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Kuang Zheng was eating porridge while watching the news on his mobile phone. Suddenly, Bai Yinwu called. The ringtone was not loud, but it sounded particularly harsh in the empty villa. He cursed and answered quickly.

"Hello!" He whispered, looking towards the stairs, "What are you doing, call early in the morning!"

"Yo," Bai Yinwu said teasingly, "Which woman's bed are you in?"

"Get out!" Kuang Zheng continued to eat his porridge.

"Girlfriend?" Bai Yinwu asked again.

"No."

"It's not that you act cowardly and don't dare to show it." Bai Yin hurt him in the afternoon, "What's that voice, do you want to eat porridge? Don't you skip breakfast?"

Shredded chicken porridge tastes good, Kuang Zheng took a big mouthful: "Eat it now."

"Oh——" Bai Yinwu drew the tone, "We slept together until morning, and even made porridge for you, are you distracted?"

Kuangzheng couldn't stand him: "Don't talk nonsense about whether it's okay, I told you no, I'm just a neighbor."

Bai Yinwu chuckled: "I want a beautiful neighbor, too."

Kuang Zheng threw down the spoon: "Men."

The other end of the phone fell silent, and then said: "Isn't it you, has your taste changed so much?"

Kuang Zheng said to him very seriously and responsibly: "Get lost."

Bai Yinwu stopped joking with him, and said seriously: "Come here quickly, I have something to tell you."

The phone was disconnected, Kuangzheng took a sip of soda water, put the porridge bowl in the sink, and muttered as he walked out: "There is a lot of nonsense to talk about!"

He drove to the company and went up to the 62nd floor. Bai Yinwu was waiting for him in the managing director's office. He brought some red wine early in the morning, and there was a purple-red liquid in the huge branch-shaped decanter.

"Have a drink?" He asked Kuangzheng.

Kuang Zheng waved his hand and sat down on the small sofa. Today he was wearing a black suit, a slim fit, with exquisite shoulders, waistline and collar shape, and a silver-gray silk tie. He tilted his head, showing a domineering side .

Bai Yinwu whistled: "You boy, you are so handsome that you shine!"

"Come on," Kuang Zheng knew he was handsome, "talk about something."

Bai Yinwu sat down opposite him: "There is a big case..."

"Let me guess," Kuang Zheng interrupted him, raising his legs, "Millennium Airlines?"

Bai Yinwu was stunned.

"Dong Daxing has only one son, and he died of a drug overdose," Kuangzheng shrugged. "He has no brothers, only a younger sister. There is no one named Dong in the second generation. Who will he pass on such a large estate?"

Selling for cash is almost inevitable.

"When did you know?" Bai Yinwu was curious.

"One day earlier than you," Kuang Zheng said frankly, "the preliminary work is already done, just waiting for you to find me."

Doing their job, one day earlier, can determine life and death.

Bai Yinwu took a sip of his wine and squinted at him: "You are so motivated..." He said, "You are the executive vice president."

Kuang Zheng tilted his head, noncommittal: "I'm not the only one on the base," he leaned forward, "Is Dai Shan not moving?"

"He's not from my way," Bai Yinwu swayed his glass, "Of course I support you."

Speaking of Daishan, the last time the two of them talked harshly, but there was no movement for such a long time, Kuangzheng felt weird.

"Millennium is the leading enterprise of private aviation," Bai Yinwu said, "Fusion is the most important project of the head office this year. If you do these two well, I will go up to protect you as the executive vice president."

Understood, Kuangzheng got up and ordered a glass of wine from Bai Yinwu. The aroma was overwhelming, and there were lasting tears. It was a fine Burgundy wine that was more than ten years old, and he drank it all in one gulp.

After coming down from the 62nd floor, he called Wang Youcheng from Human Resources, and cut straight to the point: "Dacheng, do you know anyone in Millennium Airlines?"

"I'm familiar with their HR," Wang Youcheng replied intriguingly, "but the senior management, especially the board of directors, I have nothing to say."

It was Millennium's directors and executives who Kuangzheng offered to make an offer. Wang Youcheng was able to quickly grasp his meaning, which showed that he had known about Dong Daxing's son for a long time, and also guessed that Kuangzheng was going to make a move.

"However, I know Mr. Liu from One Second Public Relations. The sudden death in the Millennium Passenger Terminal in 16 was the crisis public relations they did. It should be able to handle it," Wang Youcheng said, "You wait for my call."

"Thanks, buddy."

"Small idea."

Putting down the phone, Kuang Zheng went to his office on the 57th floor, took off his suit and turned on the air conditioner. He had just turned on the computer and the desktop hadn't finished loading when Wang Youcheng called: "Lao Kuang, the secretary of Wu Guorui, the director and chief financial officer of Millennium, surnamed Wang , eight o'clock in the evening, Grand Hyatt room 2915."

This speed shows that the other party is also eager to contact the investment bank. Kuangzheng looked at the Millennium folder that had been created on the desktop: "Understood, I will treat you to dinner another day."

During the day, Kuangzheng was preparing relevant documents, including Duan Xiaojun's "Potential Buyer List", deleted the content of Millennium from it, and added simple financial analysis. At 29 o'clock in the evening, he appeared on the [-]th floor of the Grand Hyatt on time.

