narrow red

One night passed, and when Kuangzheng returned to the company, he was listless.

Last night when he and Bao Chan went to bed, Kuang's mother came up, chatting and asked with a smile, "I've taken the room downstairs, where will little Bao'er sleep?"

Baochan was about to wash up, but stood there in a daze clutching a towel.

"Ah," Kuang said without changing his face and heartbeat, "he squeezed against me."

"Oh..." Kuang's mother glanced at the two-meter-wide bed, "Just a quilt?"

"Auntie, I..." Baochan wanted to say that he was going to sleep in the video room.

"Just one bed," Kuang Zheng interrupted him, "Didn't he give you his quilt?"

Kuang's mother glanced at her son, nodded, turned and left.

After this, Baochan was a little preoccupied, turned off the light and went to bed, he was lying far away, Kuang was staring at his silhouette in the dark: "Bao'er."

Baozhan didn't answer.

He walked over: "Bao'er?"

Baochan turned around and said rustlingly, "Auntie...did you find out?"

His words, as well as his tone of voice, were so humble that Kuangzheng felt distressed: "No," he hugged her into his arms, "How could she find out that we didn't do anything."

"But what she said..." Baochan struggled uncomfortably, "During dinner, and just now."

His mother is already suspicious, and Kuangzheng knows it all, but he can't let Baochan know: "She just said that, and you are afraid of this and that, so you think she means something."

Yeah?Bao Chan didn't make a sound.

"Besides, she is so old, how can she understand these things," Kuang Zheng chuckled, trying to ease Bao Chan's emotions, "Remember when you swore to me that homosexuality was all rumors, did you forget?"

Not forgetting Bao Chan, he hugged Kuang Zheng's back and relaxed.

"Don't think about it," Kuang Zheng kissed him on the forehead, which was not enough, and kissed again on the cheek, "She will be gone in two days." Then, he tilted his head and sucked Bao Chan's lips impatiently, "We still have something to do during the Spring Festival."

What he said, Baochan was very reluctant, especially when Kuang's mother came, he wanted to retreat, but Kuangzheng could feel it, rolled over and pressed on him, fingers wrapped around his fingers, and (omitted) stuck together.

"Brother!" Baochan was frightened and pushed him down.

"Shh," Kuang Zheng squirmed, softly, "It's okay."

Baochan quit: "Auntie is downstairs!"

Kuang Zheng was very forceful: "She can't hear."

Baochan was ashamed and scared, raised her foot to give him a kick, pulled the quilt and turned around, ignoring him.

"Damnit..."

Kuang Zheng cursed, and walked through the office area with a dark face.

"Boss," Duan Zhao called him, sliding the chair, "Tan Kusheng sent the painting over early in the morning. It's in your office. It hasn't been hung yet, waiting for you to have a look."

That kid moved really fast, Kuang Zheng asked, "How much did he ask for?"

"[-]," Duan Zhao shrugged, "it seems like the end of the mountain."

Kuang Zheng had no idea about oil painting, and from Duan Zhao's tone, it should be worth the money.He took the elevator up to the third floor and entered the office. There was a large picture frame facing inward against the wall. He took off his coat, turned the picture around, and then froze.

At this moment, he really felt what art is.

The painting is of the pink chicken from Polaroid. The size is two meters by three meters, which is relatively large. The chicken is pink, but when viewed from a close distance, none of the strokes are pink. Countless irrelevant color blocks are stacked on top of each other to form a picture in front of you. It was a strange visual feast. In some places, the oil was even four or five centimeters higher than the frame. Only then did he understand what Tan Kusheng meant by "beautiful texture".

The phone on the desk rang, and he pressed the speakerphone, and the voice of the reception lady came: "Boss, a Mr. He is looking for you."

Who is your last name?There is no such person among the major clients, and Kuang Zheng was about to push him away when he suddenly thought: "Are your eyes light-colored?"

The front desk lady was stunned for a moment: "Yes..." Then she asked, "Do you want to open a VIP room?"

"No," Kuang Zheng turned the painting back, "please come to my office."

"Yes, boss." The phone hung up.

