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"Bai Yinwu, I've been with you for ten years," Kuang Zheng growled, "You fucking fuck me!"

Bai Yinwu was expressionless. After returning to the desk, he picked up a cigar from the flat wooden box on the desk and warmed it up slowly: "Kangzheng, don't forget that you were the one who called me and asked me to help you no matter what. a handful."

He raised his eyes and looked behind the scorching flames, and there was a piece of ice in his eyes.

"I fucking asked you to help the Executive Vice President of the Investment Banking Department!" Kuang Zheng gritted his teeth and glared at him like a knife, "You clearly know my feelings for A, and the pride that valuation and transactions bring me. !" He took a deep breath, "But you didn't stop me, I was swept out by you like a fucking pile of garbage!"

Bai Yinwu lowered his head and toasted his cigar without saying a word.

"Just to make the boss happy? Huh?" Kuang Zheng asked him forcefully, until now he still didn't believe that Bai Yinwu really didn't want him anymore, "I'm just a shit for you!"

Bai Yinwu snapped off the lighter: "Kuangzheng," he held the cigarette between his hands, his fingers trembling slightly, "You have been with me for ten years, and you regard me as your master and elder brother, but think about it, I also have a master and an elder brother! Now The company encountered difficulties and needed someone to break the ice, my master found me, can I say 'no' to my master?"

Kuang Zheng was dumbfounded.

"Whether the ten years with you or the ten years with my master is more important, I don't compare, and I can't compare." Bai Yinwu threw down his cigarette and stood up, "I only know that this is the company's decision. The situation is urgent, and I, as the managing director of the investment banking department, must push forward!"

He bites the word "managing director" very hard. In this building, he is the boss of the investment banking department first, and then he is the master of Kuang Zheng.Kuang Zheng understood that Bai Yinwu looked at this matter from the perspective of the senior management, and his personal gains and losses were negligible in front of the company's interests: "What if I don't do it?"

Bai Yinwu didn't answer directly, and changed another way of saying: "Kendrick, the private banking department is a brand new department, you are its founder, it will be shaped according to your will, and all people, money, and things are in your hands Master, to put it bluntly, you are the king of that piece of wealth."

Kuang Zheng was in a state of confusion, the blood vessels in his temples were bulging, as if they were about to burst at any moment.

"This is a strategic decision. The company has high hopes for the private bank. The reason why they chose you is to hope that you can break new ground," Bai Yinwu said solemnly, "because you are the best v in Wanrong."

What he said was so sweet that Kuang Zheng believed it, "Old Bai, you don't have to brainwash me," he said firmly, "I won't do it."

"Don't do it," Bai Yinwu also came out of A. Although he has been in a high-level office for several years, his wolfish nature is still there. "You don't do anything."

This was a blatant threat. If he refused, Kuang Zheng might lose Wan Rong's job. He stared at Bai Yinwu in shock, trying to see something from his face, whether it was true love, falsehood, viciousness, or guilt.

"Go out," Bai Yinwu turned his back and said in a low voice, "I'll give you time to think about it."

Kuang Zheng clenched his fists and turned to leave. His temples were swollen and painful. He went out and turned a corner. Under the large bay window in the central hall, he met Dai Shan and Vice President Fang who were smoking.

"Hey, Xiao Kuang," Vice President Fang turned his head, saw him, and smiled, "Congratulations."

Kuang Zheng's face froze instantly. This guy actually knew about the unannounced organizational changes and personnel arrangements!

Vice President Fang chatted with Dai Shan, then returned to his office with a smile, and snorted lightly as he walked past Kuang Zheng, as if mocking him.

A sharp buzzing sounded in Kuang Zheng's ears. In front of him, Dai Shan walked towards him, smoking a cigarette. He was dressed in a vulgar beige suit and had a greasy hair. He called out maliciously, "Vice President Kuang."

Kuang Zheng's tinnitus was severe, and he frowned: "Who is your name?"

"Don't play dumb," Daishan tilted his head and looked out the window, "There is nothing on this financial street that I don't know about."

Kuang Zheng's face was tense and he didn't speak.

"Remember," Daishan turned his eyes back and looked at him with sharp viciousness, "I always leave this executive vice president to you."

He wanted to sprinkle more salt on Kuangzheng's wound, "Give it to me?" Kuangzheng smashed his teeth and swallowed the blood, and stiffened, "If it's really the meat in your mouth, you won't spit it out even if you are killed."

"Tsk," Daishan sneered, "If I really want this executive vice president, just because of your mistake of Millennium, I can kill you, believe it or not?"

Kuang Zhengxin, in the past two months, he felt that Daishan was too quiet more than once, so quiet that it made him hairy: "I believe it?" He forced himself to relax, "I believe you have a ghost!"

"Kuangzheng," Dai Shan stifled the cigarette on his fingertips directly, he liked the slightly scalding heat, "I knew that the position of executive vice president was reserved for private banks."

No matter how good Kuang Zheng's mental quality was, no matter how good he was at acting, he was stunned at this moment.

"People have their own way, ghosts have their way." Daishan threw the cigarette butt on the ground, "My way, you can't accept it."

Why did he know about the ease of setting up a new department so early on? Two months ago, I'm afraid Bai Yinwu was still in the dark, hr?Headquarters executives?Board of Directors?

