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Kuang Zheng was standing in the theater hall with Baochan's overcoat on his back. He didn't smoke, for fear of staining his clothes with the smell of smoke. He was surrounded by guests who were waiting to drink the dust-cleaning wine. lively.

Chinese New Year is approaching, from midsummer to midwinter, from M&A to Wanrong Zhenhui, Kuangzheng fell to the bottom, and then climbed up step by step, accompanied by Baozhan every moment.This is a lucky year, he thought, and couldn't help lowering his head, smelling the smell on his coat, when someone behind him called: "Mr. Kuang?"

Kuang Zheng turned around in response, it was the guy from G&S: "Manager Yang?"

The other party was surprised: "Boss Kuang actually knows my name."

Just found out two hours ago, Kuang Zheng smiled.

Wanrong Zhenhui has emerged from a group of emerging small private banks. As a competitor, G&S cannot live in peace with them. The surname Yang glanced at the coat in Kuangzheng's hand and sneered: "Are you also here to grab customers?"

Kuang Zheng raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

"You can't steal from us," Manager Yang said with a contemptuous look, "Kazu is still different. Private banks are not like others. They pay attention to bloodlines, qualifications and style."

Kuang Zheng thought it was funny, but he still asked, "What's the style of G&S?"

"Precise and excellent style of pure American-owned private banking," Manager Yang said arrogantly, "at least not the style of groveling to carry coats for potential clients."

He said that he was not angry, but the contempt for local private banks inside and outside the words made him disgusted: "Manager Yang, believe it or not, within ten years, all foreign private banks will be eliminated from China's high-net-worth client market." ..."

"Boss Bao!" There was a commotion in the crowd suddenly. It was Bao Chan who came out from the backstage, led his musician and drummer, and the proud actors, and walked to the door with their arms crossed.

That guy from G&S hurriedly took out his business card. He knew that Boss Bao was the soul of Ruyizhou, the jewel in the palm of the rich. As long as he could get close to him, there would be a steady stream of business flying into his pocket.

"Brother." Baozhan went straight to Kuangzheng, completely out of habit, and turned his back to him, and the next second, the coat in Kuangzheng's hand was draped over his shoulders obediently.

The man from G&S was stunned. He looked blankly at Kuangzheng who was putting his hands on Boss Bao's shoulders. He was familiarly joking with Han Wenshan's bigwigs. He stepped out of the gate of Ruyizhou in high spirits. In place.

"Manager..." After a while, the little follower beside him asked, "Shall we go there?"

The one surnamed Yang gave him a look: "Don't you have eyes?" He wrinkled the hot silver business card worth more than ten yuan in his palm, "

The food here is not our share at all! "

The North Korean restaurant opposite Ruyizhou is funded and operated by North Korean businessmen. It is said that the waiters are carefully selected from the Pyongyang Song and Dance Troupe.

Today, Han Wenshan is the host, with Baozhan on his right hand and Kuangzheng on his left. At a large banquet of twenty people, he talked and laughed happily: "I asked Boss Bao to open the first glass of wine. Boss Bao didn't give me face, so he insisted on asking me to open a glass!"

With that said, he turned to Kuangzheng: "Boss Bao's elder brother is also here, so he won't pick on me!"

The people at the table laughed, Han Wenshan stood up amidst the laughter, and raised his glass solemnly, "Today is to clean up the dust for Ruyizhou, I drank the first three cups, I wish all of you in Ruyizhou -- peace, prosperity, and spring. !"

As soon as he stood up, everyone stood up, and Baochan poured wine for him himself. He was afraid that he would have too much, so he wanted to pour less. Knocking on the cup: "Xiao Nian'er is coming soon, I'm waiting for your box-sealing scene!"

As soon as the words "sealing the box" came out, everyone was very excited and couldn't wait to ask the play code. The fanaticism was like a group of old fans chasing stars. Kuang Zheng glanced at Bao Chan's reddish face, inevitably a little jealous.

