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Kuangzheng was dreaming, and he clearly knew it was a dream, because in the dream Baochan was lying on top of him, with soft short hair hanging down, scratching his forehead, the eyelashes were right in front of his eyes, long and dense, and then his lips, fantasy in the dream The lips that came out were soft and moist, pecking at his lips like a bird looking for food.

How clumsy, Kuang Zheng thought, but enjoy it, I like this kind of clumsiness, there is morning light outside the window, he held up that face, and heard him call softly: "Brother..."

"elder brother?"

Kuang Zheng frowned and opened his eyes. In front of him was a face just like in the dream, with short hair hanging down, long eyelashes, and red lips. He was startled and hid back, with the back of his head resting on the head of the bed.

"How can you sleep so well?" Baochan patted his quilt and went to draw the curtains, "Hurry up, the meal is ready."

Kuang was leaning against the head of the bed, his gaze followed the figure. It was cold, they turned on the air conditioner, and the room was very warm. Bao Chan was only wearing a goose brand shirt and big shorts, with two straight long legs and a thin waist.

His eyes slid down and landed on those legs. Kuang Zheng probably held back for a long time and couldn't help it, or maybe he was confused early in the morning, and actually said: "Your legs are really straight."

"Huh?" Baochan turned around, the morning sun shone brightly behind his back, "You just found out, brother Xiaonong said that my legs are pretty."

How could it be possible to find out that Kuang Zheng glanced away, but he didn't dare to say: "Did they all say that?"

"Yeah," Baochan sat on the edge of his bed, raised one leg and put it on the bed, "we're still more leg-compared, mine is the straightest."

That leg was at hand, Kuangzheng was sweating a little, didn't know what to say, and said, "Your brother's leg...is fine too," he stretched out his leg from the quilt, and put it against Baochan's leg, skin When it touches the skin, it is a little itchy.

Two legs, one thick and one thin, are very long.

"When I was an analyst," Kuang Zheng said in awe, "there was a nickname called Wan Rong's First Leg."

"What's the first leg?" Baochan smiled and rubbed his foot against the fur on his leg, "big hairy leg." As he said, he reached into the quilt and touched Kuangzheng's waist.

Kuangzheng's blood was hot all over, and the hair on his back exploded. He felt that hand pinch his waist, and compared, "Your legs are longer than mine," Baochan said seriously, "It's a lot longer. .”

"That's for sure," Kuang Zheng felt that even his breath was hot, "I'm taller than you..."

"Hurry up," Baochan got up from the bed, "go downstairs to eat."

Kuang Zheng covered the quilt unnaturally: "You go down first, I'll go to the bathroom," he explained, "Wash your face and brush your teeth."

"Then hurry up," Baochan babbled as he walked out, "It's a long time."

I kept listening to him going downstairs, Kuangzheng went to the bathroom, came out more than half an hour later, pulled on the slippers and went downstairs, today I ate lean meat porridge, added a little edible alkali, it tasted very delicious, Baochan sat at the table with his chin resting, Waiting for him idly.

"Why don't you eat first?" Kuang Zheng pulled the chair away.

"Wait for you," Baochan laughed when he saw him, "It's no fun eating alone."

Kuang Zheng also smiled, picked up the bowl, scooped up a spoonful of the rice grains that had been added with caustic soda, and the rice grains turned yellow.

After dinner, Kuangzheng moved the ironing board to the small living room to iron Baochan's shirts. It was autumn, and they made a new batch of suits, and bought them from the store, and ironed them one by one in advance.

"Thank you brother," Baochan leaned on the sofa and ate bananas, his mouth was sweet, "I'll go over after eating, and learn from you."

There is a fixed method of ironing shirts and trousers, and Kuangzheng said with ease: "Eat yours," he hurried up and down, "Brother will iron it for you, you can just wear it."

"That's not good." Baochan put the banana peel on the coffee table, making it a little person sitting crookedly, "I have hands and feet."

