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At the end of the rehearsal, Shi Kuoting called Baochan into the room according to Kuangzheng's instructions, and told him to ignore that sister who was doing entertainment. Baochan laughed at him for making a big fuss, but he listened to the persuasion and agreed.

It’s rare that Kuangzheng came here today. Baozhan Zhangluo invited everyone to eat skewers. Kuangzheng wanted to pay, but he didn’t let him say anything. When the [-] owed to you is paid off, you can invite me to dinner again."

Paralyzed children in the open air, folding tables and plastic stools, stray dogs around their feet, and road singers with guitars pestering them to order songs, Shi Kuoting ordered "Those Flowers", a catchy old song , everyone can sing, and it is passed from table to table, and finally it becomes a chorus.

The sister in the middle kept calling, Kuangzheng knew that Baochan was soft-hearted, so he gave Shi Kuoting a wink and asked him to take the phone and turn it off.

The meal was very enjoyable, Baozhan blew a bottle when closing the cup, he has not been so happy for a long time, happy friends gathered together, happy Ruyi Island has a world of hard work, Kuang Zheng can't stop it, time Kuo Ting touched him with his shoulder: "It's okay, I have you, let him drink."

"With him?" Ying Xiaonong whispered aside, "I can't trust him..."

"Where are so many nonsense?" Shi Kuoting thought he was a disappointment, "Drink!"

Ying Xiaonong rolled his eyes at him: "If Baochu drinks too much, someone will give it to him, but who cares if I drink too much?"

Shi Kuoting clinked glasses with him: "I'll see you off."

It was after nine o'clock when we parted, and Kuangzheng put Baochan on the co-pilot, took off his suit and covered him, the two of them were very quiet all the way, as if each other's sadness and grievances evaporated with the wine and the song, Baochan With his eyes closed, his face flushed, he leaned back on the chair and was silly.

"I said, can you change your expression?" Kuang Zheng looked at him while driving, "It's scary."

"I'm happy." Baochan muttered drunkenly.

"What are you happy about?"

"I don't know," Baochan hugged his suit tightly, "I'm just very happy."

Kuang Zheng didn't feel that eating food stalls brought any happiness, but laughing seemed to be contagious, he turned the steering wheel, and unconsciously twitched the corners of his mouth.

At the door of the house, Baochan got out of the car unsteadily, Kuangzheng came to help him, Baochan leaned on his shoulder, jumped on his back when he was not paying attention, hugged his neck and laughed.

"Ancestor!" A big living person rushed up like this, Kuangzheng almost didn't get down, but he was afraid that Baochan would fall, his first thought was to hug his leg, "Your brother's waist is broken, you will be happy!"

Baochan held him between his legs and reached for the street lamp under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree: "Did you carry me like this before?"

Kuangzheng's car was unlocked, and he opened the door with his fingerprints: "When you went to the hospital?" He bowed slightly, tensing his thigh muscles, "Be careful...you were much more secure then than now!"

He didn't put him down when he entered the room, but directly carried him up to the second floor: "Fortunately, your brother is in good health. If this guy doesn't exercise, he won't be able to deal with you."

"Brother, it's like a fake." Baochan lay on his shoulders, really drunk, and picked his ears and eyes with his little finger, "We have known each other for a long time..."

"I'll fuck you...!" Kuangzheng was numb on one side of his body, and hurriedly leaned on the banister of the stairs, "Don't make trouble!" He loaded the man up, his brow sweating, "If you fall down, you won't be able to sing!"

Baochan ignored him and continued to pick, but Kuangzheng made him lose his temper. He rushed up to the second floor, entered the bedroom, threw him on the bed, and leaned against the wall to pant.

Baochan turned over and turned on the lights in the room. In the darkness, he asked, "Brother, are you coming tomorrow morning?"

Kuang Zheng was panting heavily: "Come on."

"Do we work together?"

"Well," Kuang Zheng took a breath, "go to work."

After a long silence, Baochan said, "Brother, you are awesome."

Kuangzheng looked at the undulating silhouette on the bed, he had done so many big cases, Ruyizhou helped him a few times, but Baochan never praised him, this was the first time he said, "What's so great about this."

"Excellent," Baochan rubbed the bed sheet comfortably, talking in a drunken gibberish, "It's easy to pass other people's hurdles, but it's hard to pass your own hurdles...Brother, you have to be strong and indestructible. It's going to be smooth sailing for sure..."

This is all about what, Kuangzheng made him laugh, other people's drunken lunatics are noisy and annoying, while his drunken lunatics are silly and likable.

There was an even breathing sound from the bed, Kuang Zheng listened for a while, propped up his waist, and slowly walked out of the bedroom.

Maybe it was because he was tired, he slept soundly that night, went to Bao Chan's for dinner early the next morning, the two went into the city together, stopped at the theater building, happened to meet Shi Kuo Ting, Kuang Zheng said hello, Turn a corner and go to Wanrong.

The Wanrong Twin Stars towered majestically in the center of Financial Street. They were so tall, even hideous. How many people had achieved success here, there were as many people who were smashed to pieces. Kuangzheng thought calmly, he was just one of thousands of people, nothing unusual.