"The drama is set, but I will announce it on the same day when I am young," Baozhan said, standing up with a cup in his hand, "Dear friends and close friends, thank you for your love for Ruyizhou and enthusiasm for Peking Opera art. I have nothing to say , follow Brother Han's example, three glasses of wine, I wish everyone here—Prosperity is like the morning sun rising from the clouds, and wealth is like the spring tide bringing rain!"

He raised his head, finished it, and then poured a second glass. His "old fans" quit, fearing that he would hurt his throat, and rushed to share the little wine he had left. Small glasses, from left to right The right wheel makes a circle, each person takes a little bit, and everyone is covered with rain and dew.

During this time, Han Wenshan had a call, and he answered it in a low voice: "Mr. Lan... now, okay, I'm at the Chosun Hotel next to Cuixi Huadu, come here."

The phone was hung up, and someone at the table said: "Our atmosphere is really incomparable with other places."

"That's right, Lao Han, our Beijing opera circle is much more particular than those circles of red wine, antiques, and bridge."

Han Wenshan nodded: "Things of a feather flock together, and people are divided into groups."

"Old Han is right on point. Boss Bao's character is upright, and the show is upright. We are willing to spend money to listen to art, and let those gangsters spend money to fry Lafite!"

There was another burst of laughter at the table, and in view of the relaxed atmosphere, Han Wenshan proposed: "Boss Bao, have you ever thought about starting a club?"

"Club?" Baochan was unfamiliar with this concept.

"It's about turning Ruyi Island into a membership system," Han Wenshan pointed out the way forward step by step, "You guys make a set of regulations, and everyone pays the membership fee according to the regulations. Let your brother do it for cards, badge gift boxes, etc. Rewards other than membership fees depend on the individual wishes of the members."

No matter what personal wishes, these bosses have never hesitated to spend money on Ruyizhou, which is equivalent to charging an additional annual fee on top of the existing tickets.

"Okay, okay," but according to this, Ruyizhou was completely chained by the rich, which ran counter to Baochan's idea, "Brother Han..."

"Bao Chan," Kuang Zheng knew what he was going to say, and interrupted him in time, "I agree with Mr. Han, the membership system can strengthen the cohesion of the troupe, and over time, make Ruyi Island a luxury brand."

Luxury brand?Kuangzheng's words are very important to Baochan, but he still doesn't agree that Ruyizhou does rely on money to survive, but pure money is by no means his original intention.

"Brother, after the establishment of the club," the last thing Baochan wants is to turn Ruyi Island into a castle in the air, "Can people who are not members still come to the theater?"

"You can come," Kuang Zheng nodded, "but you can't just come casually. He must have a certain social status and be recommended by several members to be eligible to sit in your auditorium."

Bao Chan was stunned, he had sung for ten years, no matter grass troupe or professional troupe, he had only seen the audience choose actors, never heard of actors choosing audience.

Kuang Zheng looked at him and said seriously: "It's time for Ruyi Island."

He refers to hard indicators such as the number of performances, customer stickiness, and weekly turnover, but Baozhan doesn't understand. In his opinion, audiences come to join in the show, so how can there be any reason to drive the fans out?

While hesitating, the door of the private room was pushed open, and a woman in her 40s came in, with neat short hair, and went straight to Han Wenshan: "Mr. Han, you let me find it easy!"

It should be the person on the phone just now, Baochan casually glanced at it, and was stunned.

They met once, on the pedestrian street behind Ruyizhou, when Baochan was at a loss with a stack of leaflets, while she was sitting on a coffee seat with a canopy, smoking a cigarette leisurely.

"Mr. Han, I've got the schedule for you. You can find the company to do the endorsement-related data yourself. I don't care about it." She took out two pages of information to Han Wenshan, feeling that Baochan was staring at her, looked up, and I didn't recognize it, and I took another look, showing a surprised look.