"Your cleverness is in the wrong place," Daishan said gloatingly, "So what if you make ten or twenty millenniums, you don't understand your own affairs, what are you doing?"

Kuang Zheng's face was ashen. Even though the knife was on his neck, he still held his breath and refused to admit defeat: "Daishan, do you think it's the first day I know you?" He straightened his back and looked down at him condescendingly, "You I'm not the same kind of person at all, if I throw you a bone, you'll grab it, I don't want to go to the vice president of private banking, you may not."

Dai Shan looked at him and smiled slowly: "Dude, you really understand me," he posted towards Kuang Zheng, "I won't fight for this private money because..."

Kuang Zheng stared at him.

Dai Shan suddenly asked: "Bai Yinwu didn't tell you?"

This gave Kuangzheng a heavy blow. He is Bai Yinwu's confidant, and all Wanrong knows that what can defeat him the most is the sadness of being abandoned by his trusted boss.

Kuang Zheng slid his Adam's apple with difficulty, and was on the verge of collapse.

Daishan was waiting for him to collapse: "That's not a decent unit," he put his arm on Kuangzheng, "It's a foreign private bank in Belgium that can't continue to work here. The mess left when it quit, the important people are no one wants. There is no money, except that the location of the office building is not bad, it is a loss-making business."

Kuang Zheng couldn't believe it. What was waiting for him was such a quagmire. No wonder Daishan said last time that he wanted to see his "end". It turned out that this was his end, being exiled from Financial Street.

"You didn't pass the purchase, right? I guess it's the debt procedure," Daishan explained to him, "At the beginning, I wanted the commercial bank to take over. You know the grandsons of the commercial bank, either the son of this or the son-in-law of that , none of them can withstand the thunder, and the higher-ups want to give it to our investment banking department, so Lao Bai put you..."

Before he finished speaking, Kuangzheng walked away. He really couldn't do it. He had been in the industry for ten years, and it was the first time he suffered a crushing defeat. It was not because of the project or opponent, but because of affection and trust.

Walking into the elevator, his nose was hot, and then his chin was a little itchy. He touched it subconsciously, and there was blood on his hand. Looking down, there were some fresh blood stains on the chest of his white shirt.

He hurriedly pulled the pocket towel to cover his nose, the blood flowed out, the pain in his temple was relieved a lot, and his mind became clear. Once he was clear, he was especially afraid that someone would enter the elevator at this time, and seeing his blood and his embarrassment, he didn't even dare to turn back. On the 57th floor, he kept pressing b2 nervously.

From the 62nd floor to the underground parking lot, all the way downhill seemed like his life. His heart was seized by weightlessness, blood flowed from his nose into his throat, and he took out his mobile phone and held it in his hand, but who should he call?The family members don't even need to think about it, and the people at work will just laugh at him for losing power. At this time, there is only one person - Baochan.

He clicked on the address book, his thumb was hanging on the name, and he couldn't press it for a long time. What did you say to him?Said that his career was frustrated, and he had a nosebleed alone in the elevator?

He couldn't say it, in front of Bao Chan, he had always been a strong man who was relied on, and he couldn't do it if he was asked to take off his halo and show him the most embarrassing failure and vulnerability.

Putting away his mobile phone and stepping out of the elevator, he got in the car and started the engine. His mind seemed to be empty, and he only wanted to rush out of Wanrong, out of this ugly concrete forest, and go out to take a breath of clean air.

Merging into the busy traffic, he wandered aimlessly in the huge city, from south to north, from east to west, and he didn't know how long he had gone around. When he came back to his senses, he found himself in the old city of Nanshan.

A piece of low folk houses, red brick buildings with the characteristics of the Japanese occupation period, he remembered this place, he had been there not long ago, there was a depressed theater troupe nearby, there was an unforgettable actor there, he had a pair of beautiful tigers roaring at the moon Eye.

Those eyes reminded him of Bao Chan, who is also a singer, so there was an inexplicable closeness, so he turned around and turned left into Baishi Road.

Relying on his memory, he wandered through the alleys, turned around, and finally found the building from the 50s, No. 106-56, Lane 2. A van was parked at the door, and several workers were moving furniture in and out. .

He locked the car and went to look into the building. The whole corridor was brightly lit, and two middle-aged female workers wrapped in scarves were standing on the wooden shelf to shave white.

"Hello," he asked the worker resting outside the door, "is this a theater?"

"I don't know," the worker licked the popsicle, "we just move things."

Not far away stood two brand new signs. Kuangzheng glanced at it and saw that it was some kind of children's training center. The old Peking Opera troupe was indeed unable to withstand the ravages of the times and moved away.

He walked into the building, went up the stairs through the busy workers, and turned left. It was the room with the "Smoke Waves" hanging in the middle hall last time. Now the building is empty, with only mottled walls and two missing legs. The chair, some debris on the floor, and a photo.

He picked it up, and there was a pair of opera actors on it. The one on the left was wearing a red skirt and a blue turban. They looked like they had seen him before. They were Ying Xiaonong who had run away from home.The person on the right is wearing a black beard and a navy blue official gown with a crane patch, his eyes are facing the camera, and he looks brilliant.