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At ten o'clock in the morning, Kuang Zheng watched the mobile phone step into the gate of Wanrong Zhenhui. The overall market was in a downturn, and the stock surnamed Kang had been falling slightly. The receptionist greeted him: "Boss, someone is looking for you."

"Huh?" Kuang Zheng put away the phone and put one hand in his pocket.

"Your former colleague, please go upstairs, 204."

Kuang Zheng nodded and took the stairs to the second floor. It should be Duan Xiaojun. They talked over the phone and Fang Chengcheng was eager to buy Wanqing Pharmaceutical. The premium was very unreasonable.

He pushed open the door of 204, with a casual tone: "Why did you come here directly, didn't you mean..."

It was not Duan Xiaojun in the room.

Kuang Zheng was stunned, turned a face on the sofa, very white, men rarely have such bluish white, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, his eyelashes moved behind the lenses, and he opened his lips: "Kuang Zheng."

"Da... Cheng?"

Wang Youcheng, Human Resources Manager of Wanrong Investment Banking Department, also works on behalf of Shan... that.

Kuang Zheng turned around and took off his coat, hanging it on the hanger, his face was very cold.Daishan is his deadly enemy, even though both of them left Wanrong West Tower and went their own way, he still loathes that guy.

And Wang Youcheng is the person behind Daishan, he is the one who guides Daishan, and uses a bullshit executive vice president position to play Kuangzheng to Wanrong Zhenhui.

Under the coat is a superb silver-gray suit, made of special fabrics, with a coquettish lotus color when he turns around. The perfume is still musky tundra, like a piece of ice in the winter sun, fierce and powerful.

Kuang Zheng unbuttoned his suit and sat down opposite Wang Youcheng.

Wang Youcheng's complexion was very bad, but he smiled: "You are getting more and more handsome."

Kuang Zheng smiled, "Do you like this style?"

This was stabbing him, stabbing his relationship with Daishan. Wang Youcheng supported his temples with his slender fingers, rolled up his eyelashes, and his aura was not weak: "I like people who are shorter than me."

Kuang Zheng leaned against the back of the sofa and raised his eyebrows.

Two jokes with guns and sticks, the atmosphere relaxed, Kuangzheng took out a cigarette, handed one to him, each used his own lighter, two pops, two clouds of smoke rose from each other.

Through the smoke, Wang Youcheng asked, "Do you have any extra seats here?"

Kuang Zheng understood what he meant, but pretended not to understand.

"I want to find a place to stay."

Kuang Zheng smiled: "Don't be kidding, you are the most familiar with the heads above."

"I can't stay any longer," Wang Youcheng put his hands on the edge of the table. He was used to pinching cigarettes with his middle and ring fingers, and he looked a little nervous. "Hurry up, probably kick me to some branch."

The word "kick" is really sympathetic, but he has no sympathy: "It can't be, this kind of personal orientation..."

"Investment banking," Wang Youcheng interrupted him, "is a patriarchal world, and patriarchy is particularly intolerant of such things."

Kuang Zheng did not deny it.

"You are not our kind," Wang Youcheng said, "You don't understand."

No, he was wrong, Kuangzheng was just like them, he changed his tone of gossip, and pushed the topic away: "Why did you fall in love with Daishan?"

Wang Youcheng held a cigarette between his fingers, scratched his lips with his thumb, and smiled bleakly: "Maybe it's because his butt is sticking out?"

Is Daishan's butt up?Kuang Zheng frowned, he didn't have any memories, he only remembered the greasy head, bad taste and the face of a villain, at this moment Wang Youcheng sighed: "It's not the first time for him."

He was referring to the number of times he stole food. It was no surprise that everyone in the capital market department loved to play.

"It's so fucking..." Wang Youcheng's smile faded, and he had a terribly hurt expression, "I did this and that for him like an idiot. Ten years ago, I ended up like this."

Ten years, that was when they first arrived at the company, they were together.Kuang Zheng stared at the pale face in front of him, Wang Youcheng was not only interested in Daishan's upturned butt, he had used his true feelings: "The branch is also good."

"If I go to the branch, I will lose my job," Wang Youcheng said bluntly, "It's better to be with you."

Kuang Zheng didn't mince words with him: "You know my relationship with Dai Shan."

Wang Youcheng asserted: "I know you better."

"Don't tell me something nice," Kuang Zheng crushed out the cigarette. He also knew Wang Youcheng's slick skills. Wanrong Zhenhui has always been short of a relatively experienced account manager.

Wang Youcheng was very happy: "As long as I don't have to be pointed at the spine in the mud of the branch until I retire, I am willing to start from scratch."

Kuangzheng didn't express his opinion right away, and his fingers seemed to be tapped on the table. Although Wang Youcheng was a good person, in the past, whenever he had something to do, he never talked to him. He was a buddy: "Salary, I guarantee the level of your department head, but the position , it’s just an account manager, you have middle management above you.”

Wang Youcheng pursed his lips: "No problem, I will..."

