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Fang Chengcheng quickly contacted Kuangzheng, because he was Baochan's friend, he thought Kuangzheng was also a member of the circle, and politely invited him to his home.

Kuang Zheng was very surprised. Motion Picture Communications is one of the technology companies that have grown explosively in the past two years. Fang Chengcheng has even climbed into the ranks of the top upstarts on the Internet. The first interview is directly at home, which is not very suitable. Common sense.

"Mr. Fang," he had to ask, "Where did you hear about our Wanrong Zhenhui?"

"Boss Bao from Ruyizhou introduced it," Fang Chengcheng half-truthed, "I'm a movie fan."

Kuang Zheng was startled, it turned out to be Bao Chan.

I have to admit that like most people who don't listen to opera, he doesn't pay much attention to Ruyizhou. If it wasn't for Baochan's career, he probably wouldn't even bother to look at it, but it's such a small Beijing opera Tuan, gradually, began to emerge in the wealth circle.

Kuang Zheng took Duan Zhao there, considering that the atmosphere at home was different from that of the company, he specially called Xia Ke, and the three of them drove to Fang Chengcheng's villa in the northern suburbs.

The northern suburb is a mountainous area, the temperature is one or two degrees lower than that of the city, and the winter scenery seen along the way is already bleak. There are two natural hot springs here, and a high-end villa area is built next to the hot springs, called Rumeng Xiaozhu.

The Maybach drove slowly across the mountain road, with large mansions with a construction area of ​​more than [-] square meters lined up on both sides, with garden landscapes and outdoor swimming pools. Although it is basically useless in winter, the grand momentum is still very domineering.

When they arrived at the place, there was a special person to receive and guide the way, and Kuangzheng walked into the entrance hall with a height of nearly ten meters.

In the reception room, Fang Chengcheng's family was there. His wife and two children, a boy and a girl, were wearing brand-name children's clothes and said hello cutely. This is a typical wealthy family, rich, decent, and seemingly harmonious.

"Mr. Kuang," Fang Chengcheng greeted enthusiastically, "please sit down."

Kuang Zheng sat down first, Duan Zhao and Xia Ke then sat down, made a brief introduction, and began to exchange pleasantries: "Mr. Fang's villa is really nice. It's like a paradise."

Fang Chengcheng chuckled, he was still very casual with those who looked up to him: "My friends say that my name looks like a real estate business, so I have to be worthy of my name no matter how I choose a house."

Everyone in the room made him laugh. If Kuangzheng knew that he had this kind of character, he wouldn't need to take Xia Ke with him.

"The scenery is beautiful in summer, and the hot spring water comes into the house in winter. It's good." Fang Chengcheng patted his knees regretfully, "But it still can't compare with Junziju and Deyi City in the city center."

In a word, Kuang Zheng heard his implication. Junziju and Deyicheng are rich communities in the city center. The houses are very old, but they are a symbol of status. This Fangchengcheng became rich overnight. The rich are the first among the rich, eager to squeeze into the traditional rich circle.

"I made a lot of money this year, and I made it fast enough," Fang Chengcheng smiled heartily. He was satisfied with his achievements, but there were also some unsatisfactory things. I can’t even buy it, and I’m still lying in the north of the city in a disgraceful way, I’m fine, my wife feels aggrieved.”

"That's right," Mrs. Fang said, "It's not convenient for the children to go to ballet class. Several neighbors have bought helicopters. I don't think it's very useful."

Xia Ke heard the word "helicopter" and seriously suspected that he was a fictional character living in Mr. Ba's novels. He secretly glanced at Mrs. Fang, who happened to turn her head to look at him as well, her eyes met, and she paused for an extra second.

"Junziju is just such a large piece of land, and there are more than a dozen families living there. No one has sold it in the past few years," Kuangzheng said honestly, "I'm helping Mr. Fang to keep an eye on it, but I can't come in a hurry."

Fang Chengcheng understands: "I'm 38 this year, and my career and family are fine." He patted his son's head lovingly, "I want to work for another ten years and let the CEO out to a professional manager. What I care about most now is a family. People's health, as well as my two children, will face education problems in the next 15 years."

"What about the financing requirements?" Kuang Zheng thought more professionally than him, "Investment and risk appetite?"

"In our line of business," Fang Chengcheng smiled conceitedly, "there is no shortage of working capital, I don't understand investment, and I don't have time to study it," he remembered, "Oh, my wife always complains about not having enough money."

Kuang Zheng generally understood, glanced at Duan Zhao, and Duan Zhao immediately pulled out a form and put it on the table: "Please fill in the form, Mr. Fang, we will make a detailed allocation plan based on your assets and your demands."

They began to chat about the details of their assets, cash, stocks, funds, real estate, except for numbers and percentages. Mrs. Fang was bored admiring her newly-made nails, and looked up at Xia Ke from time to time.

Xia Ke made her look furious, thinking what's the matter with this girl, her husband and children are still there, so she salivates over the little fresh meat, but after thinking about it, her beautiful appearance is not as good as her own. It is understandable that Mrs. Fu couldn't suppress her inner impulse to fall in love at first sight because of her cliche temperament.

