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Han Wenshan's contract details went through the legal affairs on both sides several times, and after confirming that they were correct, he himself came to Wanrong Zhenhui at [-]:[-] p.m. to sign with Kuang Zheng, and then had a cup of tea and chatted about future investment direction.

During the conversation, Kuang Zheng found that he was very tired and his eyes were blue: "Mr. Han, didn't you rest well?"

"Funds are tight," Han Wenshan pinched the corners of his eyes, "I have three factories, two medical equipment and one precision instrument, all of which require a large amount of funds, and there is also a medical research and development project, all of which cost money."

Since there is such a shortage of liquidity, Kuangzheng is thinking about his main business: "Why don't you transfer half of the 7000 million yuan, and use the rest as an emergency..."

"No," Han Wenshan immediately refused, "this money can't be moved," he said firmly, "it is reserved for my wife, and it can save her life when the situation is desperate."

Now that he had made up his mind, Kuang Zheng didn't say anything anymore. After drinking a pot of tea, he personally sent Han Wenshan to the door. When he saw his car, he was taken aback for a moment. The familiar black Bentley seemed to have the same license plate number. Kuang Zheng frowned. , I think I probably remembered it wrong.

Han Wenshan got in the car and left. He turned around and came back. After walking a few steps, there was a sound of footsteps behind him. It should be a stranger, because the receptionist went up to greet him and greeted crisply: "Welcome to Wanrong Zhenhui, what can I do for you? "

The man smiled and said only one sentence: "I'm looking for you Mr. Kuang."

Kuang Zheng stopped in his tracks. He heard a very familiar voice, young, crisp, and a little arrogant. He turned around and saw a boy standing at the gate. He was wearing Armani's new autumn style, a lake blue embroidered tie, and his hair was made of mud. It is neat and tidy, like a hot golden boy on the financial street.

Kuang Zheng laughed, threw back the hem of his suit with both hands, pinched his hips, raised his head and called out: "Duan Xiaojun."

"Boss!" Duan Xiaojun strode towards him. He has changed a lot, not only in his clothes, but also in his demeanor, which is mature, capable and confident, reminding Kuangzheng of himself ten years ago.

"You have a conscience, boy," Kuang Zheng stretched out his hand to him, wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and led him to the office area, "You know how to come to 'Frontier' to see me!"

There are only Xia Ke and Huang Bailiang in the office area. Duan Zhao went to accompany the client. He came to Xiaoxing to ask for leave and leave early. Duan Xiaojun!"

The three greeted each other, shook hands, exchanged greetings, and exchanged business cards. After a set of procedures, Duan Xiaojun and Kuangzheng went upstairs, and Xia Ke vaguely heard Xia Ke say to Huang Bailiang from behind: "...these are all surnamed Duan, and they are all next to the gold letters..."

He glanced back, walked into the elevator, went to the CEO's office on the third floor, and sat across from Clemen's LEGO Deadpool, facing Kuangzheng, speechless for a while.

Kuang Zheng smiled, stood up and poured him a glass of Hakushu 12 Years, adding ice: "Your condition is good, you didn't embarrass me."

"Of course." Duan Xiaojun raised one eyebrow proudly, "I just made a big deal, and I'm the one to pick it up. As soon as the contract is signed, I'll come to you."

"Okay, good luck." Kuangzheng heard from Clemen that he is now Bai Yinwu's confidant.

"Don't dare to come if you don't have any grades," Duan Xiaojun leaned over the table and looked at him, a little bit young at the beginning, "Or I won't be beaten to death by you?"

"Is my mouth so stinky?" Kuang Zheng couldn't remember himself at the M&A. In just over a month, it seemed like the past life, "How is Lao Bai?"

Duan Xiaojun swallowed a sip of wine, shook his head: "He's not easy to handle."

Kuang Zheng immediately frowned.

"The investment banking department is now under administrative management." Duan Xiaojun held the wine glass, the temperature of his palm penetrated the glass wall, melting the ice a little bit, "Even the date of entering the data room has to be approved step by step. An administrative director came from the headquarters. Today The west building is a horse with two bridles, it's a mess."

This is to divide Lao Bai's power, and Kuang Zheng understood that when the predecessors planted a tree, there would always be people who couldn't reach the tree and came to enjoy the shade.

"I just want to share Lao Bai's power." Kuang Zheng saw it, and Duan Xiaojun saw it too, and hit the nail on the head, "The investment banking department was run by Lao Bai all by himself. With such a large business, who in the headquarters doesn't want a piece of the pie? Shit Administrative management means usurping power.”

No wonder he has changed, Kuang Zheng nodded, Wan Rong's situation does not allow him to remain unchanged: "The new VP treats you well?"

When mentioning his boss, Duan Xiaojun looked indifferent: "No one can treat me badly." He picked up the collar of his suit, "You are right, a good suit is a business card and armor, which makes people dare not offend."

He is mature and sophisticated at the same time. Kuang Zheng watched him change in just a few months with his own eyes. This is the power of Financial Street, unconsciously, but devastating.

Duan Xiaojun sipped his wine, was silent at first, then put down his glass suddenly: "Boss, can I come and work with you?"

Instead of staying at the headquarters, come to this backcountry?Kuang Zheng laughed, "Are you okay?"

Duan Xiaojun insisted: "Take me, boss!"

Kuang Zheng narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "Why do you want to come?"

