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The driver stopped the car, got down and opened the door for Kuangzheng, Kuangzheng put away his phone, gathered his coat, and walked down.

This is a Maybach S560. I rented the car and driver for three months to transport him and Baochan temporarily.Last night, he ran a red light belt and was speeding. His driver's license will definitely be temporarily suspended. He has to spend a week studying traffic regulations. He can only go on the road again after passing the subject test.

The driver parked the car, and in front of him was an old teahouse called "Shiyou Jiaming". Kuangzheng walked in, followed the message from the eldest sister of DOPA, went to private room 201 on the second floor, hung up his coat, and sat down at the table.

There is a faint tea fragrance in the room, which has been left over for years. It is sweet with bitterness, pure and deep, which reminds him of Baochan.

When he was about to get home last night, Baochan suddenly asked: "That person just now said we... what are we doing?"

Kuang Zheng looked at the brightly colored small ceramic pumpkins on the tea table, and smiled wryly. What could he say, he could only answer: "Which sentence?" He slyly pretended to be stupid, "I didn't hear it."

"Oh..." Baochan lowered his head slowly and didn't ask any more questions.

Kuang Zheng sighed, homosexuality, in this day and age, wouldn't hurt one's muscles and bones, but if you really want to have an intimate relationship in that way, let alone Baochan, he is a bit hard to accept.

Hugging, kissing, stroking, these are things that can bring him beautiful imagination, but if Baochan wants to open his body for him, he feels that he can't do it, even if he can, he can't bear it.

There were sharp footsteps in the corridor, and they went straight to the door, and Kuangzheng got up and fastened his suit. Han Wenshan, the big sister of DOPA, said that she was a big client with hundreds of millions of funds.

The door was pushed open, and a man about his height came in. His coat was in the assistant's arms, and he only wore a light gray knitted sweater. He first stretched out his hand: "I've been waiting, Han Wenshan."

Kuangzheng was a little surprised. This "brother-in-law" was polite and decent, far from the style of the DOPA elder sister. "Mr. Han," he held him back, "I have admired you for a long time, Wanrong Zhenhui Huizheng."

The assistant hung up the coat and went out to arrange tea. Han Wenshan and Kuang were sitting down at the table without embellishment, and cut directly to the topic: "My sister-in-law is going to praise you to the sky, so let me hand over the money to you!"

Kuang Zheng raised his eyebrows, waiting for him to continue.

"She thinks investment is really bad," Han Wenshan said with some criticism. "You lose seven out of ten times, and you are impatient." When he said this, he changed the subject, "But speaking here is very good."

Kuang Zhengxin, if it is not good, there will be no meeting this time.

"Actually, I was fine before I saw you," Han Wenshan casually leaned on the back of the chair, with a rough and cheerful demeanor, "I was worried after seeing you."

"Oh?" Kuang Zheng found that he spoke very artistically, speaking in a few words, and firmly grasping the rhythm of the conversation.

Han Wenshan chuckled: "She didn't ask me to invest money because she thought you were handsome?"

Kuang Zheng was stunned, and laughed naturally. When he was working on projects in M&A, he rarely had the opportunity to meet big bosses. Now that he has come out to do private banking, he often deals with the 1% of the crowd. Only then did he realize that none of these people who have made great achievements are not smart. , at least it is comfortable to communicate with.

"Thank you Mr. Han for your compliment." That's all Kuang Zheng could say.

Han Wenshan talked and laughed happily, and he was unrestrained and unrestrained. He didn't mean to post up to grab funds for cooperation, but a really qualified and valuable president, speaking with professional qualities: "Mr. Han, what kind of investment are you interested in, or What kind of financial plans do you have in the near future?"

At this time, someone knocked on the door, and it was tea. Han Wenshan didn't say a word when other people were around, and he opened his mouth again when the arrangement was completed and the idlers went out: "I'm not looking for private bank for investment, but to deal with it." A little housework."

Kuang Zheng was very sensitive, and immediately realized that what he was going to say next might not be a glorious thing: "I would like to hear more about it."

"What about me?" Han Wenshan began to fiddle with those complicated tea sets, "I recently fell in love with someone."

Kuang Zheng wanted to frown, but held back.

"It's very good." Han Wenshan played with the small cup in his hand as if he had endless aftertaste. "It's just a pity," he hinted, "I already have one at home."

Kuangzheng understood that it was the shitty things that annoyed him the most.

