narrow red

It was already midnight when Kuang Zheng arrived home. In the villa area, there were only winding street lights on both sides of the main road, and the willow forest was quiet. He parked his Porsche in the garage and entered the house through the main entrance.

Just after changing the shoes, the phone rang, and he picked it up: "Hello, Brother Zhao."

He forgot what it was called Zhao. He met at a gathering of venture capital circles last year. He was incubating the TMT (1) project and developing face recognition technology at the same time. He had made several phone calls before.

While taking off his suit, Kuang Zheng listened to him say that this man owns two technology companies. He started his business not long ago. He was spotted by a private equity manager and wanted to acquire them. Please correct the staff to help estimate the value and see how to sell it properly.

This kind of business is usually covered before the deal is completed. The fact that the surname Zhao can ask Kuangzheng for help shows that he trusts him. Kuangzheng accepts his trust: "No problem bro, please send the company's financial report and related documents."

Brother Zhao said again: "I'm a little anxious, brother."

Kuang Zheng glanced at his watch: "I'll give it to you tomorrow morning."

Brother Zhao didn't expect him to be so happy, so he smacked his lips: "Okay, bro, I've made a note."

"You're welcome, brother." Kuang Zheng hung up the phone, went upstairs to take a shower, and looked at his phone again. The reports of the two companies for a year and a half had been sent to the mailbox. He opened a can of beer and was about to start work when he suddenly found that the house was empty. computer.

"I'll go!" He searched from house to house, the house was moved by the people below, and they thought very carefully, food, rice, oil, salt, underwear, even the somatosensory games have been updated to the latest version, but there is no computer, not even a notebook.

Kuangzheng was amused, and it was useless to call to teach him a lesson at this time. He suddenly remembered that when he came back from the car just now, he saw that the neighbor's house across the street seemed to have lights on.

He took the phone key and went out wearing sneakers and slacks. The cool night breeze brought the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus trees, which made people feel inexplicably itchy.

One road away, the first floor of the neighbor’s house was brightly lit. He rang the doorbell, and when he looked up, he saw the sweet-scented osmanthus tree growing here.

After waiting for a while, no one opened the door, so he pressed it again, and looked at the watch, it was past one o'clock, but still no one opened.He walked down the steps and was thinking about driving back to the company when the door behind him opened with a click.

Kuang Zheng turned his head, and there was a man standing there, wearing big loose shorts. From the bottom of the steps, his legs were slender and straight, as if they had been clamped by a splint, surprisingly beautiful.

"Hello..." Kuang Zheng stared at his legs, pointed to his home, "I'm the neighbor across the street."

Baochan fell into a drowsy sleep, squinting his eyes: "Hi, what's the matter?"

"I came here when the light was on," Kuangzheng walked up the steps. The sweet-scented osmanthus tree was so fragrant that he was a little smoky. "I have something urgent at work and I want to borrow my computer."

Baochan moved in temporarily, and had nothing but a few changes of clothes from the hospital. Just as he was about to refuse, the shadow of the tree shook him. He saw the face in front of him clearly, and it was inexplicably familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere——in Ruyi Island that day , When he met Kuang Zheng's eyes, he was a little dizzy and his consciousness was blurred.

"I said..." Kuang Zheng watched him staring blankly at himself, feeling uncomfortable, "Do you have a computer?"

Baochan cleaned up the house in the afternoon, and there was a laptop in the bedroom, which he guessed belonged to the original owner, so he didn't touch it.

"Excuse me if it's inconvenient." Saying that, Kuangzheng turned to leave.

"Wait a minute," Baochan called to stop him, it was so late, and this place was far away from the city, "I have a notebook."

Kuang Zheng followed him into the room and sat down on the sofa in the living room.

Baochan went upstairs to get the computer, and when he came down, he heard Kuang on the phone: "Aren't you delivering food 24 hours a day? What's wrong with this address... I'll add money in the suburbs, three hundred? Five hundred!"

After apologizing repeatedly over there, he still hung up the phone, Kuang Zheng cursed in English, and threw the phone aside.

Baochan put the notebook on the coffee table and poured him a glass of cool water: "You didn't have dinner?"

"Eat, eat more at eight o'clock," Kuangzheng turned on the computer, logged into the mailbox and downloaded files while creating a new Excel table, "I will definitely be hungry when I work until three or four o'clock."

Three or four o'clock?Bao Chan opened his eyes wide: "Unfortunately, I have no rice or salt here, or..."

"What's the matter?" Kuang Zheng smiled, and quickly imported the data in his hand, "I have everything there, tea, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea pepper, and cinnamon. Can you make it?"

At this time, a call came in, and it was Alice from the company's general affairs department: "Mr. Kuang, just a short notice, this year's welcome location is set in Macau, tomorrow...no, the flight at 10:30 this morning, please bring your ID card and board the plane I will send you WeChat information."

For an investment bank doing M&A (2), it is not surprising to pick up a project in the middle of the night, not to mention benefits, and Kuang Zheng replied "I got it" and quickly entered the working state.

Wanrong welcomes new students twice a year. The scale of summer recruitment is relatively large. They often go to Macau, Hong Kong and Busan.

"I can cook," Baochan said, "What kind of food do you have?"

Kuang Zheng was doing data calendaring, frowning, with a disturbed expression: "Huh?"

"I said, I can cook, what do you want to eat."

Kuang Zheng's clattering hands on the keyboard stopped, and the corners of his mouth, which was too serious to please, unconsciously hooked up. He got up with his notebook in his arms, and put his other hand in his trouser pocket smartly: "Will you take a look at my place?"

