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After Duan Xiaojun left, Kuangzheng didn't leave the office for a whole day. For lunch, he took out eel and sea urchin. When it was time for dinner at six o'clock, his WeChat rang.He took a look and saw that it was Feng Kuan, the assistant manager of the head office. He had been working in the Hong Kong branch for half a year. He just came back last week, and he was currently in the coffee shop downstairs.

Work just came to an end, he got up with his mobile phone in his pocket, and as soon as he went out, he saw Duan Xiaojun standing in front of Clemen's desk holding a stack of A3 copies of documents, and he was completely out of shape in just one day.

Kuang Zheng took a glance and walked out of the office area. Behind him, Clemen lost his temper: "What kind of eyes do you have, are you dissatisfied? If you are dissatisfied, tell me how to calculate the return on investment capital, and I will let you go home and rest immediately!"

Kuang Zheng snorted, Duan Xiaojun couldn't answer at all.

Taking the elevator to the first floor, Feng Kuan waved to him from the cafe, wearing a boring gray suit, a boring tie, and wearing boring leather shoes: "Brother," his eyes lit up when he saw Kuang Zheng's attire, "You're getting wilder!"

"It's like this on our side," Kuang Zheng sat down opposite him, "it's not like you, who are surrounded by the big leaders all day long, and are ashamed of rats."

"Fuck you," Feng Kuan ordered him a latte, "I've been promoted, general manager."

"Congratulations." Kuang Zheng stretched his back and turned his neck.

"Is the reaction so flat?"

"Aren't you going to Hong Kong to prepare for a promotion?" Kuang Zheng said in a flat tone, then smiled, "Besides, if you don't get promoted, my sister-in-law will not be happy."

Feng Kuan's father-in-law is a director of the group, and he has been walking steadily in the past few years. "Don't pick what I don't like to hear." Feng Kuan loosened his tie, "What's the matter, it hasn't been settled yet?"

Kuangzheng nodded: "My place is not like yours. Every three steps, one sister and five steps, one sister, there is an affair every day."

"When was the last time?"

"It must be seven or eight months," Kuangzheng sipped his coffee, "I said, what's the matter with you, you care so much about my private life? Don't worry, I'm very straight, I'm just not in a good mood this year."

"I'm not talking about you. You have a problem with picking women. You always look for girls who are 21 and 28. Do more," Feng Kuan said in the tone of someone who has experienced it.

Kuang Zheng heard it: "Brother, do you have something to do?"

Feng Kuan smiled, very wickedly: "I have a girl in my hand, not yet thirty, pretty, tall, and a trustee."

"Domestic trust," Kuang Zheng shook his head, "it's about equal to financial management."

"What do you care about that, I'm talking about people."

"What kind of trust, private bank?" Kuang Zheng said in a contemptuous tone, "They are all engaged in public relations, which is boring."

Feng Kuan understood: "No, right?"

Kuang Zheng nodded.

"Okay, you M&A's bull," Feng Kuan stood up, and he had nothing to do with him, "You are heartless, I wasted my time to find you, and I'm leaving."

Kuang Zheng sent him to the door: "Brother, go slowly."

Feng Kuan took two steps and came back again: "That's my wife's aunt's daughter!" He originally wanted to say something like "[-] years less struggle", but thinking that he would not care about rectification, he nodded his finger at him. ,gone.

Kuang Zheng looked down at his watch. It was seven o'clock, which was time for dinner. He could choose from the trout, goose feet, and oysters around here, but he just wanted to eat Baochan. pot.

As soon as he said he would leave, he drove straight to the suburbs. The traffic flow was okay all the way. When he arrived home at [-] o'clock, it was already dark, and Baochan's lights were not on. He rang the doorbell. From a distance, he saw a person walking on the road. .

Kuang Zheng frowned, the more he looked at it, the more familiar he became, and he called out in disbelief: "Bao Chan!"

The figure walked two steps quickly and waved towards this side.

"Fuck!" Kuang Zheng stood in the middle of the road and shouted, pulling his neck, "You came from the subway station?"

There was no answer, and Kuang turned around in a circle, very angry.

As Baochan got closer, his face became clearer. It was hot, and sweat hung on his chin and trickled down his neck.

"How long have you been away?" Kuang Zheng took out a pocket square and gave it to him.

"I walked fast," Baochan wiped the sweat with his arm without taking it, "less than an hour."

There was a box of fresh food at the door, Kuang Zheng picked it up with one hand and followed him into the house.

The main light and the air conditioner automatically turned on, and Kuangzheng opened the fresh-keeping box. There were eggplants, spinach, pork belly, and half a dozen imported oranges. He said without hesitation, "Starting tomorrow, I will pick you up at night,"

Baochan was wiping his sweat with the T-shirt he took off, and he refused straight away: "No, this little road is nothing."

Kuang Zheng turned his head to look at him. He usually looks thin, but now he is very strong when he takes off his clothes. It's not the kind of muscles that are exercised, but the small muscles that are flexible and tight, as beautiful as a bird.

"Give me the address," Kuang Zheng said forcefully, "It's just a matter of oil."

Baochan came over, took the vegetables and meat to the kitchen, and said while tidying up: "Our time doesn't match, you don't get off work until midnight."

"I'll take you home and then back to the company," Kuang Zheng lazily leaned on the kitchen countertop, "just in time for you to have a meal."

Baochan smiled, raised his eyebrows and gave him a sideways glance: "Did you send me this meal?"

At this glance, there was glaze-like water in it, and Kuang Zheng was taken aback, for the first time he felt that there was energy in this man: "What do you do?"

