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Kuang Zheng is wearing a chic American suit and sitting behind the president's desk. This is a luxurious large room with handmade Afghan carpets, retro chandeliers, leather seats, and a small door leading to the lounge. There is a soft big bed with massage There is a shower room in the bathtub, and a eurocave wine cabinet with constant temperature and humidity.

The transformation of Wanrong Zhenhui was basically completed, and everything was on the right track, but his life was derailed.

Kuang Zheng frowned and looked out the window, the pen was turning around in his hand, he still couldn't believe it, last night he... was tempted by Baochan?So an ordinary night, in the commuting panamera, facing a bowl of noodles?

How can it be!He threw down his pen and smiled self-deprecatingly, even if he was tempted, it shouldn't be such a mediocre moment.

He and Baochan had countless unforgettable moments, waking up face to face on the same bed, the tightly clenched fingers when frustrated, the thrilling fireworks and waves in Beidaihe, none of them were stronger than the car load of alcohol yesterday, he couldn't understand It's too casual, too... so cheap.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door, and Kuang Zheng replied lazily, "Come in."

A young female employee in a beige suit skirt stood outside the door, reminding him of his morning schedule: "Mr. Kuang, you have an appointment with Mr. Tong at ten o'clock to go to the Wanrong head office to follow up on loan matters."

"Understood." Kuang Zheng waved his hand, and gently closed the door.

Duan Zhao recruited a group of female college students, all of whom are fresh graduates majoring in finance. The schools are good and bad, but they have one thing in common, that is, they are all tall.

Kuang Zheng asked him why he only picked tall girls, and Duan Zhao's theory was also very strange: men with successful careers are proud and used to look down on others, and the most likely to be looked down upon are service-oriented women, but if these women's height makes men If there is a sense of oppression, it will leave a deep impression on them. Customers may not be able to remember the four words Wanrong Zhenhui in the short term, but they will definitely remember the private bank of a woman with an astonishing height. This becomes a memory point.

For Wanrong Zhenhui in its initial stage, what it needs most at this stage is to be remembered and talked about. Kuang Zheng has to admit that Duan Zhao can always surprise him with many seemingly insignificant things.

He got up from behind his desk, adjusted his suit in front of the mirror, walked out of the president's office, took the small elevator down to the first floor, and walked across to a lady in a yellow silk scarf at the elevator entrance.

"Hello." Kuang Zheng greeted habitually, and was about to pass by.

"Excuse me..." She called him to stop.

Kuang Zheng stopped and turned around: "Are you here for consultation?"

She raised her head slightly:

"Or else?"

"I'll take you to the office area, we have a professional account manager..."

"No," she refused directly, "I just came from the office area."

Kuang Zheng looked at her puzzled.

"Those are little kids." She looks about 40 years old, well maintained, the actual age may be older, disdain to listen to the advice of people in their 20s.

It was only then that Kuangzheng realized the problem of their staff structure. Huang Bailiang was 29 years old, Duan Zhao and Xia Ke were both 25, and none of Wanrong Zhenhui’s front desk staff was over 30 years old. The industry of account managers is the same as that of doctors and lawyers. Gold content accumulates with age.

She looked Kuangzheng up and down: "Do you accept inquiries?"

Kuang Zheng glanced at his watch, he only had 15 minutes, but he acted calmly: "Of course, please follow me upstairs."

They took the elevator to the VIP room on the second floor, a small room of more than ten square meters, without windows, and the walls are all made of soundproof bricks. The privacy is very good. Kuangzheng poured her a cup of milk tea: "What's your name?"

She picked up the cup: "My surname is Li."

"Ms. Li, what business do you want to inquire about?"

She smelled the tea, but didn't drink it: "I want to apply for immigration."

Small things, Kuang Zheng smiled: "Currently, there are several good options for immigrating overseas. In addition to the traditional United States, Canada, Australia, some European countries are also very cost-effective..."

"I'm going to America," she said decisively, "Seattle."

Immigration only refers to the country, but she mentioned the city. Kuang Zheng noticed that she has a strong purpose, and there seems to be some kind of emotion hidden behind this purpose: "We do not recommend customers to make any impulsive investment or major investment. decision making."

After being hit, Ms. Li was a little excited: "How much money, I just pay it all!"

"It's not about money," Kuangzheng patiently explained, "If you just want to immigrate, you can go to an intermediary company. Since you come to private banking, you must need a full range of services. As a service provider, we will provide you and you assets to make the best judgment."

Ms. Li stared at him: "How old are you?"

Kuangzheng answered truthfully: "32."

She curled her lips: "Old-fashioned."

It was the first time someone said this to him, and Kuang Zheng smiled: "There is no way, all clients are as experienced as you, I dare not be old."

Ms. Li followed suit with a smile, took off the handbag that she had been carrying all this time, and threw it on the table: "My husband cheated on me. He gave me the money I wear now and the money I need to immigrate, 5000 million [-] Ten thousand."

She spoke her privacy without any scruples, and Kuang Zheng was a little surprised.

"That woman is in Seattle and gave birth to him two children, both of American nationality," she smacked her lips. "I just want to know what kind of woman makes him want 5000 million yuan."

