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Kuangzheng returned home and took a look at Baochan's side. The lights were dark, but the fresh package at the door was not there. The law and order in the villa area has always been very good. He walked over and rang the doorbell.

Immediately there was a response from the room: "Here we come!"

Kuang Zheng frowned, Bao Chan was in the living room on the first floor, but he didn't turn on the light.

The door lock rang, turned halfway and stopped, and the door asked: "Who?"

Kuang Zheng smiled: "Me."

The door opened, and Baochan was standing at the door wearing a vest and shorts, Kuangzheng could imagine the smell on his body: "Why didn't you go to work today?"

"I'm on leave." Baochan murmured nasally, and in the dim light of the porch, he could see his reddish eye sockets and nose, and he guessed that he was crying alone in the darkened living room.

A 28-year-old man is not a weak person, what could make him like this?

Entering the room to change shoes, Bao Chan was a bit behind his back, Kuang Zheng pretended not to notice: "Is the dog here?"

"Legs are much better, I can't stay, sometimes I come to me for a stutter," Baochan held the big scissors and squatted on the ground to open fresh packages, "Have you had dinner yet?"

Kuangzheng hasn't eaten yet, but he can't bear to ask someone who just had a breakdown to cook for him: "I've eaten."

The package contained celery, pork, some shallots, and a box of unnamed fruit, about the size of a grown man's fist, purple-red, covered with a layer of waxy hoarfrost.

"Dinosaur eggs," Kuang Zheng saw Bao Chan holding the box to look around, took off his suit and rolled up his sleeves, "Have you eaten?"

Baochan raised his head, and there was something pure in his eyes: "Like a plum."

Kuang Zheng liked his eyes: "American plums are also grown in Chile," he unpacked and took the big plums to the counter to wash, "very sweet."

Baochan walked out of the kitchen. After a while, the TV sounded in the living room. It was an advertisement. It was so noisy that I couldn’t understand why. Kuangzheng stopped washing the fruit. It felt like home. TV, no need to say anything, each other is warm and safe.

Baochan sat on the sofa, staring at the screen, but in his mind was the ending of Ruyizhou, the future of him, Shi Kuoting, Ying Xiaonong and Master Kuang.

"Remember, when the time comes, the living can't be crushed to death by an old plaque..."

But without this plaque, is his treasure still a treasure?

Kuangzheng brought the fruit and threw one to him. Baochan caught it with both hands and took a bite, with an expression on his face: "It's so sweet!" He held the dinosaur egg with slender fingers, lined with purple-red flesh, like porcelain , The water droplets slid along the wrist bone to the inside of the forearm, flowing through the old-fashioned silver bracelet, and the small bell tied by the red thread moved, which was very lively.

Kuang Zheng sat down next to him, and the two of them ate together. The fruit was of good quality, not only sweet, but also delicate in taste. There was an advertisement for coconut palm juice on TV, and Kuang Zheng turned down the sound with the remote control: "I brought you a A present."

Bao Chan gnawed on the plum while looking at him: "What?"

Kuang Zheng didn't feel that he was interested. If his younger girlfriends in the past would have widened their eyes, they would jump on him and pull their ties and ask: Lipstick?perfume?Bag!

Kuang Zheng tilted his head slightly, and lowered his voice: "Wow-wow--"

Bao Chan was stunned and stared at him inexplicably.

"Sound of ocean waves." Kuang Zheng couldn't hold back, and laughed.

"What!" Baochan asked him to do this, and laughed, "You are not a wave, I thought you were learning to rain..."

Just as I was talking, the sound of waves really sounded in the house, swishing, the lonely silence of sea water flowing over the beach, Baozhan looked behind Kuangzheng, he took out his mobile phone, and secretly played the recording, it was last night A piece of audio recorded by the beach in Sanya.

He was also frustrated at the time.

Kuangzheng handed over the phone, most people would pick it up and listen, but Baochan didn't, he leaned sideways and bent his ears towards the phone, as if there was really a sea hidden in the phone, let him approach gently and listen.

Kuang Zheng couldn't say that this feeling was not a heartbeat, nor was it restlessness, but it was really the first time that he experienced indifferent stability, a rare refuge.

Lowering his eyes, he saw the protruding collarbone under Baochan's neck, and the light from the overhead light shone slightly, maybe it was the salt left by tears, and he accidentally said what was in his heart: "How much do you need?" money?"

Baochan suddenly raised her head and looked at him in surprise.

Now that he said it, Kuang Zheng said it to the end: "As much as you want."

Baochan couldn't refuse such a temptation, her Adam's apple slid up and down.

"Two million? Two million?"

"No," Baochan was startled by the number, "One hundred thousand..."

Kuang Zheng didn't expect so few: "Give me your account, and I'll call you now."

When the matter came to an end, Baochan flinched: "I can't afford it..."

Kuang Zheng chased after him: "You don't need to pay it back."

"I'm afraid that if you go on like this, you will either sell yourself or drive yourself to death..." Mr. Kuang's words sounded in his ears, and Baochan clenched his fists. He really wanted to sell himself. 10 yuan is enough How long will Ruyi Island last, one year, two years?It is a bottomless pit that cannot be filled.

Kuang Zheng saw his struggle, and stretched out his hand, palm up.

