hear clearly.

"Dragon," Huo Bandit repeated, finally showing the nervousness that a child of this age should have, "Do you want to wash it off?"

Baochan realized that he felt that people with tattoos should not sing opera, and he was afraid that the dragon on his body would discredit Peking opera.

"Why wash it off?" Baochan asked him back.

"Ah?" Huo Pi said, "I'm afraid they..."

"Who are they?" Baochan asked again.

Huo Pi couldn't answer, Baochan told him: "You can be whoever you are, the world's preferences have nothing to do with you, don't distort yourself to please anyone, you know?"

Huo Pi was ignorant, but still nodded, "Okay," Baochan shook his hand, "That's brother."

"Fuck you!" Huo Pi was embarrassed, and threw him away, "You have a good idea!"

Baochan smiled brightly and picked up his coat: "Go, take me to see Mom."

Their mother was not buried in the cemetery, but in the storage area of ​​the funeral home, because it only costs a little money to deposit.

In the densely packed small grid, the urn with her name on it occupies a place. This place is very lively, people come and go, there are squashed chrysanthemums and all kinds of cigarette butts on the ground, a place that is not suitable for mourning at all, Baozhan But tears were shed, and Huo Bandit took his shoulders and hugged him tightly.

Baochan forgave her.

Quite simply, resentment has gone with the dead, leaving only a vague love for the living to remember.

Coming out of the funeral home, Kuangzheng called. He still couldn't go home tonight, the Warring States Red was still falling, and the loss of Wanrong Zhenhui was on the verge of being bearable.

In November last year, a joint statement by Yan Lingjia and bd successfully saved Zhan Guohong from the bifurcation crisis, but in just half a year, the three major accounts were unable to prevent an irrational sell-off. There is one, but the Warring States Red itself, which has grown from a small community to a big market, and the market has always only cared about profits.

When Kuang came to Xiaoxing’s computer and pressed his cigarette butts hard, Zhang Rong arrived and was very aggressive. As soon as he entered the VIP room, he pointed at his nose and scolded: “Kuang, did you fucking forget that you are my private friend?” silver!"

He came to Xingshi to inquire about the crime, which showed that the balance of the situation had tilted, and the situation had been corrected: "Brother, you should be clear that I have no hostility towards you."

Zhang Rong knew it, but he couldn't calm down. He had already lost control of Hot Wheels, and he couldn't be cut off any more.

"Business is business," Kuang Zheng said, "I can't give up a good deal for my brother's loyalty, can I?"

These are Zhang Rong's original words, he gritted his teeth: "Kuangzheng, what are you entangled with me, your Warring States Red is almost ruined, and you will go to jail to pay for the loss of Wanrong Zhenhui!"

Heh, Kuangzheng smiled: "Daishan told you?" He raised his eyebrows, "He must not have told you how many times he increased the leverage in making Warring States Red, right? He didn't tell you either. European and American accounts, Warring States Red China, and even the whole of Asia are standing up, we haven’t conceded defeat yet!”

Zhang Rong once said that he didn’t want to cooperate with overseas investment banks because he is a person with national honor, and Kuangzheng focused on this point: “Daishan told you that you can win if the Warring States Red collapses?” He sneered, "You may not know who Daishan is, but you must know who I am."

Yes, Zhang Rong knew about Kuangzheng. He was a gentleman, but when he was fierce, he had the ability to swallow thousands of miles with anger.

"Quit," Kuang Zheng advised him, "There's still time."

Can't refund, Zhang Rong has already spent too much money for Aiyin.

"Come out to mess around," Kuang Zheng patted him on the shoulder, "If you earn, you lose..."

At this time, the door of the VIP room was knocked open from the outside, Kuang Zheng was taken aback, his eyes widened: "Why didn't you knock on the door!"

"Boss, Boss," came Xiaoxing, "Warring States Red..."

Zhang Rong turned his head abruptly.

"Warring States Red is on TV," Lai Xiaoxing murmured, as if in disbelief, "China Central Television..."

(1) Yundao: A tool for picking ears.