"I just thought," the water boiled and a light white mist rose, Han Wenshan picked up the teapot, "I'd better find a professional to help me deal with it."

"Let's deal with it", Kuang Zheng sneered in his heart, what he said was really an understatement, it is not easy for a rich man like them, whether it is a legal spouse or a long-term lover, to deal with it cleanly.

"President Han refers to the treatment..."

Kuang Zheng thought it was divorce, compensation, and separation of property, but he didn't expect Han Wenshan to talk about it: "It's all okay, economically, legally." He even said, "Physically."

physical?Kuang Zheng was stunned.

Han Wenshan poured the boiling tea soup on the ceramic pumpkin and said with a thump, "I'm really tired of watching it."

No matter how well cultivated Kuang Zheng is, no matter how great the world he has seen, his face will inevitably turn pale at this time.

"Come, drink tea," Han Wenshan smiled warmly, and the washed tea soup was golden red. "This is not easy to handle, but as long as you finish it, I will immediately open an escrow account with you Wanrong Zhenhui."

Physical processing should be just a joke, but if you can make such a joke with someone who is with you day and night, Kuang Zheng doesn’t want to have a close relationship with him, and is about to refuse after thinking about his words, Han Wenshan adds to him: “3000 million US dollars, is it enough?”

More than two billion yuan!Wanrong Zhenhui has never done such a large escrow account, Kuang Zheng was taken aback, only hesitated briefly, and still insisted: "Mr. Han..."

"Mr. Kuang," Han Wenshan interrupted him, patted his shoulder, "Think about it," he politely offered him some tea, "I'll wait for your call."

The tea was hard to swallow, but Han Wenshan drank it with gusto. In fact, he didn't drink a few cups. As soon as it got dark, he was going to listen to the opera, and went straight to Ruyi Island from "Shi You Jia Ming".

Today is a part of "Hou Hou Cursing the Palace", Ying Xiaonong plays the role of the queen of congratulations, and Bao Chan plays the role of Zhao Guangyi. After supper, please Baozhan to accompany him to the VIP room on the third floor to have dinner together.

It is still Fengyanglou's stewed noodles, stir-fried eggplant, potatoes and minced meat, mixed with a centuries-old sauce, and mixed with hand-rolled wide noodles, it is fragrant and tangy.

The two of them had nothing else to say, and the conversation was full of jokes. While talking, Han Wenshan proposed to let Bao Chan come to his house again: "Give me some face, Boss Bao."

Bao Chan couldn't bear it when he had said all this, but remembering Ying Xiaonong's instruction and Kuang Zheng's warning yesterday, he resolutely declined: "I'm sorry, Mr. Han, the master gave us an appointment when he was alive. According to the rules, only sing on the stage, not in the hall, and manage it like a troupe."

This is an excuse, but Han Wenshan believed everything he said: "Just make an exception this time." He was very earnest, with a hint of pleading, "Boss Bao, it is true that my family has..."

His mobile phone was placed next to the noodle bowl with the screen facing upwards. At this time, a call came in. Bao Chan saw the caller ID at a glance, and it was the word "Kuangzheng".

"Mr. Kuang," Han Wenshan picked it up, and they had been separated for less than two hours, "So soon?"

Although it was only two hours, Kuangzheng made this call with deliberation: "Sorry, Mr. Han," he said bluntly, "Wanrong Zhenhui currently has no ability to handle your family affairs."

Han Wenshan didn't seem surprised, and smiled a little: "Don't think about it anymore? More than 2 million yuan, you don't do it, some people do it."

This number made Bao Chan's eyes widen. He couldn't hear the content of the phone call, and couldn't understand why his brother didn't answer such a big case.

"Mr. Kuang," Han Wenshan's tone changed, as if he was threatening, "If you drop this call, you will lose your chance."

Kuang Zheng believed in his judgment of right and wrong, and said without hesitation, "Mr. Han, I'm sorry."

Han Wenshan didn't speak any more, hung up the phone directly, threw it back on the table, saw Bao Chan on the opposite side looking straight at him, pointed to the phone and said casually: "He will regret it."

He will regret it... Baochan pursed his lips, he didn't want Kuangzheng to regret it, but just now Han Wenshan said that Wanrong Zhenhui has no chance...

Bao Chan's heart twitched, Kuang Zheng was so kind to him, he had done so much for him, thinking of the wound on his fist, even if he went through fire and water, he would give Kuang Zheng a chance.