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At ten o'clock in the morning, Kuang Zheng went to the office, took off his coat and turned on the computer. Duan Zhao knocked on the door and came in.

"Boss, the quotation has been sent to your email."

"I checked on the way, no problem," Kuangzheng leaned back on the boss's chair, raised his legs, "Send a copy to Tan Kusheng for confirmation, and you can go through it again when you get back, and send it to Mr. Xiao before four o'clock in the afternoon. "

"Understood," Duan Zhao nodded, "Boss, there is one more thing."

Kuang Zheng tapped the table with his fingertips: "Say."

Duan Zhao talked about Wang Youcheng's proposal last night. Kuang Zheng was not paying attention at first, but when he listened, he was startled, and leaned forward with his eyes wide open: "It's too bad, this kid!"

This is indeed a dirty trick. The celebrity Phoenix falls from the shelf, the star always abandons her in chaos, and the two break up in a bloody storm. Any occasion where this kind of topical character meets again will arouse extreme enthusiasm from the entertainment media and people who eat melons. Top search list.

As an important venue for the reunion, the popularity of Wanrong Zhenhui Art Salon is bound to expand accordingly, becoming the most exposed private bank in history.

"I think..." Duan Zhao weighed it repeatedly, "It's feasible."

Kuangzheng didn't make a decision right away. After all, this kind of method of borrowing other people's scandals to make money for himself is unethical, but business, especially the business of rich people like them, to put it bluntly, if you don't play evil, sooner or later, those who are more evil than them The opponent swallowed all the bones and scum.

"Boss, let's look at it from another angle," Duan Zhao wanted to dispel his worries, "The media and netizens take turns to talk about it, but it's just to vent their anger on celebrities. Who should scold scumbags? Let's call it justice..."

"Golden knife," Kuang Zheng interrupted him, "It's inevitable for a man to do one or two things against his will in this society, but if he does, he has to admit it." You should know it in your heart, don't make excuses, it's not a man."

Duan Zhao tightened his lips and nodded: "I understand."

Kuang Zheng was silent for a moment, and finally decided: "Let's do it."

"Okay," Duan Zhao turned to leave, "I'll leave it to Wang Youcheng."

"Wait," Kuang Zheng raised his eyebrows, "Why, are you willing to delegate power?"

Duan Zhao's expression was unnatural: "It was originally his idea."

Kuang Zheng smiled: "That's right, the more details you put in, the more energy you have to control the overall situation." He clasped his hands on the side of the table, "The next step is to set up the framework of the artwork mortgage for me."

Duan Zhao almost vomited blood: "No way..." Ever since Kuangzheng started to engage in the art investment business, the burden on his shoulders has become heavier day by day, "Are you going to be a senior pawnshop owner?"

Kuang Zheng smiled lightly: "Is it called this name?"

"Anyway, it's not a good name," Duan Zhao disagreed. "There is no real art market in China, and it is impossible for banks to take risks to provide loans for a few calligraphy and paintings."

"We can recommend high-net-worth clients with financing intentions to overseas companies that specialize in this business," Kuang Zheng blinked, "We charge a referral fee."

Duan Zhao was dumbfounded.

"In short," Kuang Zheng has made up his mind, he will do it regardless of the profit, "our goal is to fully monopolize the domestic high-end art trading business."

Duan Zhao's hairs stood on end, his boss was too fierce, taking advantage of everything and leaving no gaps for his opponents.

"Otherwise, what's the point of creating this market if we spend so much effort?"

Yes, to do business is to see the blood and seal the throat, first plant the seeds, then block the land, and finally harvest.

"Build the market," Kuangzheng is very strong, "Cultivate the habit of the rich to invest in art. In the next five to 20 years, the art consulting industry will definitely be profitable. This is also a way for us to establish a strong bond with our customers. , Wanrong Zhenhui should establish the image of an expert in this field, and provide customers with a full range of services from art appraisal, taxation, storage to export and transportation."

What Kuang Zheng played turned out to be such a big game of chess!Duan Zhao was dumbfounded, but before his blood boiled, Kuang Zheng continued, "This business will be left to you in the future."

Duan Zhao was completely dumbfounded, at this moment Kuangzheng pointed to the door: "Go out."

He is always like this, giving people blood, but not making them excited, making his subordinates scratch their hearts and livers, wishing to smear him.

Duan Zhao went downstairs in the elevator, playing every sentence that Kuang Zheng said just now in a loop in his mind, he was so fierce, handsome, and admirable, when the elevator door opened, he looked up, and there was an unexpected man standing in front of him people.

The man was also stunned when he saw him, and the two looked at each other in surprise.

"Hey, Duan Xiaojun is here." Xia Ke passed by and greeted him.

The last time Duan Xiaojun came, Duan Zhao was not there. Kuang Zheng officially introduced him as the M&A analyst of Wanrong Investment Banking Department, his younger brother.

Duan Xiaojun didn't respond, just stared at Duan Zhao, and after a few seconds of hesitation, he passed him to get into the elevator.

"Fourth." Duan Zhao said.

Duan Xiaojun stopped, but didn't look back.

"Inside the elevator," Duan Zhao deliberately made things difficult, "please don't enter unless you have one."

Duan Xiaojun pressed the up button: "I'm looking for Kuangzheng."

"My boss," Duan Zhao turned around, "did you just look for it?"

Duan Xiaojun snorted and turned around: "When he became my boss, you didn't know where he was."

Duan Zhao challenged: "Shouldn't you just stay in the countryside and chat with old men and old ladies?"

Duan Xiaojun immediately picked up: "Shouldn't you carry a snakeskin bag and go to Europe to wholesale clothes?"

