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At ten o'clock on Monday morning, Zhang Rong arrived at the Wanrong head office on time, and took the elevator to the 32nd floor. Feng Kuan greeted him from afar and led him to his office enthusiastically.

As soon as he entered the room, Kuangzheng had already arrived. He was sitting at his desk looking at his mobile phone, which was a WeChat page, with a rare gentle smile on his face. Zhang Rong guessed that the other end of the mobile phone was most likely treasure.

"Mr. Kuang." He greeted and sat down beside him.

"Mr. Zhang." Kuangzheng put away his phone, his expression immediately changed, serious, professional, and imposing.

Feng Kuan sat across from them and was about to exchange some pleasantries when Kuang Zheng cut to the chase and cut straight to the point: "Mr. Zhang has an overseas acquisition plan in the near future and needs a sum of overseas funds."

Zhang Rong stared at Feng Kuan. Sure enough, that guy looked blank. In just that moment, Zhang Rong lost confidence in Wan Rong and Kuang Zheng. He felt that he was full after canceling the regular meeting and coming to this poor place on Monday. support.

"Mr. Zhang," Kuang Zheng's time is also precious, without a word of nonsense, he directly gave the plan: "For the funds needed for the acquisition, you deposit the RMB with Lao Feng, and don't worry about the rest."

Feng Kuan really trusted Kuang Zheng, he didn't understand what was going on, so he nodded.

Zhang Rong didn't say a word, thinking that I'm fucking short of US dollars, you bastards are thinking about my RMB, and frowned, just about to say something ugly, Kuang Zheng turned to Feng Kuan and said, "Old Feng, what do you use?" With this certificate of deposit, he has to apply for a mortgage loan from Wanrong Hong Kong Branch, and he needs the equivalent amount in US dollars, as soon as possible."

Feng Kuan understands that the jargon is "domestic guarantee and foreign loan": "No problem." For him, this is a piece of cake. "The man in charge over there is a buddy from my rotation, and it can be done within a week at most."

Zhang Rong was dumbfounded. It turned out that this was Feng Kuan's usefulness. He didn't need to contribute his ideas and efforts, and he didn't need to overcome obstacles. He only needed a phone call to connect to the key link.

"Mr. Zhang," Kuang Zheng turned around, "The interest rate of overseas US dollar loans is lower than the interest rate of domestic RMB deposits. The income here is enough to cover your interest. Don't worry."

Zhang Rong was surprised again, Kuangzheng thought of everything he thought of and didn't think of it for him, and he was meticulous and impeccable.

"Now, Zhengcai Electronics can realize the cross-border use of funds at zero cost," Kuang Zheng and Feng Kuan looked at each other and said jokingly, "A little trick of our financial dog."

In the eyes of Zhang Rong and the others who are in the industry, it is very difficult to scratch their heads, but in the hands of financial players, it can be easily solved with a cup of tea.Zhang Rong's attitude changed, he looked down and saw that the water in Kuang Zheng's cup was not full, he quickly picked up the teapot by the table and filled it up for him, but Feng Kuan's cup was just a few centimeters ahead, he ignored it.

Bosses like Zhang Rong always disdain to add water to Feng Kuan. In the Wanrong Commercial Bank Department, who is the grandson and who is the master has always been clearly distinguished.Feng Kuan was studying the details of domestic guarantees and foreign loans with Kuangzheng. He didn't seem to pay attention, but he was like a mirror in his heart. He was used to it. Suddenly, Kuangzheng picked up the pot and poured water for him.

Feng Kuan was stunned, and Zhang Rong was also stunned. As soon as he raised his hand a few drops of water, respect, contempt, arrogance, and warmth were all spoken without saying a word.

The corners of Feng Kuan's lips pursed, Kuang just regarded him as a buddy, what a buddy is, is that when others look down on you, he can lend a hand in time.

"Old Feng...Old Feng?" Kuang did it on purpose, but pretended it was unintentional. After all, he is no longer a young man, and he has to save face when helping others, "What are you thinking, is this time okay? "

"Ah? Ah," Feng Kuan was distracted, and didn't understand what he asked at all, but as long as he was asked to do it, he would be fine, "Leave it to me, don't worry."

Kuang Zheng nodded, glanced at his watch, it was [-]:[-]: "Solved, Mr. Zhang," he was very satisfied with his efficiency, "As long as your funds are in place, we will handle the details with Wanrong."

