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It didn't take long for Kuangzheng to arrive, and it was still dark when he arrived. Baochan heard the door lock, stood up from the bed, stared at the door, his heart pounding.

The door opened, and Kuang Zheng walked in wearing a silver silk suit. When he saw Bao Chan's face, his expression changed, and he turned around and went out to look for the auxiliary police: "Didn't you say he hit someone, why did he have injuries on his face!"

Then, there was the sound of going down the stairs, and Baochan quickly followed, shouting as he ran downstairs: "Brother!"

On the first floor, Kuang Zheng was arguing with the policeman in charge: "...you said that I only paid for the beating. I am not short of this money, but what happened to the wound on his face, his temples are all blue!"

He paid?Baochan paused, eighteen thousand four, and his love, how could he repay it?

"You didn't see him beat him up, his face was covered with blood," the policeman handled the case according to the regulations, not guilty, "The facts have been verified, both parties signed and agreed, and we will complete the mediation."

"Mediation?" Kuang Zheng sneered, "You two are just friends."

The little policeman became angry: "I warn you, don't talk nonsense."

"I've always said that," Kuang Zheng didn't frighten him at all, "If something breaks the law, you should find my lawyer."

The policeman looked at him up and down and knew that he was a rich man. Seeing Baochan standing there, he shifted his target: "Okay, your friend is here to pick you up, let's go."

"What are you going to do?" Kuangzheng insisted, "He beat his grandson, I want to sue him!"

"Comrade policeman," Baochan came over and said embarrassedly, "I made a mistake, you returned the money to him, but my friend went to get the money and he still hasn't returned."

As soon as these words came out, both the policeman and Kuang Zheng were stunned, and Qiqi looked at him.

"I can't take your money anymore," Baochan touched Kuangzheng's elbow and whispered, "You want the money back."

The little policeman saw that the two of them were "infighting", and he was very excited: "Okay," he stretched out his hand to Kuangzheng, "I just gave you the receipt, give it to me, and I will refund you the money."

Kuangzheng was taken by the little policeman, very annoyed: "What receipt, it's gone."

"I just gave it to you," the policeman said loudly, "Don't say that our people's police don't give receipts when we collect money. This is a matter of principle."

The receipt is really gone. Just now, after paying the money, Kuangzheng threw the receipt into the trash can, "Don't mess with me," he pushed the treasure, not to sue anyone, "Let's go."

"I can't do that," Baochan refused to leave, "I'll take you eight thousand and four..."

"Hey, let me tell you," the little policeman asked curiously behind the workbench, "What's the relationship between you two?"

Kuang Zheng glanced at him: "Neighbor."

The little policeman swept the two of them with his eyes, shook his head, and got upright: "Why are you shaking your head?"

"You drive a luxury car," the little policeman asked him, and then asked Bao Chan, "You ride a bicycle," he spread his hands, "How could you two be neighbors?"

The little policeman was also a policeman, and his analysis was good. Kuangzheng put his arms around Baochan's shoulders: "Friend, is it alright?"

The little policeman smiled and waved his hand to them as a farewell.

The money couldn't be returned, and the people came out, so Baochan had no choice but to call Shi Kuoting and Ying Xiaonong, tell them everything was fine, and reassure them.Sit in the car, put on the seat belt to start the car, and see that the seat light on the co-pilot's side is on, and when he turns his head, he sees Bao Chan leaning his head on the back of the seat, smacking his face with both hands.

He thought he was in pain and was about to go to the hospital in gear without wearing the seat belt. At this moment, Baochan said in a rambling voice, "It's too difficult..."

Kuang stepped on the brakes.

"I really can't hold on anymore..."

Kuangzheng didn't know what was going on, but since he knew Baochan, there seemed to be a dark cloud over his head that couldn't be wiped away or blown away. It should be money, a small amount, but it forced him like this.

"I'm so tired, bro..."

"Brother", Kuangzheng's heart twitched, he wished he could hold money and put it in Baochan's hand, but he held back, with Baochan's temperament, throwing money was definitely not helping him.

He sent the man home, went back to the company to work overtime, and waited at the gate of Baochan on time the next morning. After waiting for more than half an hour, no one came out. Kuangzheng guessed that he hadn't calmed down yet and didn't bother him, so he drove away.

Baochan stayed at home like this for two days, and the bruises on his face turned yellow and faded. When Shi Kuoting and Ying Xiaonong came, they also brought Mr. Kuang. He wrote: "Have suffered, Baochu!"

How could Baochan make the old man worry, and smiled wildly: "It's all good, Mr. Kuang."

Shi Kuoting and Ying Xiaonong were at the side to chime in: "That's right, Master Kuang, look, this big house in Baochu, this living room, this sofa, how grand it is!"

Master Kuang saw that Bao'er lived well, and was really happy from the bottom of his heart: "Okay, okay, this big house is worthy of our Bao'er!"

When the old man was still there, Mr. Kuang kept calling him Bao'er. Later, Baozhan provoked the leader of Ruyizhou, and then changed his name to Baochu. Today, when he said "Bao'er", Baozhan couldn't help but get red eyes.

Shi Kuoting saw it, and led Mr. Kuang upstairs, only Baochan and Ying Xiaonong were left in the huge living room, "Xiao Nong," Baochan said, "please introduce me to a job."

