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Kang Qi asked Baozhan to call Kuangzheng, Baozhan took out his mobile phone, entered the number, but did not dial out.

"What are you doing?" Kang urged him, "Stupid?"

"Don't fight anymore," Baochan thought for a while, "Nothing happened, don't worry him."

"I said you..." Kang Qian wanted to say something to him, but he suddenly realized something and nodded understandingly, "That's right, that big brother is too jealous."

He was talking nonsense again, Baochan defended: "Don't talk nonsense!"

"How do you talk to the savior?" Kang Qian helped him, and said in a tone, "If it weren't for the young master, I would act righteously at a critical moment, and you can't find a place to cry now, so the eldest brother will have to talk to you!"

Everything that he experienced just now only made Bao Chan feel dirty, Kang Tifei dragged Kuang Zheng into it, and even brought him dirty: "We are not in that kind of relationship."

Kang Chi thought this person was quite interesting, even a blind person could see it, but he refused to admit it: "What kind of relationship is that?"

Baochan clenched his fingers: "He is my brother."

Kang Chi chuckled: "Okay, your brother." He tilted his head, and the gemstone earrings on his ears reflected the afterglow of the setting sun outside the window, shining brightly, "The kind of brother who sleeps under the blanket at night."

They slept together under the covers, entangled, pillowed on each other's arms, Bao Chan felt guilty: "Stop!"

He was serious, Kang Chi kept silent, the car slowed down, and drove slowly under the sparsely branched street trees, "No way," he said again after a long time, "Haven't you made it clear yet?"

"Show something," Baochan avoided him and looked out the window, "We are not that kind of people."

Oh, Kang Gan understands, go straight to the bend, and fight hard.

After a while, Baochan turned around and said, "Thank you."

Ordinary people would say "You're welcome", but Kang Cong said, "You really have to thank me, if it weren't for the fact that you don't understand your shit, I wouldn't fucking care about you."

Baochan couldn't stand his nonsense: "I don't want to understand those crap things."

"You don't understand," Kang Hui bared his teeth arrogantly, "this bullshit high society will let you understand sooner or later."

Kuangzheng gave Kang's business card with the address of Wanrong Zhenhui written on it. He drove to Yongyun Road based on his memory. It was a small road that was not long, and it was easy to find.

Kuang Zheng had just finished negotiating a business deal and came out to see off a client. Not far ahead, he saw an eye-catching Aston Martin in a familiar ice blue color. He took a look at the license plate number, and it really matched.

The client's car turned around and drove away, Kuangzheng was waiting with his pockets in his pocket, he thought that the boy came to ask for glass money, but unexpectedly the car stopped on the opposite side of the road, the passenger door opened, and Baochan stepped out with his head tilted .

Kuang Zheng stared straight, he couldn't think of any reason for them to be together, regardless of the time and occasion, he shouted recklessly: "Bao Chan!"

Baochan looked up and saw him, and hurriedly said to the car, "Go quickly."

Who is Kang Chi? He is the most troublesome young master of the old Kang family. He is the devil king among the rich second generation of the younger generation. down.

Baochan ran across the road in a few steps, and stopped Kuangzheng: "Brother!" The golf club from last time left him with lingering fears, "I ran into something, and he helped me."

Kuang Zheng squinted at him, not because he didn't believe it, but because he was entangled with this kind of bastard: "What's the matter?"

Baozhan was ashamed to talk about those things in the study room surnamed Kang, and was hesitating when Kang came over: "You guys talk first," he didn't stop, and went straight into Wanrong Zhenhui, "I'll wait inside."

Kuangzheng's anger was on fire, his territory, why should this kind of thing enter the house!

He turned around to follow, but Baochan grabbed him tightly, almost holding him together: "Brother! The old gentleman who made an appointment with us today..." He couldn't open his mouth when the words came to his lips. Lie to the house, get a glass of water for him to drink, "He has no good intentions!"

Kuang Zheng turned around abruptly, with that expression, as if someone had stabbed him in an important place, his whole face was blue: "He... touched you?"

Baochan felt ashamed, no man was willing to answer this kind of question, as if he was picked out of the men and turned into a woman: "No."

It’s true that they didn’t touch, nothing actually happened, but if it happened, it would be much scarier than touching: “It’s over,” Baochan said calmly, “Brother, I’m fine.”

Kuang Zheng couldn't imagine how serious the matter was, he thought it was just a few obscene jokes, a few frivolous actions, but even so, his heart was still trembling, like being burned by a prairie fire, scorched and scorched, "Again You are not allowed to go to other people's houses," he accidentally said, "I don't agree."

But Baochan nodded, acquiescing to his domineering: "It won't happen in the future," he took a deep breath, "Men will never understand what women face in this world." He looked up at Kuangzheng, "Today I understand .”

He understood, but Kuang Zheng felt heartbroken.

He understood, but Kuang Zheng didn't want him to understand.

He wanted to be with him and protect him, to make him simple and happy, to let him only have fun in his heart, and himself.

But no, Baochan has already stepped into that flashy circle of wealth, and the dross and darkness in the circle, together with the glory and light, will rush at him, surge and engulf him.

