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It was only two weeks since he knew that Kuangzheng was going to Switzerland, and Baochan started to pack his things. Every day, he stuffed something into it when he thought of it. By the day Kuangzheng left, he had already packed three boxes.

"I said," Kuang Zheng stared at the small "mountain" in the middle of the living room, "Are you my treasure?"

Baochan squatted on the ground, still pretending to be sexy: "It's not who Baochan is from your family, but could it be an alien?"

Kuang sat down on the armrest of the sofa and watched him roll up the socks one by one and wrap them into balls with the tubes: "Do you still remember going to Beidaihe, where you only carried one bag?"

"That's me," Baochan held the pile of sock balls and put them into the inner bag of the box one by one, "Can we be the same?"

He even likes his rolled socks, Kuang Zheng: "What's the difference?"

"I'm a big boss, it's almost enough," Baochan said while busying, "You are a princess, not a prince, you have to take care of me."

It turns out that this is how he sees himself, he is his prince, Kuang Zheng smiled tensely.

"Besides, it's a foreign country," Baochan said worriedly, always afraid that he wouldn't bring enough, "If there are any shortcomings and it's inconvenient, there's no harm in bringing more."

"What have you brought?" Kuang Zheng got up.

"This box is for clothes. I brought down jackets and coats, five sets of suits, and two pairs of shoes and boots. It's convenient for you to change." Baochan said like a worried new wife, "The computer is here, and you are here." There are bottles and cans, commonly used ones, I use small bottles, perfume and mask are in this interlayer, and then this..."

Kuang Zheng walked up, hugged him, and hugged him tightly: "I really want to take you away together."

"Then I'll take another box?" Baochan raised his head from his embrace, "You put me in a curled up bag."

Kuangzheng made him amused: "Then I will be arrested as soon as I pass the security check."

Baochan hugged him back, especially reluctant: "Be careful," he muttered, "Come back early."

It was only two weeks, not two months or two years, and they went to a Swiss resort, not Afghanistan and Somalia, but they made it as if they were parting from life and death. It seemed that if they were separated for a minute, or in the blink of an eye, their souls would wither.

The Maybach was waiting outside, Kuang was on the plane at seven o'clock, and Baochan had a play today, so he insisted on seeing him off, holding his hands tightly together along the way.Arriving at the terminal building and parting at the security checkpoint, they were submerged in the rushing crowd, not daring to hug or kiss, but just staring at each other silently, then turned around, took a few steps, and looked back at each other's back.

On the way back, Baochan leaned against the car window in a daze, turned his head several times to look in the direction of the airport, and didn't know what he could see. Xiao Hao looked at him in the rearview mirror, and couldn't help shouting: "That... Brother Bao."

"Huh?" Baochan was absent-minded.

"The boss is going for two weeks?"

"Well," two weeks, the longest parting since they met, Baochan couldn't help but think wildly, "Hao Er, there are no gun attacks or terrorist attacks in Switzerland, right?"

"Ah?" Xiao Hao made him ask in a daze, "No, no, I haven't heard of it."

Baochan was worried and wanted to ask, but suddenly the phone rang, and he took it out to see that it was the number that disgusted him again, harassing him again and again, but this time he didn't answer.

It was 06:30 when he arrived at Ruyi Island, enough time for him to put on his makeup, get out of the car and enter the door. Two staff members hurriedly greeted him with nervous expressions: "Head, a group of people are here, and they are checking upstairs!"

"Check?" Bao Chan frowned, "Who?"

They couldn't tell, Baozhan hurried upstairs, on the slow-walking platform between the first and second floors, Sa Shuang was waiting for him, his face was already hooked, it was Chong Gongdao in "Su San Qi Jie": "Bao Chu!" Tell him about the situation, "A group of businessmen came and said that someone reported us for illegal business operations. Brother Shi and Brother Nong went up with them!"

Illegal business?Bao Chan glanced at his watch. At this time, the start of the show might be delayed: "Did you show them the business license?"

"Look," Sa Shuang said, "all the procedures have been taken out."