"You have a brother, so I don't need you," Kuang Zheng skillfully flipped his sleeves over, "From now on, you will take care of the food and iron the clothes."

Baochan giggled, crossed her legs, hugged the back of the sofa and looked at him.

"By the way," Kuang Zheng remembered, "Has the 500 million arrived?"

"It's here," Baochan thought he was handsome, "it's early."

"Who is in charge of your group?"

"Xiao Nong."

Kuang Zheng nodded: "500 million can't just sit there, there will be money coming in in the future, so we have to make a plan. First of all, the troupe's finances and personal finances must be separated, and tax issues must also be considered."

Baochan didn't know anything about these things, and his head got dizzy: "Brother, what do you say, I will listen to you."

Kuang Zheng stood up the iron and shook his shirt: "Come with me to the company later."

Baochan wears a shirt ironed by Kuangzheng himself, with a warm ginger tie, a darker wool suit, and a coat with slip-shoulder Lachlan sleeves. The drapey A-line suits him well.

Kuangzheng has the same color and style as him from the inside to the outside, except for the coat, which is a classic Irish ulster, with a stiff and neat cut, double-breasted buttons and tape pockets, and a hard pocket square on the left chest, with a straight British temperament.

In the parking lot opposite Wanrong Zhenhui, Kuangzheng brought Baochan's face over. He had done the hair himself. At this time, he closed it again to make sure it was meticulous, and the two got out of the car together.

This is Baozhan's first visit to Wanrong Zhenhui, his brother's kingdom, a four-story building with a terrace, and a narrow retro revolving door. The first feeling when walking in comes from the feet, and the carpet is as soft as the feathers of a chick. , the lobby is not rich, but it has a simple cubist style. The receptionist, who is about the same height as him, smiled and said hello: "Good morning, Mr. Kuang!"

Kuangzheng arrived at the office area with his treasure. It was a bit late. Everyone was doing business. When he saw the young man next to the boss, he thought it was a new client, but no one took it seriously.

Bao Chan looks very decent, as decent as a pampered son, the shadow of losing his father when he was young, and the years of hard struggle, wrapped in expensive fabrics, are all gone, leaving only wealth like honey.

"Let me introduce to everyone," Kuang Zheng looked around with his head up, meaning to let everyone come over, "my brother, the head of Ruyizhou Theater Troupe, Baochan."

When they heard that it was the younger brother, everyone's eyes changed. Those who were on the phone put down the phone, those who opened the file clicked to close, and got up one after another. Duan Zhao, who was buttoning up his suit, walked up first and reached out to Baochan.

"Customer manager," Kuang Zheng introduced, "Duan Zhao, Duan Jindao."

Duan Zhao glanced at him with a smile: "The flower name is also introduced, boss."

Kuang Zheng had a "less nonsense" expression on his face: "I usually only call you by your nickname."

Baochan's temperament is due to his more than ten years of Peking Opera training, with a straight back and straight shoulders, and he held Duan Zhao's hand gracefully: "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Kuang Zheng winked at Duan Zhao: "Brother Bao."

Duan Zhao, Kuangzheng's younger brother, had nothing to say, and called out cheerfully, "Brother Bao."

The next one was Huang Bailiang, with a thin, ruthless face, pushed his gold-footed glasses, walked up, and held his shoulder seriously: "Legal advisor, Huang Bailiang."

"Hello." Bao Chan took the initiative to shake hands.

Kuang Zheng waved back, and the next one was Xia Ke. It was useless for Kuang Zheng to introduce him. He yelled like a dog: "Brother Bao!" A capable general and the leading business backbone in the office area, his surname is Xia, and he can have a single name, Brother Bao, please take care of him!"

Kuang Zheng teased him: "Why do you talk so much?"

"Meeting the nobleman," Xia Ke replied playfully, "the tongue is also excited."

Lai Xiaoxing, who was behind him, thought he was talkative, pushed him, walked up to Bao Chan, and bowed: "Hi Brother Bao, I am the company's middle stage support, come to Xiaoxing."