Secretary Wang is a fat middle-aged man who is very enthusiastic about Kuangzheng. He reflects the attitude of the Millennium executives. This attitude is easy to understand. In a company with a market value of tens of billions, Dong Daxing died of his son when he was old. I don't want to do it anymore, but the executives still want to do it, and even hope that the company will earn more and do better after the company changes hands.

In other words, when it comes to the sale of the company, what Dong Daxing cares about is how much money he can get from cashing out, while the executives care about who is buying Millennium, and what is the development potential in the next five or even ten years.

The two parties had a pleasant conversation. Judging from Secretary Wang's words, Kuang Zheng judged that Wanrong was the first and only investment bank to contact them. The first time they met, they only chatted for three hours before shaking hands and saying goodbye.

Kuangzheng returned to Wanrong. It was just after eleven o'clock. His people didn't know about the Millennium. They were preparing materials for fusion. At eleven thirty-five, Clemen made his last routine inspection and found the The net present value is different from what was given to the buyer before: "Xiaodong, what capital cost is used to calculate this NPV, why is it so big!"

One sentence stirred up waves, and the entire project team came over. Xiaodong was the guy who high-fived Duan Xiaojun before, and immediately opened Excel. As soon as he moved the mouse to the position, suddenly, the entire office area was dark.

"Damn it's a power outage at this time!" Everyone complained.

Five seconds later, the emergency power was turned on, Xiaodong restarted the machine, but this time the desktop was not displayed yet, and the power went off again.

"What's going on!" Clemen panicked, "Why is the emergency power gone!"

Five seconds, ten seconds, two minutes passed, and there was still no call. "Is it... the emergency power failure?"

At twelve o'clock, the fused data must enter the data room. Duan Xiaojun recalled his first day at M&A, and Kuangzheng told him: Every mistake made by the analyst is money.

He quickly asked the people around him: "What is NPV?"

"The net present value of the enterprise is the same formula as the expected internal rate of return, but it is calculated in reverse."

Duan Xiaojun frowned and raised his hand: "I can count!"

"We can calculate everything!" Clemen was anxious, very angry, "If you don't have Excel, what do you use to calculate, you can calculate by hand!"

"Yes, calculate by hand," Duan Xiaojun turned on the phone light, and started looking for a pen and paper, "I can do it."

"You can?" Clemen glared at the light of the phone screen that was gradually lighting up, "This is an acquisition transaction, not a show! Can you finish the calculation in ten minutes, and even if you can, can you guarantee that it is [-]% correct!"

"Let him try." Suddenly, a deep voice sounded from behind the crowd, it was Kuang Zheng, pointing to Xiaodong, "Go, give him light."

The first mobile phone light lit up on Duan Xiaojun's head, and then the second and third lights, he wrote vigorously under the overlapping square inches of light and shadow, and the pen tip made a rustling sound on the paper. NPV is much easier to calculate than IRR, seven After 8 minutes passed, he came up with a number.

"How sure are you?" Kuang looked down at him in the flickering phone light.

Duan Xiaojun raised his head, a little dizzy: "It's the same as the day before yesterday."

Clemen disagrees: "Boss!"

"You," Kuang Zheng patted the A4 paper with the number circled on Clemen's chest: "Use this number, find a place to change the marketing document for me." He looked at his phone, "There are still twelve minutes."

Clemen had no choice but to do it, and the gathered people gradually dispersed. No one applauded Duan Xiaojun, but in the dark, someone slapped him on the head, and he turned around, it was Zhengzheng.

The heart of Financial Street stopped beating temporarily, and the Emerald Sun across Wanrong Street was brightly lit.At three o'clock, Baozhan got off work, changed his work clothes, came out from the staff room, turned a corner, and saw a man lying on the door of the men's restroom in the corridor, and a boy wearing a baseball cap straddled him, he must have just got off work The employee, was fumbling for the wallet out of his pocket.

"Hello!" Baochan yelled, and rushed up. The guy who stole the money ran along the corridor to the staff exit without looking back, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Bao Chan turned around and came back, and there was a guest on the ground, the suit and leather shoes were expensive, the wallet was gone, the phone fell on the ground, and he was so drunk that he passed out.

"Sir," Baochan squatted beside him, patted his face lightly, "Sir?"

He was a young man with lighter hair than most people. Baochan unlocked the phone with his fingerprint, clicked on the address book, and the screen was full of foreign languages. He scrolled down, turned to L and finally found a Chinese name called "" Uncle Liang".

Baochen dialed it, and the other end quickly answered: "Sir?"

"Ah..." Baochan was speechless, "H, hello, you...youspeakChinese?"

"Hello," the other side changed into Chinese, "Who are you?"

"I'm an employee of Emerald Sun," Baochan explained, "This gentleman drank too much and his wallet was stolen, so I had to use his fingerprint to unlock the phone, are you his family, can you come pick him up? "

They said they would be there soon, asked Baochan's name and phone number, and agreed to meet at the employee exit of Emerald Sun.

Baochan stuffed the mobile phone back into the customer's pocket, and lifted him up with his arms. This guy was very tall, and the weight fell on his body. Baochan dragged and dragged him out of the shop.

When he was outside, Baochan hugged him and sat on the concrete platform of the green landscape. Seeing the wind, the man frowned, opened his eyes, and looked at Baochan from a very close distance with a pair of hazel eyes.