The two went to the third floor. They were really industrial and commercial. They were wearing uniforms, epaulets, and holding law enforcement recorders. A group of people crowded in the private room, and a loud voice could be heard shouting: "You are operating outside the scope of the business." , Fine! Rectification!"

"Brother," Shi Kuoting smiled apologetically, "We only sing opera, and sometimes guests come here to rest when they are tired, and there is no extra charge."

When he said that, the industrial and commercial manager was quite upset. He bent down and looked around, and found two bottles of liquor from the calf period: "There is no charge for tea, and there is no charge for wine?"

That was the old almanac from 800 years ago, Shi Kuoting wanted to explain: "We..."

The guy asked, "Did you drink it?"

Shi Kuoting had no choice but to admit: "Drink it."

"Meals are provided!" The person directly gave the sex, "You know the small bookstore on the street. If you want to sell a cup of coffee, you have to apply for a food business license. You have such a big face, just opposite Cuixihua. If there is a problem of food safety, who will pay the responsibility!"

What he said made sense, and Baochan went up. Before, they were all focused on singing, managing in a muddle-headed manner, and didn't understand the law. Now that they understand, they have to follow the law.

When the businessman turned around and saw him, he had an outstanding temperament and an expensive coat, and his attitude and tone were restrained: "Are you the boss?"

"Hello," Baochan stretched out his hand, "The leader of Ruyizhou, Baochan."

The guy shook hands with him meaningly: "There must be something wrong with your theater right now, please suspend business and wait for the punishment notice."

Baochan didn't say much, just discussing: "Our signboard for tonight's play has already been put up. The guests don't know the show will be suspended. It's a cold day. Let's see if we can..."

"It's not discussed," the man shook his head. "We have to deal with the complaints from the masses. To be honest, you're fine. A small problem won't delay you for a few days. If it's really an illegal operation and the circumstances are serious, we'll put a seal on it!"

Speaking of this, Baochan no longer insisted, and led them into the house, wanting to have a chat and learn about the relevant regulations.Shi Kuoting didn't follow, leaning against the railing on the second floor, he raised his chin unhappily at Xiao Nong: "Okay, you, I'm so calm, the theater building is about to be sealed off, as if nothing happened of!"

Ying Xiaonong glanced at him, and snorted coldly: "People report it, I'll check it out, and you just go through the motions." He turned his back and looked like a big lady, "Later, the treasure office will do whatever it takes. Who do you call, and they don’t care? Let’s sing the show tonight.”

Shi Kuoting suddenly realized, no wonder this kid didn't fart just now, it turned out that he didn't pay attention to these inspectors at all: "It's really you," he couldn't tell whether it was admiration or sarcasm, "Mr. Duan!"

"Don't call me that last name," Ying Xiaonong turned to stare at him, "I don't like to hear it."

"The surname given by my father, how can I not..."

Just as they were talking, another group of people came in downstairs, all men, there were five or six, and the leader showed his ID: "Police," they asked the staff, "Who is in charge here?"

Suddenly, Ying Xiaonong's expression changed. On the same day, the industrial and commercial police and the police came to the door one after another. It could not be a coincidence. At this time, I looked back and thought about the "reporting by the masses". It's not a nuisance at all. Which idle people would report them?

This is someone deliberately stabbing a knife.

The police divided two to wander around the first floor, and the rest came upstairs, staring at Shi Kuoting and Ying Xiaonong with sharp eyes, and asked very rudely, "Are you from here?"

"Actor," Ying Xiaonong stood in front of Shi Kuo Ting, "Comrade police, we are all law-abiding citizens."

The police glanced at him habitually: "Some people reported that you will provide sexual services in the name of performances. We visited nearby businesses and people, and they all reported that there are luxury cars coming and going here at night."

As he spoke, he raised his eyes to look up, Ying Xiaonong turned around following his gaze, and saw Baochan standing upstairs, sending people from the Industrial and Commercial Bureau down, and hearing the police's words, he didn't know whether it was humiliation or anger, his face was as white as A paper.