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For the next two days, Kuangzheng and Baozhan had a quarrel over whether to tear up the paper economic agreement or not.

"I have all the money ready," Kuang Zheng said, "Drink you and Ying Xiaonong like that, you deserve to throw the contract in their face!"

"Is it the contract you dumped?" Baochan said, "It's money!"

He signed a letter, causing his brother to lose 360 million. There is no such reason: "I don't agree."

"What do you disagree with?" Kuang Zheng couldn't understand, "I'll pay you to buy you out, what do you have..."

"Why do you pay for it!" Bao Chan raised his eyes and stared at him, "Why do you take care of everything for me?"

"Why are you so stubborn?" Kuang Zheng took it for granted, "We are..." What is it, he couldn't tell, brothers?Not relatives, but friends?Who would spend more than 300 million for a friend? They are just neighbors in the same building, and they are buddies with a slightly better relationship.

"I can drink those wines," Baochan thought seriously. "It's just a few glasses of wine. I can earn 20 a month for the troupe. I don't lose money."

"Bao Chan," Kuang Zheng saw that he was driven by the world, and lost his eyes, "You are an opera singer, not a wine companion!"

These words are very serious, and hit Bao Chan's heart, "You have to sing for drama," he trembled, "You have to drink wine."

"Aren't you stupid!" Kuang Zheng was furious, "Those people are using you for fun!"

"I know," Baozhan took a deep breath, "Singers are destined to amuse people on stage and amuse people off stage. Brother, do you look down on me?"

How could Kuang Zheng look down on him? He didn't know how to protect him: "You go to the master bedroom and sleep, I will give you 20 a month."

Baochan laughed, thinking he was saying something angry: "Brother, don't worry about this matter, I signed the letter, and I will accompany you to the end."

"You accompany me," Kuang Zheng told his army, "the whole Ruyizhou is accompanying you. What is Ying Xiaonong's background? For you, he went to drink with those grandchildren. Are you worthy of him?"

Baochan pursed his lips, and after a while, "It's a year and a half," he said softly, "I will have 360 million in one and a half years, and I will terminate the contract with the Mavericks at that time."

It's still about money, Kuang Zheng sighed: "I'll give you 360 million first, and then pay me back when you have it. Is it that difficult to take advantage of your brother once?"

"What should I pay back?" Baochan asked him back, "Brother, 360 million, not eighteen thousand!"

Kuang Zheng was speechless.

"If this contract is really signed wrongly, I myself, if you are not my own brother, even your own brother, you can't do this."

Kuang Zheng understands his persistence and stubbornness, just like a pine tree, even if it grows on a sloping ground, he still has to straighten himself up to the sun, "Bao'er," he only conceded, "You make the decision, brother doesn't interfere, it's still the same In a word, when you arrive, take a step back, brother is right behind you."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to Baochan. In fact, what Baochan needed was just such a hand in adversity. He held him and squeezed tightly.

The two drove to work, first to Ruyizhou, then to Wanrong Zhenhui, Kuangzheng went up to the second floor, Duan Zhao had already arrived, sitting next to Xia Ke and Huang Bailiang, and was calling a customer, "Golden Knife," Kuangzheng called He said, "The surname Xie will come back at noon, you and I will pick you up at the airport."

Duan Zhao just hooked up with a rich woman who runs a milk tea chain, and scanned the information: "I'm too busy with a bunch of new customers, why go all the way to the airport to post that cold ass, anyway, he has done all the advertisements for us."

"So much nonsense," Kuang Zheng was annoyed because of Bao Chan's matter, "Go as soon as I tell you."

Xia Ke and Huang Bailiang looked at each other, and secretly glanced at Duan Zhao. According to the boy's temper, he would absolutely not allow anyone to talk to him like this. For a second, two seconds, the air was stagnant. Unexpectedly, Duan Zhao slapped the notebook, Stand up: "All right, all right, you are the boss, you let me go to the mountain of swords, I will never go to the frying pan!"

"What you said," Kuang Zheng raised his eyebrows, "can be written in the employee handbook."

"Oh no!" Xia Ke hugged his head and wailed, "The boss asked us to go up the mountain of swords, but we will never go into the frying pan." What a terrible working atmosphere!

From Wanrong Zhenhui to the airport, they waited at the exit of the green passage. Kuangzheng was bored and thought about Baochan. Calm down and think about it. He overreacted. Isn't it just a drink? Which man doesn't socialize , Why did he feel uncomfortable when he came to Baochan, as if someone had cut him with a knife?

"Mr. Kuang!" Someone came out from the green passage, his surname was Xie, and he brought his whole family with him, and greeted him with a happy face.

"Mr. Xie." Kuang Zheng stretched out his hand habitually, and the one surnamed Xie grabbed him enthusiastically, "As expected of Wanrong's Private Banking Department, you can handle things that even a black card can't deal with, you can do it for me in a day! "

Three days ago, he was sarcastic, but in the blink of an eye, he praised him. This is a rich man who is uncertain.

"The black card housekeeper is still very useful in the world's top hotels and luxury stores," Kuang Zheng smiled, "It's just that Mr. Xie's taste is different from others. You don't simply ask for luxurious services, but limited products, which requires us Private Banking is tailor-made for you.”