"Ah?" Ying Xiaonong was caught off guard.

"Both you and senior brother have work outside, but I have been idle," Baochan lowered his head, "It won't work in the future."

"There's nothing wrong with it," Ying Xiaonong said, "We will support you."

Bao Chan shook his head: "The money owed must be paid back."

Mentioning this Ying Xiaonong made me angry, if it wasn't for that bastard surnamed Lu, how could Baochan owe [-] to a person who couldn't beat him.

"You can't do my job," Ying Xiaonong turned his brains around, and moved Shi Kuoting out, "Besides, if you go to serve tea and water, old Shi would be reluctant."

Baochan glanced at the stairs: "Don't tell him."

Ying Xiaonong couldn't stand Baochan's begging him the most, and asked for an answer: "Okay... Let me make a call. A nightclub I worked in before recruits people all the year round. Can you serve the dishes?"

"No problem," Baochan's eyes lit up, "I can go to work today!"

Not to mention Shi Kuoting, even Kuang Zheng knew that Baozhan was going to serve people in a nightclub, so he couldn’t agree, but he was not at home these two days, and the Fusion project was progressing very fast. After the first round of bidding, he was preparing for a management speech, changing The manuscript was the job of VP, he worked until midnight, when he came out of the office, the surrounding lights were all dark, only Duan Xiaojun was on, and the idiot was lying on the table and writing quickly.

"What are you doing?" Kuangzheng walked over and saw a pile of paper spread out in front of him, densely packed with calculations.

Duan Xiaojun raised his head, his eyes were rusted, and there were a few bloodshot eyes on the white of his eyes, "I'm calculating the internal rate of return."

Kuang Zheng frowned deeply: "What are you doing?"

"I heard Clemen chatting with people, saying that this will be used in bond pricing, and it will also be useful in future corporate valuations..." As he spoke, his voice became softer, obviously not confident in front of such a great master as Kuang Zheng.

The internal rate of return is not a complicated formula, but it has many terms, and all of them are divisions with exponents. "Are you stupid?" Kuang Zheng threw down such a sentence, turned his head and left.

When I came out to the elevator room, I just pressed the button when the phone rang. It was a group of cronies from the asset management department who drank and yelled amidst the loud music: "Guangzheng, come out! We are in the Emerald Sun!"

Emerald Sun is a high-end nightclub near Financial Street. Kuangzheng took his phone away and called back: "You old dogs, how old are you? You don't come home after overtime. You want to die suddenly!"

Changed to a relatively quiet place over there, covered the microphone and said: "You don't know yet, Li Datou of Huayin, he found two girls to play double-fly at Kempinski, and his wife caught him! What happened just now, his wife is now on the 52nd floor of Huayin, crying and shouting that she is about to jump off the building, so she called 110!"

Kuang Zheng couldn't hold it back, he chuckled, and cursed dirtyly: "This kid is an idiot."

"That's right, come on!" The cheery voice over there said, "It's been a long time since I've had such a bloody show, buddy opened a dozen of good wine, and I'm fucking in love with Financial Street!"

"You guys are really nothing," Kuang Zheng said, but his interest was aroused, "Wait."

After hanging up the phone, the elevator came, and he was about to take a step. He glanced back at the beam of light in the office area, and walked back.

Duan Xiaojun walked all the way to the dark, still calculating the internal rate of return, Kuang Zheng patted him on the shoulder, held the mouse and opened an Excel file on his desktop, found the IRR formula, selected a set of data, created a workspace, and confirmed .

In one second, the IRR result is displayed on the screen.

Duan Xiaojun stared blankly at the number, and then looked at what he had calculated. Kuangzheng thought he was going to beat his chest for the stupidity of the night, but he didn't expect this kid to grab his wrist and shouted excitedly: "That's right! Boss, I was right!"

Duan Xiaojun grabbed the paper at hand and showed it to Kuangzheng. Except for the number of digits reserved for the decimal point, it was the same as on the computer. Kuangzheng raised his eyebrows and gave him a hard slap on the head: "Don't wait, go home quickly."

He took the elevator down to the parking lot and drove to Emerald Sun, an open box on the second floor. There were seven or eight people, not all from Wanrong, but also from China National Bank and Dingtai Securities. Sit down on the couch.

Immediately a woman came into his arms, he hugged her, and poured the wine into the Locke glass filled with ice in front of him. He was not keen on such occasions, but people always have a circle in society.

Everyone was chatting about Li Datou, you and I said each other vividly, as if they had all observed it on the spot, and in a hurry, they revealed a lot of bad things about him in the past.Kuang Zheng was drinking and listening, when suddenly a guy from China National Bank said, "It's really eye-opening. In comparison, Dong Daxing's son from Millennium Airlines is nothing."

Kuang Zheng was right next to him and asked, "What happened to Dong Daxing's son?"

"Dead," the man curled his lips. "Drug overdose, the media didn't report it."

Kuang Zheng quickly scanned the crowd, everyone's attention was on Li Datou's scandal, no one paid attention to such a sad "little thing".

He drank the wine in his glass and looked out of the box. With just one glance, he saw a familiar figure in the booth area on the first floor, like a pine, like a crane, flashing past in a hurry.