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They got into a fight with the debt collector.

Those who want debts look fierce, but they will be soft when they start their hands. As the saying goes, "Those who are hard are afraid of being violent, and those who are violent are afraid of dying." For the sake of treasure, Shi Kuoting and Ying Xiaonong are really desperate The strength, the fists and kicks that have been learned, and the martial arts that have been practiced are all revealed at this time, and the group of people are beaten away in a few strokes.

Xiao Ke saw the situation in the regiment, and left with drooping arms, and never came again.

A few days later, Sister Hong appeared on a scorching afternoon wrapped in a scarf and wearing sunglasses.

In Baochan's room, under the big characters "Yanbo Zhishuang", she looked up for a while, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry, Baochu."

Baochan was sitting on a faded leather sofa. He had just finished practicing, and his white water jacket was sticking to his body with sweat, showing a handsome figure. His back was always straight, and his eyelashes drooped slightly: "It's not me you're sorry for."

Sister Hong smiled, with a hint of disdain.

"Xiao Ke is sincere to you, you will pay back now..."

"I'm getting married," Sister Hong interrupted him, unable to tell if she was laughing or laughing at herself, "Why?"

Bao Chan was startled, but still said: "You are doing this wrong."

"No?" Sister Hong raised Erlang's legs, with a pair of bright red high-heeled shoes on her feet, "what is right and what is wrong, I let Xiaoke and his family trample on my feet like a puddle of mud for a lifetime, is that right?"

"Miss Hong..."

"Bao Chu!" Sister Hong looked at him, her eyes were wet, "I don't want to deal with it like this, being a poor singer and marrying a boneless trash!"

"Our opera singers pay attention to loyalty, filial piety and righteousness," Baozhan's tone was calm, but his words were sonorous. "In the opera, it is said, 'Renew, change your feelings, turn around from the sea of ​​suffering, and realize Lanyin early'. You have been in vain for so many years of opera." Listen?"

Tears were about to fall, but Sister Hong held back, Baochan felt that she was not a heartless person: "You and Xiaoke have been together for ten years, what is more important than ten years of relationship?"

"Yeah," Sister Hong also asked, "What is more important than a ten-year relationship that can make his mother say that my name won't be written on the real estate certificate if she doesn't have a son?"

Baochan was stunned.

"Why doesn't Xiao Ke fart at the side!"

Baozhan stood up vigorously.

"I used to be a fool, thinking that even if the sky falls in ten years, I have to follow him," Sister Hong smiled, with tears in her eyes, "That's why their family thinks that I, Wan Shanhong, are a loser who no one wants!"

Baochan thought about it, and said in a deep voice, "You take those things from Xiaoke and give them to me, and I will return them for you."

"What did I take him for?" Sister Hong stood up, "Oh, those gold bracelets?" She pointed to her left ear as if she had heard some big joke, "Just because of the real estate certificate, I and His mother said a few words, and his father gave me a big ear scraper at that time, this ear has not heard anything for more than a week, a few gold bracelets, all right!"

Baochan didn't expect such a thing to happen, and the corners of his mouth turned pale.

"Bao Chu," Sister Hong said helplessly, "women can't be too soft, too soft, and get bullied."

Bao Chan nodded silently.

"I'm here today," Sister Hong wiped away her tears and smiled, "I'm here to quit the group."

Baochan looked up at her: "Stop singing?"

"What are you singing?" Sister Hong smiled brightly, "I'm pregnant at four months, and I'm getting married with my son."

Baochan was surprised at first, and then blushed a little, like a big ignorant boy, Sister Hong walked up to him and hugged him: "Say goodbye to you and Ruyizhou," she murmured, "And say goodbye to the first half of my life. "

The corners of Bao Chan's eyes were sore.

"I really can't bear it," Sister Hong choked up, "The drama, and everyone."

Bao Chan patted her on the shoulder: "Be sure to live a good life, remember to call me for Full Moon Wine."

"Necessary," Sister Hong let go, "I'll just disappear for others, too much talk, I don't know what to say."

Baochan sent her out, and met Ying Xiaonong passing by at the door, "Why did you let her go!" He yelled, "This kind of person should have a meeting with the whole group..."

Baochan glared at him, Ying Xiaonong immediately fell silent, and the two of them watched the slender figure walk out of the long old corridor, out of her bleak life, to find the light.

"What's going on?" Ying Xiaonong asked.

"Let's talk about it another day," Baochan felt tired, as if all the strength in his body had been exhausted. Sister Hong was the future of each of them, and they had to go back and forth, "I'm going home first."

"Hey, I said you..." The door slammed shut, blocking Ying Xiaonong from outside.

Baochan changed his clothes, took the No. 232 bus, got off the subway at the World Trade Center, and came out from the terminal station of Line 13. He walked up the long road.

It was the hottest time of the day, the sun was shining on his face, and the sweat was pouring down like rain. He didn't stop taking a step, like an angry fool. Ruyizhou had no money, and people couldn't keep it. He took a look at the long road, It seems that there will never be an end.

When he got home, he was completely paralyzed. He was lying on the sofa as if he had been washed, feeling depressed, and wanted to talk to someone. He took out his mobile phone, and there were only a few people in the address book, such as Shi Kuoting and Ying Xiaonong. I said it in Ruyizhou, and there is... Kuangzheng.

The ghost almost dialed the name, and the phone started to dial. Baochan realized it and hung up quickly.