Baochu's hand that cut the meat stopped for a moment. He is a desperate Peking opera actor, old man, and he is about to lose his grip: "I'm singing..."

Suddenly, the phone rang, and Kuang Zheng took a look at the incoming call, and happily answered, "Heybuddy!"

He speaks English all the time, his demeanor and tone are as natural as his mother tongue. Baozhan stared at him blankly, realizing once again that even if they are under the same roof, even if they speak like friends, they are people from two worlds .

It was a colleague from Singapore who was doing reorganization on the phone. I haven't contacted for a long time. While chatting, Kuang Zheng took out an orange from the fresh-keeping box, split the two sides, and stuffed a piece into his mouth.

Sweet, like honey, he immediately took it to Baochan, Baochan was playing with the meat, his hands were not clean, Kuangzheng held the phone between his shoulders, and broke off a large piece for him.

Two lives, the same sweetness, blended in a small kitchen.

Baochan puffed out his cheeks, covered the microphone and asked, "Is it sweet?"

Bao Chan kept nodding and couldn't stop laughing.

The phone call lasted more than half an hour. Apart from a few greetings, it was more about an analysis of economic fundamentals. After putting down the phone, they chatted and ate.

The next morning, Baochan went out at seven, and the blue panamera was waiting at the door.

Kuangzheng went to bed early last night and was in good spirits. The two of them got on the bus and talked nonsense. They went to Youai Road, got off at Baochan, took 232 to Baishi Road, and walked for 10 minutes to Ruyi Island.

Before he entered the gate of the theater troupe, he heard fierce quarrels. He rushed in and saw a few figures in the dark corridor on the first floor, pushing and shaking hands.

"What are you doing!" He yelled loudly, overwhelming all the noise.

The corridor fell silent, the group of figures did not move, it was Shi Kuoting and Ying Xiaonong, holding a boy tightly, and Mr. Kuang was also there, holding on to an old bone.

"What's going on?" Baochan walked up and saw the boy's face clearly. He was Sister Hong's boyfriend. Everyone in the group called him Xiao Ke. He was quite an honest man. Kuo Ting's collar did not let go.

"You guys in Ruyizhou are nothing!" he yelled, "Let Wan Shanhong come out! And that bastard surnamed Lu, let them get out!"

Bao Chan was a little confused, Xiao Ke raised his leg and almost kicked him, Ying Xiaonong hurried over to block him: "You boy, don't mess with Bao Chu here!"

"What's going on?" Bao Chan asked.

Ying Xiaonong dragged him out: "Sister Hong..." He lowered his voice, "I got caught by Xiao Ke who opened a room with someone, and Xiao Ke hasn't done anything yet, she kicked him away first."

"What!" Bao Chan's eyes widened, he didn't expect such a thing.

"You forgot that you were in the hospital last time," Ying Xiaonong said, "She left after answering the phone, probably with the guy on the phone."

"Then..." Baochan's mind was in a mess, "What does it have to do with Brother Lu?"

"Maybe they helped hide it," Ying Xiaonong guessed, "Brother Lu took their car."

Over there Xiaoke was still shouting: "Baochan! I don't care, Wan Shanhong belongs to your group! I'll ask you for someone!" Xiaoke's family is a singer, his voice is bright, and his yelling shakes the ceiling.

Baochan quickly called Sister Hong, Ying Xiaonong shook her head: "It's useless, I've called you seven or eight times," he scolded, "Wan Shanhong is too rude."

Sure enough, no one answered, Baochan put away the phone, turned back, Xiaoke had already let Shi Kuoting press down on the floor, even angry and aggrieved, the big man was crying.

"Fucking Wan Shanhong!" he yelled, "I've known her for ten years, ten years! Just run away, don't even give me an explanation, fuck me!"

Baochan said to Shi Kuoting, "Release."

"No, he's hysterical..."

"Release!" Baochan grabbed Xiao Ke's clothes, lifted him up, and stared into his eyes, "You asked me for someone, but I didn't have one, what's the matter, today we're going to have a fight to the death?"

Xiaoke blinked slowly, he knew that this matter had nothing to do with Baochan and Ruyizhou, but if he didn't scratch something right now, he would die: "She doesn't like me, don't fuck with me For her, how much money did I spend, and I bought more than 2 yuan for gold jewelry alone!"

When Baochan heard that there was still money here, he frowned and wanted to say something. Suddenly a few people came and shouted when they entered the door: "Which one is Baochan, whoever is surnamed Bao, get out!"

Baohua opened Xiaoke, turned around, and saw a few big brothers wearing gold chains, who seemed to be in debt: "I am, what's the matter with you?"

"We are from Xinglong Financial." They took out a piece of paper from their handbags and shook it. "You have rented a car from Anyunjie for half a year, and the money has not been settled yet!"

Half a year ago, they rented a van from a company called Anyunjie to pull the stage set. It was also the last performance of Ruyizhou. In the community, there were less than ten audiences, all of whom were gray-haired old people. .

"The money has already been settled." Baochan was neither humble nor overbearing.

"The car rental fee is settled, and there is still a tire repair fee. The car blew out on the way back!"

"We told An Yunjie at the time that the flat tire was not next to us, and we would not pay the money."

"You say you won't pay if you don't pay?"

"What's the matter, do you still want to blackmail people?"

The big brothers laughed: "Today I will blackmail your little troupe!"

The two things collided, and Baozhan took a step forward. At this time, Shi Kuoting and Ying Xiaonong, one on the left and one on the right, walked in front of him and blocked him with their bodies.

"Get out of the way!" the big brothers yelled, "We are looking for Baochan!"

Shi Kuoting and Ying Xiaonong looked at each other with a smile, loosened their legs and said, "You dare to touch him!"