"That old man," Baochan said indifferently, "made me understand that I can't trust anyone easily."

Can't trust anyone... Kuang Zheng's heart tightened suddenly, he hugged him by the shoulders and hugged him, he was at the door of his company on the street with people coming and going, he didn't care about anything.

After the impulsiveness, he regretted it. Baochan didn't like these things, especially after encountering malice from the same sex, he was eager to let him go, but Baochan raised his hand, as if gently hugging back: "Fight with someone!" Say hello, let's go home."

A very common sentence, let's go home, made Kuangzheng's blood boil.

He felt that Baochan was different, as if he had loosened from a very tight string, he didn't care about other people's eyes, and he didn't care about insignificant rules and regulations, Kuangzheng couldn't help but wishful thinking, maybe the moment he had been waiting for was coming.

They walked into Wanrong Zhenhui side by side. Kang Chi was in the reception area, being served by a group of young girls. Seeing Kuang Zheng coming in, he put down his legs and leaned forward: "Brother," he called Kuang Zheng, "teach me Play with capital."

He didn't mention Baochan, nor did he mention what happened this afternoon, Kuang Zheng raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

"I think your place is good." Kang Ti looked around. Wanrong Zhenhui has already become a large scale. In addition to Xia Ke and Huang Bailiang's core employees, they also hired a large number of investment and research personnel. The office area is bustling and busy, "I This time I completely offended my father, if I don't develop some skills, I'm afraid I won't be able to get along in the future."

This is to invite credit, Kuang Zheng raised his hand gracefully, and pointed to the office area: "Go to table No. 1, just say what I told you, and let him take you."

"Alright." Kang Qian snapped his fingers, got up from the leather sofa, and walked towards the office area with his pockets in his pockets.

No. 1 is the seat of Duan Zhao, the undoubted top manager of Wanrong Zhenhui, but he had a client in the afternoon and left at noon. The computer was turned on, and Xiao Gu's Zhan Guohong account was on the desktop. Lai Xiaoxing was doing analysis.

"Hey," Kang Ti stood in front of table No. 1, and saw a fluffy shaggy head. He rarely had contact with the account manager, but he felt strange, "Your boss asked me to find you."

The ball of fur moved, and a childish face lifted up, with big black-rimmed eyes and a patch of faint freckles. He sniffed like a hamster: "Let you find me?"

"Well," Kang Qian sat sideways on the table, "is the surname Kuang playing tricks on me? Can a brat like you teach me?"

Later Xiaoxing guessed that Kuang was asking him to find Duan Zhao, but after hearing what he said, he became competitive: "I can't teach you?" He pushed the big eyes on the bridge of his nose, and the lens reflected a light, "Here Debut question, talk to me after you answer it.”

Kang Chi didn't think highly of him at all, and was happy: "Come on, cutie."

In Lai Xiaoxing's life, the most annoying people call him "little", and the second annoying person called him "cute", this guy took them all at once: "Suppose there are eight people in your company, and you all want to know whether your salary is high or not. Low, but the company has a rule that you cannot disclose your salary to others, how do you do it?"

Kang Chi looked at him like a fool: "The company doesn't allow you to ask, so I won't ask in secret," he said casually, "I made an appointment for a drink at night, and I found out my girlfriend's measurements."

Lai Xiaoxing gave him a white look, and dragged the mouse to continue working.

Kang Chi was left there for 3 minutes, 5 minutes, and obediently got down from the table: "Say, what should I do?"

Lai Xiaoxing didn't hear it, and didn't even give him a look.

"Hey," Kang Ti dragged a chair from the side and sat next to him, "Tell me, I really want to know."

"Didn't you say that I can't teach you?" Lai Xiaoxing has a small nose and small eyes, and he doesn't have a big heart.

Kang Chi leaned back in the chair, angrily provoking him: "Aren't you fooling me because you don't have an answer at all?"

Lai Xiaoxing clicked the mouse in his hand, moved it quickly, finished Xiao Gu's data in a few clicks, and logged out of the Zhan Guohong account: "I want to know whether my salary is high or low. It is not necessary to know the specific salary of each person, as long as It is enough to know the average salary in the company.”

Kang Chi didn't go to work, so he had no idea about salary, so he listened to him with arms folded.

"You can think of a large number in your mind, such as 5201314, add your own salary, write it on a piece of paper and pass it to the second person, and in the same way, ask him to add his own salary, write it on another piece of paper and send it to the second person. Three people, and so on, you get the number of the last person, subtract 5201314, divide by 8, it is the average salary of this company.”

Kang Chi sat there, nodding seriously.

"This is the simplest decryption problem," Lai Xiaoxing said sternly, "it is also the basis of cryptography. A technology as complex as the blockchain is developed from this small concept."

"Oh—" Kang Chi looked suddenly enlightened, and said two words firmly, "I don't understand."

Lai Xiaoxing took a mouthful of old blood, almost choking him to death.

"However," Kang Ti stood up, kicked the chair back, and pointed at him arrogantly, "You little cute master, I recognize it."