Today he wore a neat black suit, a rose-colored tie, and red-soled leather shoes. He took the elevator up to the 62nd floor, and when he arrived at the Baiyinwu Gate, he knocked three times and pushed the door open.

Bai Yinwu sat behind his desk and was on the phone. It was the details of the contract between Wanguo and Qianxi. The negotiation process was always very long. Seeing Kuangzheng, he said a few perfunctory words and hung up the phone hastily.

"Boss Bai." Kuang Zheng stood in front of the table in an orderly manner.

"kendrick..."

"It's better not to call me by my English name," Kuang Zheng said coldly, "I've been in China for the past few years, and besides you, no one actually calls me that."

Yes, "kendrick" is a link, connecting their fragile master-student relationship, Bai Yinwu fell silent, eyes drooping tiredly, staring blankly at a certain point on the table.

Kuangzheng suddenly realized that he was old, his forehead was covered with fine lines, and his temples were covered with silver wires. How could he let himself go for private money? There was no capable person around him anymore.

"I believe," Bai Yinwu said in a low voice in the silent office, "I won't harm you."

What he said was that "he" believed it, not that Kuang Zheng believed it.

"I've been in this industry for more than 20 years. When the wind blows in the financial street, I know where the money comes from." Bai Yinwu raised his eyes, and there was still a terrifying power in them, "I know which way to choose for you is the right one." of."

Kuang Zheng stared at him, not believing a word.

"It's just that you don't believe me," Bai Yinwu said for him, "Our ten-year relationship is over."

Kuang Zheng felt a dull pain in his heart, but he was stubborn and refused to say a soft word.It was only at this moment that he realized that after ten years in the industry, he was no different from a rookie like Duan Xiaojun. He was still a wayward child in front of his revered boss.

"Since you're here," Bai Yinwu changed his tone, indifferent, alienated, and without any personal feelings, "I'll treat you as taking over the seat of the private bank," he stood up, "I'll give you a week off. After the holiday, you He is the executive vice president of Wanrong and the top chair of the private bank of 'Wanrong Zhenhui'!"

Wan Rong Zhen Hui, what a good name, Kuang Zheng smiled, with a lot of words stuck in his throat, unable to vomit out angrily.

"Go out." Bai Yinwu turned his back and looked at the rolling clouds outside the window.

Kuang Zheng raised his head, took one last look at that figure's back, and turned around resolutely.

The moment the door closed, he knew that it was over. The ten years in A, the mentorship with Bai Yinwu, everything he was familiar with, from this step onwards, he would walk alone on an unpredictable road.

But he is Kuangzheng, Wanrong's best V, he will never give in to adversity, even if he is bruised, he will make a way out of the desperate situation.

Fastening the buttons of his suit one by one, he strode through the luxurious long corridor on the 62nd floor. He firmly believed that one day he would return, with extraordinary success and glory, to the place that drove him away.

Taking the elevator to the 57th floor, he entered the office area. For a moment, the air seemed to freeze. The sound of typing on the keyboard, flipping through documents, and the sound of the manager cursing people all disappeared, only the phone rang suddenly.

Kuang Zheng straightened his back and had to face these young people. They already knew the "end" of their boss. He was transferred from important posts and was about to be exiled to a "barbaric" land.

This was a dignified moment, but also a sad moment. Xiaodong suddenly rushed over from the copier, threw the documents in his hand on the ground, and slammed into Kuangzheng's arms: "Boss!"

Kuangzheng was hugged tightly by a man, and he raised his hands in mid-air: "What's the matter?" He raised his eyebrows, "Do you want to make a farewell confession?"

"Boss!" Xiao Dongzhen confessed, "I have always admired you very much! When I entered Wanrong, the luckiest thing was that I was assigned A, and I was squeezed by you shamelessly and inhumanly for a year!"

There was a chuckle from below.

With a blushing face, Xiaodong let go of him, sniffed and turned around: "Who says dreams can't come true," he shouted at everyone, "I finally hugged the boss's big breasts!"

A room full of young men got up from their seats, whistled, clapped their hands, concealed the impulse to cry with exaggerated excitement, Kuang Zheng tightened his tie, snapped his fingers, and the office area was immediately quiet.

"I'm leaving," he said frankly. "There will be a new V to take over my position, take over you little bastards, and continue to oppress you brazenly and inhumanly."

Many people picked up their phones and started recording.

"Every one of you is very smart. You are the group at the top of the pyramid. I have taught you a lot of techniques, strategies, and methods," Kuang Zheng glanced at them. .”

He took out a small bag from the desk cabinet, which contained a Lego deadpool that had been assembled. He knew that Kuang was going to be transferred yesterday, so he stayed up late until this morning.

Kuang Zheng said: "Don't be a fool who only knows how to run after money," he warned them, "Look at the people around you, and when you have nothing, you will know how important they are."

This is what he learned from Baochan. Ordinary happiness comforted him, and a little tenderness gave him support. Baochan was his firmness and endowed him with an immortal body.

"If you are married, you must be loyal to your family," Kuang Zheng said sincerely, like a friend you have known for a long time. "If you are not married, you must be loyal to your friends." You have made a lot of money, and you can still feel the simplest happiness."

He nodded slightly, strode out of the office area, so vigorous, so proud, A will remember his last appearance - he was not defeated by this fucking world, he is still invincible.