Baochan saw that he was fluffy and cute, what kind of animal he looked like, but couldn't think of it for a while, so he turned his head and leaned into his ear and said, "Hamster."

Yes, Baochan and Kuangzheng looked at each other and smiled tacitly.

"We all know each other," Kuang Zheng waved his hands, telling everyone to go back to work, "When Captain Bao arrives, he will be just like me. Everyone will be as smooth as he is."

The office area said in unison: "Yes, boss!"

Kuangzheng asked Xia Ke, the "chief public relations officer" to entertain Baozhan, moved his fingers, and called Huang Bailiang aside: "Their regiment's financial and taxation needs to be planned, my brother, you understand."

Huang Bailiang nodded: "You must be careful, Boss."

Kuang Zheng raised his chin to Duan Zhao again. The boy is wearing a suede suit today, with two shirt collars coquettishly opened, and he is not afraid of the cold: "What order, boss?"

"My brother's personal income, you take care of it yourself," Kuangzheng emphasized, "give me nothing at all."

Duan Zhao is a professional, first ask the situation: "How much?"

"Their group now has 500 million in their books."

Duan Zhao almost laughed: "No, boss, 500 million," he said in a low voice, "His personal income is 80. According to our current operation, we can't afford it."

Kuang Zheng had thought of it a long time ago, and made a final decision: "Put it together with my money."

Duan Zhao was slightly stunned: "No, boss," he turned his head to look at Bao Chan, "Is it a relative? If the money is mixed together, it will be inseparable once it gets rolled over. If there is any dispute in the future..."

Kuang Zheng interrupted him: "Do as I say."

Seeing this posture, Duan Zhao became determined: "That's it."

After explaining everything, Kuangzheng asked Baochan to go upstairs to see his office, the big bedroom, the jacuzzi in the bedroom, and the Lego Deadpool on the table. It was noon after a while, and the two of them went downstairs side by side. When they reached the office area, Kuang Zheng clapped his hands: "Tuan Zhang Bao at noon invites everyone to have a light meal."

Bao Chan froze for a moment, looked at him in surprise, Kuang was grabbing his hand from below, and shook it.

The restaurant across the street I went to was called Lanting Jixu, which specializes in Huaiyang cuisine, and the per capita consumption is about four to five hundred. Baozhan was crossing the road with everyone when he suddenly received a notification on his mobile phone. A sum of money, 5000 yuan.

"Brother!" He immediately grabbed Kuangzheng's hand.

"Invite someone from my company," Kuang Zheng held him backhanded, and chuckled, "Of course I'll pay for it."

As soon as you entered the gate of Lanting Jixu, a waiter came to take your seat immediately, and a group of people chatted and walked in. At this time, someone called out from the rest area: "Mr. Bao?"

Bao Chan turned around in response, only to see a middle-aged man in a suit with a stand-up collar getting up from the sofa.

"Uncle Liang...?" At the very beginning, he introduced Baochan to the noble man who helped Ruyizhou start the foundation, and he rushed over in surprise, "Uncle Liang!"

With a kind of sincerity from the bottom of his heart, a sophisticated person like Uncle Liang couldn't help smiling, like looking at a close junior, looking him up and down: "Mr. Bao has changed so much, I almost dare not recognize him."

Duan Zhao suddenly grabbed Kuang Zheng, stared and asked, "What's your brother's background!"

"Huh?" Kuang Zheng's attention was all on Uncle Liang.

"Liang Tudao," said Duan Zhao, "the chief butler of the He family in Chiang Mai!"

Where is Chiang Mai?It sounds familiar, but it is definitely not the field that Kuang Zheng has been in contact with: "Thai?"

"The first group of overseas Chinese in Southeast Asia," Duan Zhao did not expect Baochan to know such a giant crocodile, "these years began to return to the mainland for activities, and the global assets are tens of billions, known as the Southeast Asian ship king!"