Zhang Rong also glanced at his watch. From the moment he entered the door to the present, within 15 minutes, Kuangzheng solved his billion-dollar problem in an unimaginably short time. He had nothing to say except that he was convinced.

"Mr. Kuang," Zhang Rong stood up from the chair, "Will you enjoy this afternoon? I just bought a golf course in the western suburbs, and you are the first guest I invited."

Feng Kuan followed suit and stood up. Zhang Rong asked Kuang Zheng to go to the golf course at home. Just say it casually, "Bao Chan has a show tonight, I'll go and join in the show."

Zhang Rong suddenly realized: "Yes, yes, why did I forget?" He still had to find an excuse for himself, "It's a pity that I have an appointment tonight, so I will take it to Boss Bao."

"Definitely." Kuang Zheng sent him to the door, closed the door, and turned back. Feng Kuan sat behind the desk and said with emotion: "Dude, do you still remember that three months ago, you polished his wife's shoes?" .”

A man can bend and stretch, straighten and shrug his shoulders.

"Three months," Feng Kuan couldn't believe it, "he turned his back on you, Zhang Rong is such a dog!" He was envious, but not jealous, because he was a person beyond his reach, "You are really good!" , brother."

Kuangzheng is very familiar with his place, so he found coffee by himself: "It's just luck."

Feng Kuan shook his head: "How many of them were kicked out of Gemini, and they didn't even give a fart. If you can pull yourself out like you?" He asked himself and answered, "No, you are a fucking myth in the financial street."

"Come on," Kuang Zheng poured water to wash up the coffee, "Is it sour."

"Why drink instant ones? I have a coffee machine," Feng Kuan got up to help him. "If I were you, I wouldn't even give him one. I'd give him an internal guarantee and an external loan!"

"Look down and see you, don't get stuck," Kuang Zheng said, only to realize that it was Bao Chan's words after speaking, "By the way, I'll save you some money, how about this year's bonus?"

Feng Kuan laughed: "It's all the goods you brought, thank you."

"Thank you." Kuangzheng knew that he was not short of this little money, and he was short of the face of his father-in-law. "When I was in the most difficult time, it was you who gave me charcoal in a timely manner. I will never forget it."

Feng Kuan thought for a while: "The greatest virtue I have accumulated in my life may be that I owe you you at that time."

The two chatted for only 5 minutes, and Feng Kuan began to chase people away: "I really don't want to keep you, I have to hand in the daily summary and weekly plan before noon."

"What the hell?" Kuang Zheng thought it was funny, "It's not a government agency, it's doing this."

"It's the wind now, and it's the same over the west building." Feng Kuan sat down behind the computer and opened Word, "Hurry up, I won't see you off."

Just like that, Kuangzheng was ordered to evict, went from the 35th floor to the parking lot, took a Maybach and left Financial Street.

On a busy Monday, the main road in the city center is full of traffic, proud people, frustrated people, everyone is fighting for food and clothing or ideals.The same goes for the young opera actors. At four o'clock in the afternoon, Duo Xiaojing brought people from the city troupe to Ruyi Island. The concierge followed them, settled them politely in the VIP room, and went upstairs to inform Baochan.

"Teacher Duo!" Bao Chan led all the team members downstairs to greet him. Apart from Duo Xiaojing, Zhang Lei also came, and there were also a big martial artist and a small Huadan, four people who were quite elegant.

After the two sides exchanged pleasantries, it was logical for Baozhan to invite them to have a snack, and then invite them to play at Ruyizhou in the evening.

"This..." Zhang Lei looked at Duo Xiaojing, "Isn't it good?"

It's one thing to help in acting, it's another thing to bring a group of people to occupy other people's venues, but Duo Xiaojing had an appointment with Baozhan before, and today I came to discuss it, both to meet friends and to play together.

"Boss Xie Bao's platform," she said more happily than Zhang Lei, "If you want it, Lei Zi will give you, me and my younger brother and younger sister, three people and three plays."

"Yes," Baozhan smiled generously, "Of course I would!"

Zhang Lei talked about Duo Xiaojing: "Don't mess around, you don't know the audience here, they are not ordinary people..."

Duo Xiaojing doesn't like to hear him say this: "Rich people are people too, Lei Zi, drama is drama, don't have so many things in your eyes."

The two of them had finished talking like this, and the two in their group remained silent. Sa Shuang couldn't see it, so he made a few jokes and took the conversation away.

