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Kuang Zheng had Bao Chan's words, everything was enough, lying on the bed with his arms around someone at night, staring at the dark ceiling, he was so surging that he couldn't calm down.

It is the heart that surges, not any other place. Of course there is desire, but because Baochan is a boy, he is not impatient.

"Bao'er," he couldn't help calling, "Bao'er?"

The person in his arms didn't respond, Baochan fell asleep, Kuangzheng leaned over and kissed his forehead, this person was so defenseless, he didn't know that if he gave his heart, others would want his body.

Silly boy, Kuang Zheng said in his heart, after only kissing a few times, he turned out all the cards, leaving no room for himself.

Gently, he rolled over and stepped onto Baochan, lying face down, imagining their future night, just imagining, his scalp suddenly went numb, he quickly lay back, panting in emptiness.

Baochan made him understand that once desire is mixed with love, it is so strong that it makes people frightened.

The next day, Kuangzheng went to the company, with short hair and a silver-gray tie. As soon as he entered the gate, he heard Duan Zhao lecturing the new account manager: "I don't listen to explanations! A customer is a customer, and I don't care if he is a customer." Selling seeds or selling fertilizer, we will give what the customer wants, not what you think they want... boss?"

Seeing Kuangzheng passing by the office area, Duan Zhao was stunned: "You are not in Switzerland..."

He lectured his subordinates like a big boss, at least when he was Kuang Zheng, he had never heard of him being so stern in the office area, as if there were no tigers and monkeys dominating the mountains.

"Come with me." Kuang Zheng raised his chin with a cold face.

Duan Zhao was a little apprehensive, afraid that Kuang Zheng would care about his little presumptuousness, so he hurriedly followed. The two entered the elevator one after another, and the door slowly closed. Duan Zhao asked with his tail between his legs, "Why did you come back suddenly?"

"Bao Chan has something to do," Kuang Zheng replied, "Switzerland will give it to Bailiang."

It turned out to be the matter of the baby brother, Duan Zhao nodded, no wonder his boss was tossing about flying across the ocean.

When the elevator arrived, Kuang Zheng opened the door and entered the president's office, took off his coat and threw it directly to Duan Zhao, sat down on the chair in front of the desk, crossed his legs, and tapped the opposite sofa with his toes.

After hanging up his coat, Duan Zhao came over and obediently sat down on the sofa. Kuangzheng belonged to the kind of boss who is not angry and arrogant.

"Fang Chengcheng," Kuang Zheng leaned back in his chair, "Have you thought about it?"

Duan Zhao didn't expect to talk about this, quite surprised.

"If there are one-third of the customers like this," Kuang Zheng took out a cigarette and gave him one, "Wanrong Zhenhui has no future."

Duan Zhao hurriedly got up and took out a lighter: "But this business is like this. It's all about the rich man's ass. Who knows which client is a thunder, and it will blow up in a few years."

"Wanrong Zhenhui must have its own trump card," Kuang Zheng stared at him through the rising flames, with a razor-like sharpness in his eyes, "We must let the rich around our ass."

Duan Zhao took back the lighter and thought for a while: "It's difficult."

Kuang was waiting for him to continue.

"Those things that the rich often play with," Duan Zhao said, "Private equity funds have always been G&S's fortune. Durban Kelly is good at high-end real estate. I checked, and Fang Chengcheng built the apartment in London for Xiaosaner. What they got through them, Furong is good at making precious metals, and their relationship with HSBC and Barclays (1) is very strong.”

He is right, he has considered all these corrections: "Didn't you think about yourself?"

Duan Zhao was surprised: "Me?"

Kuangzheng took a puff of cigarette, and then slowly exhaled: "Art investment," along with the smoke, there were these words, "and high-end luxury goods."

Duan Zhao opened his eyes wide.

"Artworks can also be made into a fund," Kuang Zheng raised one eyebrow, with a faint smile on his lips, "One Hyde Park (2) is an 8000 million pound apartment hall that must be matched with a six-figure painting. Famous paintings worth a few dollars, as for gold, half of the inventory is replaced by art, and the same is true."

Duan Zhao didn't expect Kuang Zheng to dare to think so much, his eyes are not only poisonous, but also fierce.

"G&S's fund, Durban's Kyloe's real estate, and Furong's precious metals." Kuang Zheng turned around and flicked the cigarette ash, "We can all get involved, no," he changed the auxiliary verb, "We all have to get involved. "

"No..." Duan Zhao disagreed, "Boss, if it was a few years ago, we could test the waters, but now that the overall macro economy is down, and the country is fighting corruption so vigorously, at least China's art market is in decline. It should not be entered during the consolidation period, the risk is too great.”

"Golden Knife," Kuang Zheng squinted his eyes in the rising smoke, "You don't study finance, and you don't have an instinct, that is, to buy down and not to buy up."

Duan Zhao was stunned: "But Chinese rich people don't recognize art," he asserted, "there is no such market..."

"Then create a market." Kuang Zheng made the final decision.

Duan Zhao was stunned, goosebumps appeared on his arms.

"We want to formulate rules, set benchmarks, and gallop freely in this created market." Kuang Zheng wiped out the remaining smoke, "positioning China's high-end art trading market as a market where Wanrong gathers together."

Duan Zhao understood that he meant Wanrong Zhenhui's hunting ground, "I..." To be honest, he was a little startled, "I'll go back and think about it."

