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With a high temperature of nearly 40 degrees, Shi Kuoting was sweating profusely. Standing under a narrow shadow outside the conveyance room, the old man in the room opened the small window and waved to him: "Hey, don't stand here!"

Shi Kuo Ting looked around, and there was only a little shade at the gate of the Beijing Opera Troupe.

"No one is allowed around the sentry box," the old man turned a fan in the room, and a bit of stifling wind blew out, "The regiment leader's car will come right away..."

Just as I was talking, a black Audi drove out of the courtyard and stopped when it passed the Shikuo Pavilion. The driver lowered the window and said very unhappy: "Old Sun, how many times have I told you not to leave people waiting within five meters of the door?" !"

As the car drove away, Shi Kuoting and Lao Suntou cursed in unison, they looked at each other and smiled.At this time, a man in his 50s walked quickly in the courtyard, with a straight body and thick hair, and a loud voice: "Kuoting!"

"Uncle Guo!" Shi Kuoting picked up the big bag at his feet.

Uncle Guo is the apprentice of Mr. Shi. According to his seniority, Shi Kuoting should be called Shige, but he has not studied art in Ruyizhou for a long time. He found someone to be an actor in the Beijing Opera Troupe. Later, he quit the stage and went to the administrative department to work as an office director.

Uncle Guo went to the reception room to fill out the form, and Shi Kuoting left his ID card and signature before entering this large theater troupe with a history of more than 60 years.

"I haven't seen you for several years," Uncle Guo sighed, "Since the old man's memorial service, you have grown up."

"Yeah, it's been ten years," Shi Kuoting exchanged a few words, asked Uncle Guo's family and health, and then said, "Ruyizhou...the past few years have not been good."

"I think so," Uncle Guo nodded, "Let's not talk about you, our life is not easy. If it weren't for the state funding, how would we support the people in this courtyard?" He pointed to the administrative building in front of the building, and the parking lot in front of the building A group of young men and women gathered on the field chattering, "It's time to recruit again."

Shi Kuoting passed by the group of young people waiting in line to hand in materials, all of them were graduates of opera colleges, and they all blinked at him. "Deep Night" is the best among the younger generation."

Shi Kuoting followed him into the office. It was a nice room with air-conditioning and a tea table. He put the big bag on the table: "Brother, there is nothing left at home. An old inkstone."

People who sing operas talk about feelings. Uncle Guo sat behind the desk and didn't touch the pocket: "Kuo Ting, put your things away. If there is anything, tell the elder brother."

Shi Kuoting sat down on the sofa, hunched over, and clasped his hands awkwardly: "Ruyizhou can't stand it anymore."

Uncle Guo didn't make a sound.

"The Peking Opera Troupe of the city has a great career, I wonder if we can..." This was an unreasonable thought, but Shi Kuoting had no choice but to say, "Absorb us? Just four of you, Mr. Kuang, you know him, the old drum master." Baochan and I, as well as Gandan who sings Tsing Yi, all have the ability to watch the house..."

Uncle Guo raised his hand: "Kuoting," he said in a low voice, "If you want to come, I just don't want this old face, and I will let you have food, but Ruyizhou... no."

As expected, Shi Kuoting shut his mouth.

"Master Kuang is getting old, it's a violation of the rules to do him," Uncle Guo told him, "Bao Chan can be regarded as my younger brother, you come in first, and then you can do him after you step on it. As for that Tsing Yi, I know, that bastard That’s right, but now the higher ups don’t encourage men to dress up as women, so don’t worry about our regular troupe.”

What Shi Kuoting wants is not to have a bowl of rice to eat, but to eat. He goes out to carry out work, distribute leaflets, serve as a waiter, even if he puts a film on his mobile phone, he can't die. , Ying Xiaonong, Kuang Ye, everyone can still sing together under this sign!

Coming out of the Municipal Peking Opera Theater, he was still carrying the big bag, and took the No. 2 bus back to Ruyizhou. The huge tube building seemed abandoned and lifeless. He dragged himself up to the second floor, a long corridor, Only Ying Xiaonong had a door open, and a hurried voice came from the door:

"...Uncle Zou, you watched me grow up, I don't want 8000 million or 9000 million from you, I only want [-]!" Ying Xiaonong was begging, "Eighty thousand is fine, you usually go to Myanmar to play with rocks A fraction!"

Shi Kuoting let out a long sigh, and leaned against the wall wearily, the big bag slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

"I'm not doing it for myself, but for my friend, Uncle Zou," Ying Xiaonong begged, without the usual arrogance at all, "I've never begged you, just this time...my dad?"

"Yes," said Uncle Zou on the phone, "Don't blame Uncle for being cruel, Xiao Duo, without Mr. Duan's consent, which of us old fellows would dare to give you a penny?"

Ying Xiaonong stopped talking, clutching the phone, Uncle Zou on the other end called "Xiaoduo, Xiaoduo" repeatedly, he hung up the phone, opened the address book, Duan Youxi's name was impressively listed.

Dad, Ying Xiaonong struggled in his heart, and clicked on that name.