On the spot, Duan Zhao came up with a rough plan. He was no longer the small account manager who worked as a financial manager for the aunt when Kuangzheng took over Wanrong Zhenhui two months ago. Now he is fast, sensitive, and handy in the planning of large net worth wealth:

"Fang Zong, your original estimated weighted average comprehensive income is about 7.15. After allocation, we conservatively estimate it at about 7.54, which is an increase of 39BP. At the same time, it can basically meet the requirements you just raised."

He has done a very good job, allocating industrial assets to financial assets in place, and even detailing cash management, education planning, medical expenses, and pension trusts, which makes people admire the professionalism of Wanrong Zhenhui.

But Kuangzheng knows that this is far from enough. Any private bank, G&S, Furong, and Durban Kelly can do so beautifully. In terms of the long-term planning of Video, I suggest you consider going public overseas.”

As soon as the words "overseas listing" came out, the atmosphere in the reception room immediately changed. Duan Zhao stared at Kuangzheng in surprise. He didn't expect him to hide such a big handwriting. Although Fang Chengcheng didn't speak, his face faded from the first time. The politeness of the meeting revealed the true ferocity of a profit seeker.

Kuang Zheng knew that he had made the right bet: "For example, Nasdaq."

Fang Chengcheng stared at him intently for a long time, and asked three words: "Is it possible?"

"Of course." Kuangzheng has already seen through him. This person has earned money within a year or two that others have earned in more than ten years. No matter how polite and humble he pretends to be, his heart is also inflated. Pure wealth can no longer satisfy him. He also wanted fame, status, and glitter.

"The number of users of Motion Picture Communications is increasing by tens of millions every quarter," said Kuang Zheng, who had done his homework before coming. "The domestic market has no suspense. The cross-border registration of products has even been fully rolled out on a global scale."

Those two sentences made Fang Chengcheng's blood boil, he thought for a while, and then pointed to the key question: "Have you Wanrong Zhenhui ever planned an overseas listing before?"

How could it have been before, Wan Rongzhenhui has only been back to life for two months, "No," Kuang Zheng is straightforward and generous, without hiding it at all, "I hope that Motion Picture Communication will be the first order we participated in."

Fang Chengcheng looked at him and smiled: "Then I'll just go to G&S, they are American investment banks."

"Mr. Fang, if you hire Wanrong Zhenhui as your private bank, we also recommend that you hire G&S for overseas listing operations," Kuang Zheng stroked his tie and raised his legs, "

I have been doing mergers and acquisitions in Wanrong Investment Banking Department for ten years, and I have done IPOs in London and Singapore. I think when G&S talks about SEC and CUSIP with you, you always hope that there is someone around you who can help you translate the nonsense. talk? "

Fang Chengcheng was taken aback for a moment, and laughed out loud. From this laugh, his relationship with Kuangzheng changed. He was not only a private bank and a client, but also a friend who planned a big event together.

"Drink tea!" Fang Chengcheng refilled the tea for the three of them himself, put down the thin bone china teapot, and suddenly said, "Boss Bao did not introduce the wrong person," and then added, "Ruyizhou is really an unfathomable place The place."

On the return trip, Kuangzheng kept thinking about his words, how about Baochan, and how about Ruyizhou. He heard it from a third person, and he realized that he knew nothing about Baochan's career, and he didn't know who was around him. How many rich men like Han Wenshan and Fang Chengcheng, he has never even been to a Ruyizhou performance.

Kuang Zheng couldn't help but blame himself. Compared with Bao Chan's desire to attract clients, his likes and loves are nothing more than painless narcissism.

After taking Duan Zhao and Xia Ke back to the company, Kuang Zheng ordered Xiao Hao to take him home. At four o'clock in the afternoon, the sky in the west was already slightly red, the days were short, and winter was coming.

Opening the door and entering the room, the smell of home was so strong. He took off his coat, walked into Baochan's room, sat on the bed, touched the light yellow sheet, turned his head, and saw a small lamp wrapped around the bedside table. Ribbon, elegant dark green, a bit familiar.

Baochan always puts the old Kindle in the bedside table, so baby, Kuangzheng opened the drawer, and with the Kindle, there is also a cheap plastic ornament, which is a little bear holding a honey jar.

For a moment, Kuangzheng remembered that the little bear and the ribbon on the lamp were all the bouquet of flowers he bought for Baozhan last time, the dewy white roses, the flowers withered, but Baozhan secretly put them away. Valuable accessories stayed.

It is these subtle emotions, these trivial details, that make Kuangzheng love him more and more little by little.

Turning on the Kindle, he flipped through it aimlessly. Behind his own annotations, sometimes followed by Baochan’s annotations, such as this sentence, he wrote: How can I catch the free-flying butterflies?

Baochan's answer is below: build a garden.

Kuang Zheng stared at that sentence in a daze, Baozhang is his butterfly, the net cannot be caught, and the gate cannot be closed. Only when he becomes better and stronger can he be worthy of his love, which makes him reluctant to part with him. Ken leaves.