He Shengjing.Kuang Zheng couldn't guess why he came, so he straightened his hair in front of the full-length mirror, and adjusted his tie and pocket square, when there was a knock on the door behind him.

"Please come in," he turned around imposingly, the door opened from the outside, and the person who followed the reception lady was the boat lord of the He family in Chiang Mai, one of the top richest men in Asia, "Mr. He, rare visitor!"

As soon as He Shengjing entered the door, he noticed the picture frame on the wall and smiled slightly: "Mr. Kuang."

Kuang Zheng poured him a cup of coffee, and across the huge boss desk, the two sat opposite each other.

They had nothing to talk about, and Kuang Zheng didn't bother to exchange pleasantries, so he cut straight to the point: "Mr. He is here, what advice do you have?"

He Shengjing smiled, with an arrogant elegance: "Do you want to listen to the truth or lies?"

Kuang Zheng raised his eyebrows.

He Shengjing raised his eyebrows with him, and two powerful auras were competing here.

"What's the lie?" Kuang Zhengchun was curious.

He Shengjing clasped his fingers in front of him: "I'm interested in art investment, and I'm not familiar with the Chinese market, so I'm here to ask if there is any good art consulting company to recommend."

Kuang Zheng was stunned. No one knew about Wanrong Zhenhui's secret deployment of the high-end art market, so he had to ask, "What's the truth?"

He Shengjing smiled, a little smugly: "An hour ago, Boss Bao called me."

The mystery was revealed, but Kuang Zheng was even more surprised, even a little annoyed.

With a little conversation skill, He Shengjing was satisfied to see Kuang Zheng's expression changed: "What, makes you uncomfortable?"

Kuang Zheng quickly calmed down, and after a few seconds, he returned to his smile: "He came to you because of me." Mingren didn't whisper, and he regained the rhythm of the conversation, "What's wrong with me?"

He Shengjing was quite surprised, this guy was on par with him.

"About the art services I can provide here," Kuang Zheng quickly returned to the business, since Bao Chan called, he had to seize the opportunity, "Do you want to hear the truth or lies?"

He kicked the same ball back again, He Shengjing found it interesting, it was very interesting: "Let's tell a lie first."

"I have a cutting-edge painter in my hand." Kuang Zheng leaned forward, "A dark horse, the industry has a high evaluation, mainly because of its style, which is very recognizable. It is conservatively estimated that within a year, it will increase by thirty times."

He Shengjing listened too much to the marketing rhetoric of bragging and not drafting, without even moving his brows, he said dullly: "Let's tell the truth."

"There is a poor artist," Kuang Zheng leaned back in his chair, "No one wants his paintings for 500 yuan right now. I plan to fire him up to 500 million yuan in three months."

From 500 yuan to 500 million yuan, a full [-] times, which one is the truth and which is the lie, He Shengjing is a little confused.

"Is Mr. Xiao interested in this kind of game made out of nothing?"

Kuang Zheng called him "Little Mister", obviously treating him as a potential client, and He Shengjing realized that neither he nor Baochan would do anything to their careers.

He Shengjing's blood became a little irritable: "I want to see the painting, the artist."

Kuang Zheng got up immediately, turned around the painting on the wall, and a very aggressive pink chicken came into view. He Shengjing stared straight at his eyes. After a long while, he left his seat and formally extended his hand to Kuang Zheng: "Appointment with the painter!" Good time, let Boss Bao find me."

"Leave me a call." Kuangzheng grabbed his hand, "The business is yours and mine, and it has nothing to do with Baochan."

He Shengjing agreed with his words and left a string of numbers.

He walked forward, straightened his back foot and dialed Duan Zhao's inside line, and said a few words: "Hang up the painting for me, and call Qin Kuosheng." At this moment, the phone rang, and he saw that it was Shi Kuoting, "Let him take the painter with him these two days. Come here."

Putting down the phone, he picked up the phone: "Hello, Kuoting."

"Brother Kuang!" Shi Kuoting's voice was urgent, and a baby's cry could be heard on the phone, "The boss of Zhengcai Electronics, what is that, he, he is divorced!"