The father's figure is a little blurred, tall and thin, always wearing an old leather jacket, with a hoarse voice, he walked around the streets shouting bad when he was young, with such a hoarse voice, he pulled Ying Xiaonong's long hair Curse: "Look at what you look like!"

Ying Xiaonong was thrown on the ground, half of her makeup was not finished on her face, and she refused to admit defeat and shouted: "Cross-dressing is not shameless! This is art, it is the quintessence of China!"

"What art..." Duan Youxi rolled up his sleeves angrily, and threw the folding table on him, "Let me find out which bastard hooked you up to learn this, and I'll kill him!"

"You beat me to death first!" Ying Xiaonong held his head and rolled on the expensive cedar wood floor, "You can't beat me to death, I'm going to learn opera tomorrow!"

"I don't have a son like you!" Duan Youxi began to cough, his face flushed red, "Do you think they like you when they look at you and smile? They are laughing at you! The whole world laughs at you for not being a man or a woman!"

Beep—the dial tone sounded, Ying Xiaonong reacted, hung up the phone immediately, the whole world laughed at you... well, let them laugh!The young and vigorous Ying Xiaonong thought, I might as well change my name to "Ying Xiaonong", let the whole world see, and wait for them to laugh!

"Hey..." Young and frivolous, today's Ying Xiaonong looked at the wildly growing weeds outside the window, only a wry smile.

The 57th floor of Wanrong Investment Banking Department.

Kuang Zheng called Duan Xiaojun to his office, and there was a piece of A4 paper on the table: "Valuation, will you?"

Duan Xiaojun studied "Valuation Method" by himself. He has the concept, but has no practical experience: "Not very... sure."

Kuang Zheng smiled, a rookie in sociology, if he is sure, he will go to hell: "I will send you my valuation template." Millennium's order is almost done, and the promotion document is just a formality, "Follow it, You graduated from Peking University, that’s not a problem.”

Being praised, Duan Xiaojun was secretly happy. At this time, Kuangzheng turned over the paper on the table, and there was a number written on it: "Estimate according to this number."

It was finalized by him and Bai Yinwu, meeting three conditions, first, it is not far from the actual value of the Millennium, second, it will be higher than Dong Daxing's expectation, third, it is not outrageously high, and there is still a later asking price Space, this kind of subtle price control is the result of years of industry experience, which cannot be compared with simple technical valuation.

But Duan Xiaojun didn't understand: "Boss, I think... it's better not to pre-reference the valuation setting?"

Kuang Zheng leaned against the back of the chair, raised his chin to express doubts, that arrogant look was dazzling.

"The market value of Millennium is tens of billions, whether it is a cash or stock transaction, such a large transaction," Duan Xiaojun worried, "We should be responsible to the market and seek truth from facts..."

"Let's talk nonsense," Kuangzheng became annoyed after listening to a few words, "Give it to Clemen after he reads it. If there is no problem, he will print it, and he will order the finished product at noon tomorrow."

Duan Xiaojun opened his eyes wide, this dead line is too tight.

"Dong Daxing went to Millennium's Hainan base to relax. Laobai and I had to take the documents and talk to him," Kuangzheng pointed to the door, meaning to let him go out. He still had a lot of complicated materials to do. Dong After Daxing made a final decision, the business was officially won, "The plane will depart from the company at 12:[-] tomorrow afternoon."

In other words, Duan Xiaojun only had less than 24 hours. He glanced at the number on the paper, took a deep breath, and nodded.

Kuangzheng’s valuation template is very beautiful. It uses the comparative analysis method. There are two Excel files in total, and 52 and 16 worksheets are built respectively. Duan Xiaojun did not apply it directly, but understood it while analyzing it. Quickly touched the doorway.

At 1.0:[-] the next morning, Clemen went to the office, turned on the computer, and several notifications popped up in the internal system, the top one was from Duan Xiaojun: "Millennium Valuation [-]".He glanced at the sending time, it was just an hour ago.

Clemen raised his eyebrows, opened the file and looked at the valuation results first, within the range he expected, and then looked at the valuation process. Both the content and the format were perfect, which was a typical rectification style. He suddenly felt a strong jealousy, envy The boss gave the layman his template.

Suddenly, his gaze paused, and he quickly flipped through several worksheets. Then he picked up the phone and dialed Duan Xiaojun's number. He only dialed the first five digits before stopping.

There is a fatal flaw in this valuation-there is no premium treatment.

For a large listed company like Millennium that is in the expansion period, the buyer needs to pay about 30% more in order to become a controlling shareholder. Go to one place for an analysis of the premium.

Clemen was not surprised. That kid didn’t have the concept of premium in his sociological head at all, and what Kuangzheng gave him was a standard comparable analysis template. The premium was not reflected in the valuation process, but had to be calculated separately on the basis of the valuation results. The problem was then Appeared.

This is not a small mistake, but it is difficult to find out, because customers only care about how much the company can sell, and they will not read boring valuation documents at all, but correcting it, Clemen slowly raised the corners of his mouth and threw the landline microphone back.

Later, he replied in the internal system: I see, yes, let's print it.