What does it have to do with others?

Besides, Kuang Zheng didn't even know what he was doing.

It's only four o'clock, and he's still working, it's a big business buying and selling companies...

The phone rang suddenly, and the screen showed an incoming call, and Kuang Zheng called back, only a few seconds later.

"Hey," Baochan's voice fluctuated, "I... made a wrong dial."

"I'll have a meeting later," Kuang Zheng said, the surroundings were very noisy, "I have a big project tonight, don't go back and eat, don't wait for me."

"Yeah." Baozhan replied softly, feeling disappointed in her heart. It would be really lonely without a neighbor like Kuangzheng in such a big house.

"What's wrong with you?" Kuang Zheng asked.

"Ah?" Baochan sat up from the sofa, holding on, "I'm fine."

There was a moment of silence at the other end, and then changed to a quiet environment: "Your voice was wrong just now, what happened?"

"No……"

"Hurry up," Kuang Zheng urged him, "I don't have much time."

"I..." Baochan let out a breath, and he relaxed, "I have a colleague who resigned today, and our efficiency is not good there, and I may... not be able to survive for long."

Kuang Zheng understood, but he didn't stick to it: "Are you at home?"

"Well, just got home."

Kuangzheng is not a person who talks a lot, and he has enough brains. When he got home at this time, Baochan left the city after two o'clock. He walked for more than an hour during the hottest time, and he needed to rest.

"Listen to me," Kuang Zheng slowed down his speech, and his sentences were well-organized, "Now go upstairs to take a shower, I'll order a bottle of red wine for you right away, you just come down after taking a shower, drink half a glass, I'll send you another ASMR link, go to bed and have a good sleep, and we'll talk about it tomorrow if you have anything to say."

Baochan was puzzled: "What is ASMR...?"

"Something like white noise can help you relax and get a good night's sleep," someone came to call out, and he said hastily, "Let's go, see you tomorrow morning."

Before Baochan could speak, a beeping busy tone sounded in his ears. Even so, Baochan's heart was settled. He put down his phone as Kuangzheng said, and went upstairs to take a shower.

Kuang Zheng hung up the phone to preside over the department meeting. This time, the sale of Fusion Real Estate is a big project that is highly valued by the higher-ups. Wanrong participates in the transaction on behalf of the seller, and there will be an astonishing transaction fee.

Kuang is the project leader. For such an important meeting, he took the time to buy red wine for Baochan and sent a text message. The link is the ASMR he often listens to, with the sound of quiet rain and gentle waves.

The content of the meeting revolved around the division of labor in the preliminary procedures, including due diligence, drafting of marketing documents such as investment briefs, and financial modeling. Kuangzheng has been doing this for ten years, and no matter how big a case is in his hands, it takes less than an hour That's all.

After the meeting was dinner, Spanish Iberico ham with sturgeon caviar, and a small portion of Girardeau, which Clemen chose according to the taste of Zhengzheng, but he was not very interested.

Purebred black pigs are fed with acorns for 36 months, dried and boned. The hind legs have pink marble patterns and are delicious. If paired with a high number of sherry wine, it will have an amazing effect.Kuang Zheng looked at the plate of delicacy in front of him, but what he thought of was Baozhan's roasted beans, which was a real meal.

This feeling is very strange. In the past, he thought that if he had money, he could be happy, so he worked overtime and stayed up late, working hard on projects. Over the years, he thought that he had obtained happiness, and it was this Iberian ham, but he was not satisfied. I want a dinner specially made for him, and someone I can chat with while eating.

"Boss, the high-level meeting." Clemen knocked on the door to remind.

Kuang Zheng hastily chewed two slices of ham, took the documents, and prepared to go to the 62nd floor. The 62nd floor belongs to the senior executives of the investment bank. Bai Yinwu's office and special conference room are there. This time, he is going to listen to the M&A report on the sale plan of Fusion Real Estate.

Duan Xiaojun's desk is at the edge of the office area. Kuangzheng passed by when he was going out, but no one else was there. He must have gone to the photocopying center to pick up materials. There was a thick "Valuation Method" upside down on the desk, and he read more than half of it. Colorful sticky notes, it can be seen that they are very hardworking.

Kuang Zheng passed by, walked into the elevator, just sat on the first floor, the door opened, and Dai Shan walked in, wearing a pretentious three-piece suit, a standard oily head, and still so arrogant.

Kuang Zheng knew that the matter of Duan Xiaojun could not defeat him, just like the stock market, if it falls today, it will rise tomorrow, Daishan’s career has deeply shaped his character.

The elevator door closed, the space was closed, and two people stood side by side.

"Snatching me as a newcomer is nothing." Daishan stared at the projection of Zhengzheng on the metal door.

Kuang Zheng also stared at him from the projection.

"If you have the ability to grab my seat." Dai Shan laughed with the ferocity of a carnivore.

Kuangzheng also eats meat, and Daishan's broken position in the capital market department is not rare to him. Daishan is not referring to this, but to the executive vice president who is hanging in the air.

"That's not your seat." Kuang Zheng was ready to show his canine teeth at any time and pounce on his opponent's neck.

"Oh?" Daishan smiled slyly, "Really?"

When they arrived at the 62nd floor, they went out one after another, one to the left and the other to the right. Kuang Zheng immediately realized that the guy was going to clear up the relationship with the high-level. No matter their age or seniority, they were all at the stage where they could compete. Duan Xiaojun was just a prelude.