"I want to follow you," Duan Xiaojun said decisively, "Not only me, Clemen, Xiaodong, we all want to come to Wanrong Zhenhui."

Kuang Zheng was speechless for a while, and then said clearly: "I don't want you."

Duan Xiaojun narrowed his eyes: "Why!"

"If you say you'd rather do wealth management than mergers and acquisitions, I'll consider letting you come over," Kuang Zheng got up and walked to the window, watching the pale pink sunset, "but you're just running for me, what are you planning?"

"I want to be happy," Duan Xiaojun replied in seconds, "I want to be happy! I can still laugh and laugh when everyone works overtime until three o'clock in the middle of the night! I don't even have a day off for three months!"

Kuang Zheng shook his head, still said: "I don't agree."

"I want to help you, boss!"

"If you want to help me, stay at M&A!" Kuangzheng looked back at him, "Help me take care of Lao Bai, help me keep an eye on the market," he said coldly, "and make a lot of money."

Duan Xiaojun understands that the headquarters of Wanrong has the most well-informed information on the financial street, and has a strong and timely market analysis department. up.

"How's the fund situation in the market recently?" Kuang Zheng asked pointedly, remembering Han Wenshan's words.

"Very tight," Duan Xiaojun replied, "very tight, and the interest rates of various terms continue to hit new highs."

Sure enough, Kuang Zheng thought about it for a while, like a wolf foraging in the wasteland, with years of experience, he accurately targeted the prey: "Are there any short-term currency-type high-yield investment products?"

Duan Xiaojun was originally drooping, but now he suddenly raised his head, opened his mouth slightly, and expressed admiration: "Boss, you are really... always my boss!"

Funds are tight, and lending interest rates will inevitably rise, which means that the currency becomes more valuable, and short-term investment can make a profit without losing money.

"Find a way," Kuang Zheng winked at him, "Look for the Investment Research Department or the Marketing Department, and choose some reliable ones for me."

"No problem," Duan Xiaojun stood up abruptly, his eyes were burning, and he was instantly full of energy, "Tomorrow, you wait for my news."

The two chatted almost, and left Wanrong Zhenhui together, Duan Xiaojun went back to the company to work overtime, and Kuangzheng went to Ruyizhou to pick up people, since the last incident, he made an agreement with him, don't go downstairs by yourself, stay in the house waiting for him.

"Brother, tell me you," Baochan packed up his things and picked up his phone, "look at me like a child."

"Is it okay if I don't look at you?" Kuangzheng helped him put on his coat, "I almost got kidnapped."

After turning off the lights and locking the door, they walked out side by side. After taking two steps, Baochan suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Kuang Zheng came back to help him.

"It's okay," Bao Chan moved his ankle, "new shoes, rub your feet."

Baochan usually wears sneakers, his feet are comfortable and his skin is tender, no matter how soft the cowhide is, he still feels pain, so he squats down and presses the toe of his shoes: "Here? Or here?"

Baochan looked ahead, and saw that the light in Ying Xiaonong's room was still on, he hurriedly straightened it, and whispered like a thief: "Get up, hurry up, let people see!"

"What's wrong with rubbing your feet?" Kuangzheng didn't care about that, and turned around in a half-squat position, "Come on, I'll carry you on my back."

"The foot is worn out, it's not that the foot is broken," Bao Chan patted his back, "You don't need to carry it!"

"I'm willing to recite it," Kuang Zheng whispered without knowing it at all, "It's not the first time, did you forget the last time you jumped on me by yourself?"

With such a loud noise, Baochan felt that Ying Xiaonong must have heard it, but the door was closed and there was no movement, which made him even more embarrassed. He stomped past Kuangzheng, endured the pain and walked downstairs quickly.

The driver was waiting in the car. Seeing Baochan coming out, he got out of the car and opened the door for him. Kuangzheng arrived after him. He got in the car from the other side. The driver went back to the cab to start the engine and drove slowly onto the main road.

The two of them looked at their respective windows, ignoring each other, taking advantage of the darkness, Kuangzheng touched his hand, and grabbed Baochan's wrist with a stern look, but Baochan refused to let it go, and pulled back hard, the more he pulled, the tighter Kuangzheng's grip was, After going back and forth like this, the two hands were firmly locked together, and the fingers were twisted.

They still don't look at each other, but their hearts are secretly beating.

After struggling all the way, he let go when he got home. The driver drove the car away. Kuang Zheng carried the fresh package into the house and put it on the floor of the entrance. Bao Chan took the scissors to open it.

Today's fruit is very strange, the size of a finger, one by one, some are black and some are green, and the flesh is pink when broken apart, one by one, Baochan took a bite, sweet and sour, a ball in his mouth Burst open.

"Brother, try this," he held up his leftover piece and fed it to Kuangzheng, "I don't know what it is, it's a bit sour."

Kuang Zheng took off his suit and took a look: "Fingerlime," he said, lowering his head and opening his mouth, "Fingerlime."

"How do you read it?" Baozhan heard it for the first time.

"Finger," Kuang Zheng bit the crystal fruit, staring at his lips unconsciously, "lime."

"Finger," Baochan also stared at his lips, repeating, "lime?"

He could read very well, but the lips were first pursed, then slightly pouted, and then the tongue flicked between the gums, like some naughty creature, making people want to catch it in one mouthful and suck it into the stomach whole.