Kuangzheng responded, Zhang Rong's trust divorce has been completed, and the announcement was just a few days ago. He opened the browser, and sure enough, the headlines of the major news were the news of the marriage change of the CEO of Zhengcai Electronics. Bloody hell, no scandal, not even a trace of that little wife.

"Brother Kuang, can I still get the money?" Shi Kuoting was afraid that he couldn't afford to pay such a large amount of money.

"Don't worry," Kuang Zheng said, "I know what's going on."

He knew it well... Shi Kuoting was surprised: "Did you know that he was going to get a divorce?"

Kuang Zheng did not deny it: "Kuo Ting, you trust me, I will send someone to watch over this money for you 24 hours a day."

"What's the use of staring!" Shi Kuoting couldn't hold Huo'er in his arms, "How long has it been since the Hot Wheels incident, Brother Kuang, you clearly know that there is a problem with the real lottery, why do you still invest my money in it!"

At this time, the internal phone rang again, and Kuang Zheng frowned: "I have my own judgment, Zheng Cai will survive and go better..."

Shi Kuoting didn't listen to his explanation: "Brother Kuang, take out the money for me!"

"Is Zhengcai falling now?" Kuangzheng asked someone to build the trust structure, he was confident, "Call me when it really falls."

He hung up the phone and picked up the landline: "Golden Knife."

"Tan Kusheng refused to let the artist show up," Duan Zhao said, "He is an agent after all, so it is understandable that he was too cautious before signing the contract."

"I don't understand," Kuang Zheng said decisively, "You tell him that if you don't see the painter, you can't talk about business, and," he emphasized, "not only the painter, but we also need to check his economic contract and agency agreement, all of which are useless. Let him prepare all the documents for me.”

After taking the phone call, Kuangzheng was in a bad mood, not because of Shi Kuoting, nor was it because of the bitter voice, but Baochan, the call he made to He Shengjing, they may have other contacts in private, thinking of this, he 1 Unable to sit still for a minute, he picked up his coat and went home.

When he got home, Baochan was rubbing Kuang's mother's shoulders, and Kuangzheng called him aside, turned his back to his mother, and whispered, "Give me a look at your phone."

Looking at the mobile phone is a necessary step between couples, but Kuang Zheng never asked for it, and Bao Chan immediately guessed that Mr. Xiao's affair was revealed.He took the phone over, unlocked it and handed it to Kuangzheng. Wechat and text messages were nothing but two calls in the call log. The most recent one was this morning, and then yesterday afternoon.

"I deleted them all," Baochan said in a low voice, "his...none of them are kept."

Kuang Zheng returned the phone to him: "What did he send you?"

"Painting," said Bao Chan, and glanced at Kuang's mother, "he can paint."

That's why he found Mr. Xiao, a guy who understands art, not something special.Kuangzheng softened all of a sudden, and Baochan remembered all the casual words he said at the dinner table yesterday: "What painting?"

Baochan lowered his head.

Kuang Zheng understood: "Did he draw you?"

Baochan's expression was very cramped, as if someone had forced him to put on a half-hearted hat: "It's not like you think, he just likes to play."

Kuang Zheng persisted: "What did he draw on you?"

Baochan looked over to the living room, and if she procrastinated, she was afraid that Kuang's mother would become suspicious: "Bai Niangzi."

Kuang Zheng understood, but there was nothing he could do. Baochen was beautiful and attractive, so he couldn't cover him with a glass cover to prevent him from appearing on the stage: "I can't wait to throw you wherever I want now," he said in a low voice. The voice was fierce, "I will bite you hard!"

Bao Chan's face turned red, and at this moment, Kuang's mother asked, "What are the two of you talking about secretly?" She poked her neck and looked this way, "Why is Xiao Baoer's face so red?"

"Come on," Kuang Zheng took off his suit, today is Tuesday, "I'll boil bird's nest for you."

He turned around and walked into the kitchen. Just as he turned on the stove, Shi Kuoting's WeChat message arrived, and there was only one line of text: "Zhengcai Electronics has fallen."