"Come, come, sit," Han Wenshan introduced to everyone, "Mr. Lan of Yangyang Entertainment, half of the traffic stars you see on your mobile phone are her people."

Kuangzheng got a call just in time, so he got up to give her a seat, Lan Tian sat down in his seat, and said mockingly, "I'm a human trafficker, so it's not worth mentioning."

"You're selling beauties." Han Wenshan changed to a new glass and poured wine for her, "Boss Lan, you're too modest."

Yangyang Entertainment, a fairly well-known entertainment company in China, started out as a star agent, and has in-depth cooperation with major video platforms. He is the number two person in the head office.

"It's not that I'm modest," Lan Tian held up his cup, "Mr. Han, I heard that you appreciate Peking opera, and I can't compare to the Chinese quintessence in singing and dancing in my adolescence."

As she said that, she drank it in one gulp, more happily than a man.

Han Wenshan likes her character: "Peking opera was a popular song 100 years ago. In the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, there were no less fan dramas where people took off their clothes and played tricks than serious dramas. It's just that the waves wash away the sand, and the ones left are all high-quality goods."

"That's right," Lan Tian said with a bit of a masculine personality, speaking harshly, "We also want to make high-quality goods now, and strive to release one or two realistic movies in the next year or two, but to be honest, Mr. Han, the entertainment business is still mainstream. Add dog blood, no one will watch things with too high taste."

She dared to speak, Baochan couldn't remember the details of her acquaintance, but she said that she wanted to pack Ruyizhou and asked him to go home. At that time, Baochan was innocent, but now that I think about it, it's thanks to my senior brother who stopped him.

There are thousands of roads in this world, and if you don't pay attention, you will make mistakes.

"What we do in entertainment is to package vulgar ones into elegant ones. It's easy," Lan Tian played with an empty wine glass, "The hard part is to make elegant ones into vulgar ones. For example, the Beijing opera you like, Mr. Han. It’s the ability to join the Peking opera singers and make them into a national quintessence troupe.”

Peking Opera... Tiantuan?Baozhan never pursues stars, and doesn’t understand traffic, data, and fan economy, but Lan Tian’s words revealed to him a message, that is, Beijing opera can also gain exposure through the operation of a brokerage company.

Outside the door, Kuangzheng received a call from Duan Xiaojun. It was past eleven o'clock, and the boy was still working overtime on the 57th floor of Wanrong: "Boss, Fang Chengcheng's acquisition of Wanqing Pharmaceuticals is going to be the second round of bidding."

So fast?Kuang Zheng was surprised. At that time, Fang Chengcheng wanted to acquire a pharmaceutical company, and Kuang Zheng gave him Bai Yinwu's phone number. It seems that Duan Xiaojun was in charge of the case.

"This Fang Chengcheng..." Duan Xiaojun asked, "Is it your client?"

Kuang Zheng heard the concern in his tone: "What's wrong?"

There was a moment of silence on the phone, "The premium is too high," Duan Xiaojun lowered his voice, "Fang Chengcheng still insists on doing the premium of 397.26%."

Kuang Zheng was stunned, no wonder the case progressed so fast, this is a fucking fool!

"Wan Qing and we can both make a lot of money," there was a snap on the phone, and it was a lighter, "but you introduced him, so I can't just watch him cheat me."

Duan Xiaojun also started smoking. Kuangzheng was not surprised. The intensity and pressure of the M&A work would not last a day without cigarettes: "Help me slow down, just for a day or two."

"Okay, I'm not in a good position to say anything, you can persuade him," Duan Xiaojun's voice was exhausted, "A premium of 150 to 200 is normal, and a premium of nearly 400 to get 72% of the shares, he is too anxious."

Hanging up the phone, Kuang Zheng thought back to Duan Xiaojun a few months ago, when he messed up the Qianxi case because of a valuation that did not calculate the premium.Now he can not only accurately judge the premium, but also know how to jump out of the data to analyze the customer's psychology, Kuang Zheng smiled happily, this kid has matured.