Duan Zhao satirized that Duan Xiaojun studied sociology, and Duan Xiaojun satirized Duan Zhao as a buyer in the luxury goods industry. The elevator doors opened and closed, and the two brothers fought tit for tat, neither letting the other:

"It's been a while since I've been home," Duan Xiaojun raised his chin, "Your mother misses you to death."

"I'm not like you," Duan Zhao sneered, "I'm always in front of the old man."

"I don't make much money now," Duan Xiaojun flicked the collar of his suit, "I'm doing mergers and acquisitions in Wanrong, so I don't have time."

"What a coincidence," Duan Zhao smiled, "We are in the same club."

Still calling the same person "boss", Duan Xiaojun turned around and walked into the elevator, smiling like a demonstrator, until the elevator door closed, his face darkened instantly, and he pressed hard on the third floor.

Stepping into the president's office, he threw his handbag on the sofa and sat down in front of Kuang.

"What's the matter?" Kuang Zheng wondered, "Mr. Duan?"

Duan Xiaojun drooped his head and muttered, "Come here to wish you a New Year."

"Didn't you call?" Kuang Zheng stood up and poured him coffee.

Duan Xiaojun was annoyed: "Aren't I more solemn when I come here?"

Well, Kuang Zheng didn't mess with him and put the coffee on the table.

Duan Xiaojun held the coffee cup, and the heat slowly spread to his palm. After a while, he said softly, "I'm watching Duan Zhao downstairs."

"Golden knife?" Kuang Zheng frowned, they really knew each other.

Jin Dao, who called her so affectionately, Duan Xiaojun gritted his teeth: "My father's son."

"Brothers?" Kuang Zheng was surprised, he always guessed that they were distant relatives.

"Bullshit brother," Duan Xiaojun denied, "not a mother."

"Oh," Kuang Zheng understood, the big family's grievances and resentments, brother wins over enemy, "Is the relationship bad?"

"It doesn't matter." Duan Xiaojun picked up his coffee and took a sip, "He is the third wife, and I am the fourth wife. We don't see each other once a year."

Sifang, Kuangzheng did not expect that there would be groups of three wives and four concubines among the rich in New China.

The fourth room, Duan Xiaojun's family background that can't be changed for the rest of his life: "Forget it," he got up to take his bag, "I'm leaving."

Kuang Zheng stayed with him: "It's hard to come here, let's go after drinking coffee."

Duan Xiaojun glanced back at the cup of coffee, and couldn't help but say, "Not only will I rob my father," he walked over, grabbed the cup and drank it down, "He also robbed me of my boss!"

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Bao Chan went home in Xiao Hao's car, he didn't bring anything with him when he left, he had been relying on Ying Xiao Nong's clothes for the past few days, today Sister Lan was fine, he came back to get some clothes for a change.

Opening the door and entering the house, the living room was quiet. He tiptoed up to the second floor, packed his things lightly, packed a small box in a random manner, carried it down the stairs, turned the corner, and saw Kuang's mother standing in the middle of the room.

Baochan was taken aback: "Ah, auntie..."

"Little Bao'er is back," Kuang's mother came over and saw the box in his hand, "Why don't you call me Auntie when you come back."

Baohuahua put down the box, a little embarrassed: "I... afraid to disturb your rest."

Kuang's mother stretched out her hand to hold his wrist, and said slowly, "I lost weight."

For a moment, Baochan's nose became sour, and he quickly pressed his lips together.

"Have you had lunch yet?" Kuang's mother asked.

Not yet, but Baochan was afraid that she would keep him, so he nodded indiscriminately.

"Auntie hasn't eaten yet," Kuang's mother said unexpectedly, "let's go out with Auntie to eat."

Surprised, Baochan looked at her and then at the kitchen.

"I'm the only one at home," Kuang's mother smiled wryly, "I'm too lazy to cook."

Baochan suddenly blamed herself, took off her coat and rolled up her sleeves: "Auntie, I'll make you a bite."

Kuang's mother hurriedly stopped him: "Xiao Baoer, Xiaozheng has talked a lot about you these two days." She lowered her eyes, showing no emotion, "He said that there is a roasted pigeon in loess mud that is delicious. Auntie wants to go Try it."

Baochan can feel that Kuang's mother's attitude towards him has softened. It may be the unboxing scene, or it may be Kuangzheng's daily softness and stubbornness. He dare not imagine that Kuang's mother will really accept him, but at least he sees a little hope : "Auntie," he blushed slightly, "I invite you."

"Oh, I can't ask you to invite me," Kuang's mother took his hand, "Auntie please!" As she said, she pushed Baochan's suitcase to the corner and refused to let him take it.

Maybach was waiting outside the door, and Baochan helped her into the car. The atmosphere on the road was still a little awkward. After all, there were outsiders around, so it was inconvenient for Kuang's mother to talk a lot.At the entrance of Shimao Pedestrian Street, Xiao Hao put them down and turned around to find the parking lot. Baochan and Kuang's mother walked slowly along the long street arm in arm.

"The weather is nice." Kuang's mother said.

"It's spring." Baochen replied.

"The weather is nice in spring," Kuang's mother said again.

"Yes, it's getting warmer."

Meaningless conversation, they are all trying to get close to each other, Baochan casually looks across the road, sitting in front of the cold drink shop is a pair of boys who skipped class, wearing the same blue school uniform, dirty schoolbags are thrown at the feet, hands and hands are locked Hold together and share a rainbow lollipop.

In the past, Baochan would think they were strange, but now, he clearly knows what their relationship is, and he can't help but be shocked, shocked that they are still so young, they dare to be themselves so unscrupulously on the street where people come and go.