Baochan nodded, took the key, and followed him home under the moonlight in the middle of the night.

The apartment types of the two buildings are the same, with an island-style kitchen. Baochan is washing rice and vegetables at the counter, and Kuangzheng is sitting on the bar stool here to make an estimate. After a while, the whole living room is filled with sweet and fresh aromas. .

Kuang Zheng glanced at his watch, it was only past two o'clock, he endured it and asked, "Can I eat it?"

Baochan's back is facing him, he is not short, more than 1.7 meters eight, his body is thin and straight, like the back of a knife, and like a flower stem, a slender neck is exposed from the neckline of his T-shirt, and his gestures are always Let Kuangzheng feel like some kind of animal.

"Shall I eat it now? It's a little hot." Baozhan turned around, with long eyebrows, phoenix eyes, and a face that had been steamed by the heat.

Kuang Zheng thought of it, it was a crane, a crane with white feathers, black tail, and a little red on its forehead.

"Is there any sesame oil?" Baochan asked.

Kuang Zheng was stunned, he had never paid attention to these things at home, such as rice, shallots, and salt, if it wasn't for this unknown neighbor, he would have forgotten what home-cooked food tastes like.

Baochan knew it was useless to ask him, so he found it in the closet, turned around and brought a bowl of porridge, sprinkled with peanuts and chopped spinach, and ordered a drop of sesame oil.

Kuangzheng took a sip while blowing on the hot air, and swallowed it.

Baochan wiped his hands. There was a heavy silver bracelet on his left wrist, with a line of small characters engraved on it, and a piece of old-fashioned red thread wrapped around it. A pair of bells hung from it. Looking straight, it looked like something worn by a woman.

And his big shorts, it doesn't look like a person who lives in this kind of house, "Do you live alone?" He asked.

When it comes to the house, Baochan feels guilty: "Ah...um."

"I'm alone too." Kuang Zheng Feng Juan Yun Yun finished a bowl of porridge and asked for more.

Baochan went to give it to him: "The house is not mine, it is borrowed," he said truthfully, "Temporary stay."

It's no wonder that Kuangzheng had wild imaginations when he said that. He had seen many people who lived in other villas. They were roughly divided into three categories: salesmen, mistresses, and concubines. In a word, they were not serious people.

The owner is a woman?Thinking about it this way, Kuangzheng stroked the treasure from head to toe with his eyes. It is considered beautiful, but it is not the type that can make middle-aged rich women spend money on cars, watches, and villas. How should I put it, it looks too pure. The porridge made has a pure taste that will not cause trouble.

"We'll be neighbors from now on," Kuang Zheng said, "Take care of each other." He's a man who has nothing to offer, mainly because he wants others to take care of him. "What's your name?"

"The surname is Bao, Baozhang, the blooming Zan."

Bao... I seem to have heard of it somewhere, Kuangzheng asked: "Is there another surname?"

"Manchu," said Baochan, "the ones with the white flag."

Kuang Zheng raised his eyebrows: "Kuang Zheng, the 'Kang' of 'Kang Zheng', the 'Zheng' of 'Kang Zheng'."

Bao Chan smiled and nodded.

Kuang Zheng didn't know where to poke him into a smile, but this smile was very eye-catching, like a crane resting on the sand suddenly showing its wings: "You have already fallen asleep, why is the light on the first floor still on?"

Baochan frowned: "I... forgot to turn off the light."

He didn't tell the truth. The truth was that it was the first time he lived in such an empty house, and it was still in the suburbs. The floor-to-ceiling windows were frighteningly large, and all the trees could be seen at a glance. The wind was howling, and he couldn't sleep without turning on a few lights.

"By the way, can you cook porridge?" Baochan changed the subject.

Kuang Zheng paused for a moment while scooping up the porridge.

More than three years ago, when he was on a business trip in Singapore, he found a Teochew porridge shop that was very appetizing. He specially packed a portion to eat the next day, but he didn't eat the porridge and burned the hotel's pot.To this day, he still can't figure it out, there is water in the porridge, how can it be like that grandma?

"Yes," Kuang Zheng grinned, showing his white teeth, "How could it not be possible!"

Baochan felt relieved: "Then I'll go back, and I have to squeeze the subway tomorrow morning."

"Go to work?" Kuang Zheng put down the bowl.

Not going to work, but going to the troupe to practice kung fu. Ten years have been unshakable, but Bao Chan has not corrected it. It is unnecessary to say this to people who do not understand Peking Opera.

"I'll take you off tomorrow morning," Kuang Zheng threw the bowl into the sink, "There's no taxi nearby."

"No need." Even if he had a car, Baochan was reluctant to take it, "It's too early."

"Don't be polite with brother," Kuangzheng is used to saying the last sentence, there is no room for discussion, "What time?"

Baochan thought about it and said, "06:30, seven o'clock is fine."

Kuangzheng hadn't gotten up before nine o'clock in five or six years, and his face turned green when he heard this, so he bit the bullet and agreed, "Okay, seven o'clock, I'll wait for you by the roadside."

"Thank you..." Baochan walked to the door and called out sincerely, "Brother."

Kuangzheng didn't take this "brother" seriously at all. He knew more people in one day than Baochan in half his life. After setting the alarm clock, he went to the computer to make data.He used to be Wanrong's best appraiser, and the modeling of two unlisted companies was as simple as a little girl turning a rope in his hands.

(1) TMT: technology, media, and communication industries.

(2) M&A: mergers and acquisitions.