Everyone took a break, and after five o'clock, they entered the backstage one after another.The play cards were written temporarily, including Chen Rouen's "Looking for a Son", Da Wusheng and Sa Shuang's "Sanchakou", Xiaohuadan's "Picking up the Jade Bracelet", Duo Xiaojing's "Going to the Rooftop", and Baozhan, Zhang Lei and Ying Xiaonong's "Second Entry to the Palace" has a total of five plays, which is the most complete one in Ruyizhou.

At 07:30, the gong kicked off on time. Baozhan took the stage first in plain clothes and bowed to the few rows of audience: "Today is Monday, there are not many people," he said, smiling, like a brother next door, gossiping Jiachang, "Everyone present here has a good eye. Teacher Duo Xiaojing, a famous old female student from the Municipal Theater Troupe, will join her troupe tonight. The play is hanging outside. You see, the outsider is a guest. Let's take care of Haoer. Thank you Baochan here. gone."

Just a few words, please encourage the experts present here not to bully students, it is the duty of being a host, and the audience also joined in, sending him down with warm applause, Chen Rouen walked up in a light-colored old fighting suit.

In tonight's play, both sides are quiet, but they are both competitive. Because of the competition, one play is more exciting than the other. After "Second Entry to the Palace" is over, the audience is shouting and saying nothing. , Baozhan and Duo Xiaojing discussed, and each of them came back to do some unique skills, either doing or fighting, to give the seat a complete.

Kuangzheng arrived at this time. He was going to arrive early, but Fang Chengcheng called him a while later to confirm the details of the overseas listing with him. The first person in the row sat down, and saw Baochan wearing a pure white water jacket, standing under the spotlight, suddenly a fork, slamming hard on the stage.

Kuang Zhengteng got up from his seat and stared at the stage in astonishment. There was a tidal wave of applause behind him, but he was angry. These people only cared about Baochan falling beautifully, and no one cared whether he was in danger or in pain.

Baochan's thin clothes were wet, the sweat from singing "Second Entry into the Palace" was now a swirl and a kite, one layer soaked in another, sticking to his back, showing his thin figure.

"Sit down!" someone shouted from behind.

Kuang Zheng didn't move, he clenched his fists, wishing he could raise his legs and rush up to snatch Bao Chan off the stage, it was his own treasure and had nothing to do with these cruel onlookers.

Bao Chan rolled over in a somersault, wanting to throw another zombie, twisted his waist and looked back, seeing Kuang Zheng standing upright under the stage, he was startled, and stopped there immediately - he also knew that his brother would feel sorry for him doing this .

On stage and off stage, a glance of ten thousand years.

"Boss Bao! Bao Bodhisattva!" Someone shouted at the bottom of the stage, and Bao Chan turned around and raised his hand to the side curtain. In the evening, all the performers took the stage together and formed a row for a grand curtain call.

There was no scene of throwing silver dollars and bracelets on the stage while watching a play, but when Shi Kuoting got off the play and took out his mobile phone to look, the screen was full of staggering 66666, and he didn't see the bottom after swiping several times.

This is the first joint show between Ruyizhou and the city troupe. Both parties know that there will be a second and third show in the future. Baozhan is happy and asks the staff to inform every guest that Ruyizhou will be at the North Korean Hotel opposite tonight. The banquet is open, please come to the theater fans and friends for a midnight snack.

Boss Bao was the host, and no one would come. There were three or four tables bustling with each other. Bao Zhan took Kuang Zheng to the table to toast, and introduced to them eagerly, this is his brother, who is a private banker, please take care of him.

After drinking too much, the two of them were holding each other's arms, giving Kuangzheng a sweet illusion. This is not a celebration banquet after the performance, but a wedding banquet. He is the groom and Baochan is the bride, holding hands for the picky elders To smoke.

The bosses are very face-saving, and they can't tell who started it. They threw the business cards on the table like poker cards. The table turned, and the second person threw it up again. After such a turn, there were more than a dozen cards in a pile. The business cards were transferred to Kuangzheng, and behind each one were immeasurable wealth and resources. Except for Wanrong Zhenhui, no private bank had such a big reputation for promotion.

After the banquet was over, Baozhan sent the guests to the car one by one when they came out of the Chosun Hotel, and then fell into Kuang Zheng's arms, and was carried into the Maybach by him.

Really confused after drinking, he couldn't help himself, Kuangzheng pressed Baozhan on the back seat, holding his face with one hand, not daring to touch his mouth, only lingering on his cheeks and temples, so rude, yet so careful, even When Xiao Hao saw it in the rearview mirror, he turned his eyes away embarrassed.