At this time, Kuangzheng’s WeChat popped up. It was an old buddy from the financial street who asked him to go to a party. “Okay,” Kuangzheng said while replying to the message, “I want a feasibility report.”

"Understood," Duan Zhao got up, Kuangzheng never asked him to bow, but he bowed unconsciously, "I need one to two weeks to do a comprehensive investigation."

"Okay," Kuang Zheng put away his phone and looked up at him, "Jindao, you let go of the chop in front, and I'm behind you."

Duan Zhao took a deep breath, straightened his back and turned to go out.He admires Kuangzheng, a nearly perfect boss. He has no direction, but Kuangzheng gives him direction. He lacks courage, but Kuangzheng gives him courage. I have to feel sorry for him.

Kuang Zheng put on his overcoat again. The daughter of Huayin, the eldest brother, was admitted to Hodgkiss, one of the most famous middle schools in the United States, which is regarded as the high school attached to Yale. He asked everyone to have a drink at home to celebrate this great future.

He got in the Maybach, bought a bottle of Romanee-Conti at a winery he frequented halfway, wrapped it in kraft paper, and rushed to the address on WeChat.

In a townhouse in the development zone, the door was opened by the aunt of the family, who was about to receive the wine so courteously, Kuangzheng only gave her the coat and thanked her politely.

"Kuangzheng!" Huayin's eldest brother greeted him from afar from the north balcony, and pointed at him unceremoniously, "What a fucking compliment, you're such a brat, we're afraid we won't be able to invite you!"

"Don't be a fucking disgusting person," Kuang Zheng was just as rude as him, "I've been kicked out of Financial Street, you still remember to look for me, I have to thank you bastards!"

The room heard that Kuangzheng had arrived, and one after another came out to say hello. People from Huayin, Wanrong, Guoyin, Dingtai, and half of the financial street are here, many of them are at the same time. , promoted together, swearing at mothers together, long-lost buddy loyalty, Kuangzheng raised the red wine in his hand: "Blindtasting?"

Covered bottle tasting, a little game for wine lovers, this group of people are all good players, shouting "who is afraid of whom", and walked to the small living room with their shoulders crossed.

A group of big men in various vests held a Baccarat glass in their hands, shaking it towards the light, observing the color of the wine and the thickness of the hanging glass, and chatting while tasting.

"The stock market is not doing well."

"Well, the big bear market is coming."

They are all in finance, and Kuang Zheng’s point of view is similar to theirs: “Can the Spring Festival effect (3) save a wave?”

"It's just fluctuations, I think..."

"I said, Old Shen, you can taste wine when you taste wine. Why are you curling up your little finger? You're gay among gays."

"Get lost," Old Shen retorted, "Your gay can tell with just one finger?"

"That's right, I drank so many times with Daishan, who of you saw it?"

Kuang Zheng frowned: "Dai Shan?"

"He's bent, don't you know?" Someone gave him a popular science immediately, "The biggest news in Financial Street this week!"

"Impossible," Kuang Zheng shrugged and chuckled, "Only his taste?"

The implication is that Dai Shan is not worthy of being gay, and the whole room laughed: "Really, that kid went to whoring on Minzhu West Road, and his boyfriend caught him, and made a fuss, the police and 120 all came gone."

Kuang Zheng stroked his logic and shook his head: "How could such a thing get out?"

"Tsk," Lao Shen said with a smirk on his face, "it was rumored from the clubhouse that the guy who was beaten by his boyfriend was said to have lost tens of thousands of dollars for bleeding all over the floor. Dai Shan is also a fucking iron cock. He's getting angry, and everyone who sees him will talk about him."

"Fuck, that idiot Daishan."

"That's why I said, you can't be stingy when you go out to play, if you are stingy with chickens, will you not suffer retribution?"

"He is a duck."

"A meaning!"

"Hey," Old Shen said to Kuangzheng again, "His boyfriend is also your Wanrong's."

Kuang Zheng was taken aback: "Who?"

"Who is that?" Lao Shen knocked on his wine glass, he couldn't remember the name for a while, which meant that the other party was not in business, business people often hang out together, and they are very familiar, "Your HR, what's your name, Wang Dacheng! "

He made a mistake, and Kuangzheng tightened his hand holding the cup. The manager of Wanrong HR is Wang Youcheng, who always wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and he is very comfortable on top. How can such a fine person get along with Daishan?Being able to fight with others for him, maybe they have been together for many years, but they didn't show any flaws.

"HR," someone said, "it's no wonder that Daishan has been doing well in the past few years."

Everyone laughed: "What do you mean?"

"Tsk, understand it yourself."

Kuangzheng suddenly remembered that Daishan had said, "People have their own way, ghosts have their way." He already knew that his superiors were going to engage in private banking, so he fooled Kuangzheng over. His "way"... turned out to be Wang Youcheng.

"Pinot Noir!" Old Shen said affirmatively, smacking the sour taste in his mouth.

"Such a good Pinot Noir," they guessed, "Romanee-Conti?"

After saying that, Huayin's eldest brother peeled off the kraft paper on the bottle body, revealing the classic white wine label, and the large French characters ROMANEE-CONTI made the people present exclaim.

(1) HSBC, Barclays: the second largest gold trading bank in the world.

(2) One Hyde Park: Once known as the most expensive high-end real estate in the world.

(3) Spring Festival effect: Every year around the Spring Festival, China's stock market will have a wave of rise.