He wanted to give a high five, but Baochan misunderstood, and solemnly put his hand up.

Kuangzheng smiled: "Don't worry about borrowing money, think about it slowly." He held the hand, which is not big but has muscles and bones, "When will you have nowhere to go, take a step back, brother will be there behind you."

Baochan slowly grabbed him back.

Kuang Zheng looked into his eyes, those crane-like, pure eyes: "We are friends."

Baochan lowered his head, unable to say a few words, if Ruyizhou really broke up, he would move out of this big house, and they would go back to their respective worlds, no longer neighbors, nor friends.

After eating the dinosaur eggs and watching TV for a while, Kuangzheng went home. He was so hungry that he found two sandwich biscuits and swallowed them. He went upstairs to take a shower and go to sleep.The next day, Baozhan was sent to the city. When he reached the 57th floor, he was refreshed. Clemen looked at him, obviously he was cured overnight by "the one at home".

"Xiaodong, have you gathered the second round of quotations for Fusion?" Kuang Zheng strode across the office area.

"Ah?" He always asked Clemen this kind of question, Xiaodong was taken aback, and stood up from his seat, "It's still one family away, I'll hurry up!"

"No, send me all." Kuang Zheng, who never talked nonsense, opened the door and entered the VP room.

The office area immediately began to discuss: "What's the matter with the boss?"

"Yes, it turns out that he wants to keep track of the rhythm of the project."

"Wanrong's number one appraiser is Hand Buddha?"

"He Buddha, what will we do with the butcher knives he put down, we will be lonely!"

Everyone was laughing and laughing, only Clemen walked to Duan Xiaojun's desk without saying a word: "Come with me."

Duan Xiaojun was upset yesterday and got off work early. He wanted to study the control premium right now, so he had to put down the "Valuation Method" and go to the lounge with Clemen.

After confirming that no one was around, Clemen asked, "Did the boss... say anything yesterday?"

Duan Xiaojun didn't know what he was referring to: "He took all the responsibilities."

Clemen was not surprised. He followed Kuangzheng for more than two years and never saw him push the subordinates to block the gun.

"In front of Mr. Bai, Mr. Wang, and Mr. Fang," Duan Xiaojun said dejectedly, "he said that he was responsible for the accident, and he would conduct a public review within the department, and he would... give up this year's bonus."

Clemen's eyes widened.

"I said, I did the valuation, and it was my fault, but they..."

Clemen didn't listen to him, and rushed back to the office area, walked straight to the front of Kuangzheng's door, knocked on it, opened the door and entered without waiting for a reply.

Kuang Zheng was leaning on the armrest, reading the annual report of a chemical company, and slightly raised his eyelids: "Here we come."

Clemen took a deep breath: "The premium price...is my responsibility!"

Kuang Zheng looked at him fixedly, but didn't speak.

"I found that the valuation was wrong, but I didn't correct it," said Clemen, who was at risk of being fired. "I will go to the 62nd floor to explain it myself!"

Kuang Zheng slapped the annual report: "All of you have gone to the sky. You go to the 62nd floor after he has gone to the 62nd floor. Did you little shrimps go to the [-]nd floor casually!"

Clemen tensed his masseter muscles, not daring to look at him.

"Why?" Kuang Zheng asked, just these three words.

"I'm unbalanced," Clemen said unconvinced. "Not only me, but everyone in M&A doesn't understand why you trust that rookie. He obviously can't fart, and he doesn't have the ability to make independent valuations, yet you let him join the team to do Project, let me wipe his ass!"

"Finished?" Kuang Zheng leaned back in his chair.

"It's over!"

"He can't do farts, he doesn't have the ability to make independent valuations, and he's not suitable for making promotion documents," Kuang Zheng asked, "I've been doing mergers and acquisitions for ten years, tell me, how dare I do this?"

Clemen was questioned, he just didn't understand why Kuangzheng...

"Why do I ask Duan Xiaojun to print the things that Duan Xiaojun made without even looking at them?"

Because... Clemen opened his mouth wide, because he was the one who was the gatekeeper.

Even if Duan Xiaojun's valuation is like shit, Kuang Zheng doesn't have to worry about it, because his most important subordinates are ahead to clean up the battlefield.

Kuang Zheng looked at him like an idiot: "So do I trust him or you?"

Clemen was stunned, and Kuangzheng handed Duan Xiaojun who was nothing to him, which was equivalent to letting him cover his most vulnerable back, but he didn't cover it: "Boss..."

"Okay, let's go out." Kuangzheng opened the annual report and continued to read, "This matter is over."

Shamed, remorseful, moved, Clemen stood still.

Kuang Zheng added: "If you don't come today, you won't be able to go to work tomorrow."

Clemen understood: "Boss, I promise there will be no second time!"

"Stop talking about pretty words," Kuang Zheng said he never showed mercy, "I still have to give you psychological counseling when you're such an adult, it's getting harder and harder every time!"

Clemen came out of the VP room. Although he was ashamed and was severely disciplined once, he looked completely new. When he returned to his seat, he glanced at Duan Xiaojun who was studying hard: "Rookie, bring a chair here."

Duan Xiaojun was studying K with a dazed expression on his face.

"Sit over here!" Clemen pulled off his tie, swearing that he would not give up until he tortured and cried, "I'll teach you what a control premium is!"