Kuang Zheng raised his hand to interrupt him: "I'm going to ask Lao Bai for someone." In this situation, it was too embarrassing for him to ask for a transfer. "I will also say hello to the head office, wait for the notice."

Wang Youcheng's eye sockets were reddish after the smoke, Kuang Zheng looked indifferent, but all the details were considered for him.

"Why," Kuang Zheng raised his chin, "moved?"

"No." Wang Youcheng turned his eyes away, "Smoky."

Kuang Zheng snorted and dialed Duan Zhao's number: "Jin Dao, come up, 204."

Putting down the phone, he said to Wang Youcheng: "My deputy, surnamed Duan, is young and has a bad temper. You follow him."

This means that it is very clear that it is not easy to be a small account manager, but in the current situation, Wang Youcheng is not qualified to be picky.

"Dacheng," Kuang Zheng assured him, "No one dares to say a word about you here."

Wang Youcheng raised his head suddenly and looked at him unexpectedly. At this moment, someone knocked on the door, and a 25-year-old young man came in, wearing a rare and good suit, exquisite and sharp.

"Golden Knife," Kuang Zheng got up and introduced to him, "Wang Youcheng, the new account manager, you take it yourself."

For a moment, Duan Zhao's expression was indescribable, first he glared at Wang Youcheng like a poisonous snake, then cast his eyes on Kuang Zheng's face, his mouth was sullen, and he didn't speak.

Wang Youcheng has worked in HR for so many years, saw the atmosphere, said hello, and left with interest.As soon as the door of the VIP room was closed, Duan Zhao asked, "Am I not doing well enough? Can you find an old fried dough stick?"

Kuang Zheng didn't answer directly, but said: "You should learn to be a boss."

Duan Zhao immediately replied, "I have someone under my command."

Seventeen or eighteen poor account managers, Kuang Zheng smiled: "You can only understand someone at Wang Youcheng's level after you have brought them in once."

Duan Zhao was disdainful: "I don't need to understand more about the account manager."

"Golden Knife," Kuang Zheng said solemnly, "What Wanrong Zhenhui needs now is not only an account manager with outstanding performance, but also a vice president who can make a difference."

Duan Zhao was stunned. At this moment, an internal call came in from the desk. Kuangzheng pressed the speakerphone. The crisp voice of the reception lady rang out in the small soundproof room: "Boss, Mr. Tong is here, on the first floor."

Wanrong Zhenhui has only one customer surnamed Tong, Fatty Tong. Kuangzheng took off his coat from the hanger and said as he walked out, "Jindao, don't be jealous like a woman."

These words stimulated Duan Zhao, and his roar came from the slowly closed door: "Women compete for the man's favor, and subordinates compete for the boss's favor, it's only right and proper!"

This guy, Kuangzheng picked out his ears, was spoiled by him.

He walked up the stairs to the first floor, and saw Fatty Tong at the front desk. He was not alone, and there was a guy next to him, wearing an unremarkable black suit and a down jacket of the same color. At first glance, he looked like a salesman of a real estate agency.

Hey, Kuang Zheng smiled, it's really a narrow road to enemies.

He walked over, and after a few steps, he heard Fatty Tong's loud voice: "Don't mention G&S! Your heart is higher than the sky, and your destiny is thinner than paper. Do you understand that the hottest private bank is right in front of your eyes..."

"Brother Tong," Kuang Zheng raised his voice intentionally, "Long time no see!"

Fatty Tong turned around, revealing Tan Kusheng's gloomy face behind him. In a blink of an eye, Kuang Zheng was satisfied to see his suddenly widening eyes and rapidly flushed cheekbones.

"Brother!" Fatty Tong was still enthusiastic and forthright. He grabbed Kuang Zheng's hand and half turned around, "I'll introduce you to a kid..."

Before he finished speaking, Tan Kusheng seemed to have been greatly wronged, gritted his teeth with a dark face, lifted his torn down jacket, turned around, and rushed out of the gate of Wanrong Zhenhui with the wind.

Kuang Zheng really didn't expect it, he thought that he was refuted by this kid last time, and this time he should get it back, but he didn't expect that he would play tricks a second time and leave him on the spot again.

"Hey, I'll go!" Fatty Tong patted the meat on his stomach in embarrassment, and explained to Kuangzheng, "This group of artists, I was introduced by the circle, and begged me to help find a private bank. Come on, he is still so angry!"

Kuang Zheng couldn't laugh or cry: "An artist?"

"Wow," Fatty Tong curled his lips, "I painted it upside down."

Kuang Zheng still remembered the information on Tan Kusheng's business card, Kuang Ranxia Art Consulting Company: "Art broker."

"Bullshit broker," Fatty Tong wrinkled his steamed bun face, "I don't know where I found a poor painter, registered a leather bag company, and rented a [-]-square-meter studio on Xiaodun Street. Just say that I am a manager, but in fact I can't even eat!"

The [-]-square-meter studio is still rented. No wonder the person from G&S called him a "small workshop". Kuang Zheng shook his head. This scale is not even considered a small workshop.