Kuangzheng's two short sentences not only affirmed the worth of the surname Xie, but also highlighted his unique "taste", which made him elated. Indeed, luxury goods are just daily necessities for the rich, and the scarcity of red hotels to watch water performances Well, no, he just enjoys the possession of scarce resources, and the same is true of Moments show. Similarly, the new customers who are flocking to Wanrong Zhenhui in the past two days don't want a trip and a show at a time, but The word "scarce".

What Kuangzheng wants to catch is the "scarcity psychology" of these high-net-worth individuals.

He introduced Duan Zhao to Mr. Xie. The label is "Chief Account Manager of Wanrong Zhenhui". Duan Zhao also deserves this title. The suit, tie, shirt, and leather shoes are all excellent. After scanning him once, he nodded with satisfaction: "Mr. Kuang, let's play golf together another day. I happen to have a few properties in Europe to deal with."

Kuangzheng has also reached the level of playing golf with clients, and nodded slightly: "Listen to Mr. Xie's orders."

After sending the whole family into the car, he and Duan Zhao smoked on the side of the pedestrian path. The weather was fine and the autumn air was crisp, and it was rare for the two of them to have a relaxed chat.

"Look at those few words of yours, you praised the surname Xie," Duan Zhao snorted coldly, "It's not him anymore!"

Kuang Zheng took a puff of cigarette: "Do you still hate him for neglecting our business?"

Duan Zhao glanced at him: "Have you forgotten?"

"Your client is no longer an aunt who spends 80 yuan on financial management," Kuang Zheng reminded him, "Think carefully."

Duan Zhao frowned and looked at him.

"If you are a billionaire, what do you think the people around you want?"

"Qian," Duan Zhao chuckled, "Could it be that I'm handsome!"

"Yes, everyone around you wants to take money out of your pocket," Kuang Zheng said, "so the indifference of the rich is actually a kind of helpless self-protection. What we have to do is first understand them, and then break their way of life. A hard shell, to see the most real needs inside."

Duan Zhao thought of a metaphor: "Knock the golden egg."

Kuang Zheng likes his witty and wise words, "This month," he assigns a task, "knock ten golden eggs for me."

Duan Zhao's personality is very contradictory. He resents being suppressed by someone, but he enjoys being suppressed by someone he admires: "Is it a performance indicator, boss?"

"I won't set a target for you," Kuang Zheng put out his cigarette butt, and turned to Duan Zhao's ag, "Anyway, you know how much the account manager should raise for each transaction."

Duan Zhao's eyes lit up, and he chased after him with a cigarette in his mouth. Taking the opportunity to open the door for Kuangzheng, he sincerely praised: "Boss, you are so generous!"

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At night, the lights at the crossroads come on one after another, especially the light in Cuixi Huadu, which makes the windows of the theater building look like daytime.It was cold, Shi Kuoting sneezed, got up and closed the window, at this moment there were thumping footsteps coming down the stairs, it was Ying Xiaonong, before the person arrived, the pungent smell of alcohol floated into the room first.

"Damn it!" He came in drunk, with a phoenix crown emerald with pearls on his head, wearing a female python, cloud shoulders, and a jade belt. His lower body was a pink and white lace skirt with pastel pants inside, and a pair of mandarin ducks playing in the water on his feet. The colorful shoes, and a double-sided lacquered peony fan in his hand.

Tonight he sang "Drunk", and he didn't even start the show, so he drank big wine with a group of grandchildren, "Drunk every day," he threw his fan on the table, "After getting drunk on stage, I like to get drunk off stage. Why are there so many perverts drinking fake women!"

Shi Kuoting looked out the window: "The guest has left?"

"Treasure is here to deliver." Ying Xiaonong sat down on the chair, with his heavy head resting on the back of the chair, his feet spread apart, looking like a corpse.

"Close your legs," Shi Kuoting couldn't see, "Didn't your master teach you when you were learning opera? Danjiao pays attention to propriety in the background."

"What's the matter, imagination?"

Shi Kuoting rolled his eyes and endured the bad breath: "Seeing that you are suffering, I won't choke with you."

"Come here," Ying Xiaonong called him like a dog, "give me your head."

"Why do I love to serve you so much?" Shi Kuoting said so, but wiped his hands, went up and took off the crown for him, then kicked his feet, let him put his legs together, and helped him neatly Remove the water gauze net.

Ying Xiaonong's brows and eyes were relaxed, with a peach blossom face, drowsy and charming after drinking, such an appearance that turned all living beings upside down, but he opened his mouth with a manly voice: "Oh my fate, there is a fake imperial concubine on the stage, I'm really drunk!"

"Is it uncomfortable?" Shi Kuoting slowly fanned him.

"Rub it for me." Ying Xiaonong closed her eyes and said softly.

The room was very quiet, except for the blurred noise of the busy city outside the window, Shi Kuoting silently walked around behind him, his hands just touched his sweaty temples, when Baochan came back, and when he entered the room and saw the appearance of the two of them, he was taken aback for a moment.

Shi Kuoting withdrew his hand and asked with concern: "How are you, not much?"

Ying Xiaonong urged him: "Hey, rub it."

"I'm fine," Baozhan was also blushing and reeking of alcohol, "Is Xiao Nong feeling uncomfortable?"

"It's okay." Ying Xiaonong straightened her back and sat up from the chair, "This is where it is!"

Baochan knew that he was afraid that he would be worried, "By the way," he took out his trouser pocket and took out a key, "I can't live with that villa in the suburbs, Xiao Nong, you can help me return it to the owner when you have time. "

"Can't live anymore?" Ying Xiaonong glanced at the key, "Then where do you live?"