Sure enough, it was an impulsive immigrant. She was talking about money, but she was actually reluctant to part with it. As a listener, she sighed to the marriage, to the family, or to the heartbreaker, but as a temporary account manager, he just asked: " Do you have children?"

She asked, "Can I smoke?"

Kuang Zheng made a gesture of asking for permission, she lit a cigarette, took a long puff, the sparks flickered, and in this short moment, Kuang Zheng saw the unique fragility of women under her sharp appearance.

"I have a son," she said with a smile when talking about the child. "In the third grade of junior high school, he studies very well. I immigrated not only to compete with the third grader, but also for him."

Private banking is like this. You will come into contact with jerks and their victims. Kuang Zheng asked, "Do you have any other requirements, such as domestic and overseas asset allocation after immigration?"

"No." She stared at a point in the void and shook her head, "I don't know anything about asset allocation."

This is just a hurt woman who got the money but didn't know how to handle it, "Okay," Kuang was making a note on his mobile phone, "We're going to make a plan right now, please leave a call."

After making an appointment for the next meeting, Kuangzheng sent her out, the door of the VIP room was closed behind her, she immediately seemed to be a different person, puffed up her chest, raised her head, her high heels were stomping on the ground.

Kuang Zheng watched her go away, with 5000 million on her body, she couldn't even express her true emotions. In front of relatives and friends, she must have a victorious attitude, and she slapped her ex-husband hard, and won With sky-high compensation, she dared to reveal her true feelings only in the airtight VIP room.

Kuangzheng walked into the office area, Huang Bailiang was not there, he must have gone to the decoration company, immigration is considered a small case, so he handed it over to Xia Ke and asked him to draw up a plan.

At 45:[-], he drove away from Wanrong Zhenhui. When he arrived at the head office just after ten o'clock, Fatty Tong was waiting for him in the reception room with a fellow accountant. late."

"Five minutes," said Fatty Tong, who is open and bright, "it's not a big deal."

Kuang Zheng immediately called Feng Kuan, and the two sides were connected. Feng Kuan also brought a staff member with him, and everyone met in person, and the specific procedures were handled by the subordinates.All the steps went smoothly, Feng Kuan stepped in and called Kuang Zheng aside, and said in a low voice, "I'll follow here, you go to the 611th floor, [-]."

The sixtieth floor is where big shots gather, Kuang Zheng wondered, "What are you doing?"

Feng Kuan said mysteriously, "Boss Shan is looking for you."

"President Shan?" Shan Haichou, whose position in the firm is equivalent to Bai Yinwu, is a person who stamps his feet in the office and makes the entire east building tremble.

"What did he ask me for?" Kuang Zheng was puzzled, "I have never dealt with him before."

"I don't know," Feng Kuan was also puzzled, "It's usually very difficult to find someone, but after seeing your loan project, I gave the green light all the way without saying a word."

"So," Kuang Zheng smiled, "I have to go up and thank him."

"Behave well," Feng Kuan patted him on the shoulder, "How many people want to curry favor with the Buddha!"

"Got it." Kuang Zheng shook hands with him, said hello to Fatty Tong, and took the elevator up to the sixtieth floor.

Room 611, knock on the door and enter, Shan Haichou is sobering up the red wine with his back facing the door, the same habit as Bai Yinwu, Kuangzheng is a little dazed: "President Shan."

"Sit," Shan Haichou didn't turn his head, looking very casual, "Lao Bai's apprentice is my apprentice, don't be restrained."

Old... white?Kuang Zheng was stunned.

"Lao Bai and I have been friends for more than 20 years." Shan Haichou turned around with a shrewd and powerful face, "When he left the commercial bank to take the lead in the investment bank, he was about your age."

In an instant, Kuang Zheng's heart jumped. Ten years ago, Bai Yinwu, like himself today, left the head office to reclaim an unknown virgin land, and only then did he have today's investment banking department, the Wanrong West Building that keeps pace with the East Building. .

Shan Haichou handed over a glass of wine: "2005 Bordeaux."

Kuangzheng knew that this vintage was a good wine full of sunshine.

Then, Shan Haiyu handed over another thing: "Young man, let's do it."

It's his business card.

A 90X50 piece of cardboard means the support of Shan Haichou, the inexhaustible resources of Wanrong Commercial Bank, and the success within reach.

But Kuang Zheng didn't answer, but asked stubbornly, "Is that what Lao Bai meant?"

Shan Haichou smiled, not annoyed at his ignorance: "Do you hope so, or don't you?"

Kuang Zheng sullenly said nothing.

"When Lao Bai went to the investment banking department, he was just like you." Shan Haichou recalled the past with emotion, "He blamed our master, blamed him for only keeping me instead of him."

Kuang Zheng opened his eyes wide.

"He went out alone and suffered a lot." Shan Haichou looked at Kuangzheng, as if Bai Yinwu was looking at him, "So I don't want you to suffer so much."

Kuang Zheng understood, he grabbed Shan Haichou's business card and squeezed it tightly, not wanting any support from heaven, but just wanting to hold on to something he thought had passed away.