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Early in the morning, several middle-level employees of Wanrong Zhenhui stood in the front hall together.

Huang Bailiang was in charge of the legal department. He was wearing a dark gray suit and a saffron silk tie. His eyes were downcast coldly, and he was cleaning his glasses slowly.

Beside him, Xia Ke is also well-dressed, the brooch is inlaid with diamonds, and the leather shoes are purely handmade. After all, he is in charge of the entire logistics department, and he is considered rich and powerful.

Lai Xiaoxing is much more low-key than the two of them, with simple resin glasses and fluffy curly hair. As the director of the company's middle office department, his baby face is a little immature.

"I said," Xia Ke put his elbow on Huang Bailiang's ribs, "What do you mean by sending a vice president from the headquarters?"

Huang Bailiang put on his glasses and looked at him from the side of the slender gold wire: "If you try harder, my ribs are broken."

"You're so fragile," Xia Ke yelled at him, "The last time I bumped into your arms, why didn't I hit you to death?"

Lai Xiaoxing frowned: "What are you doing in his arms?"

"Whoever hit him, I bumped into it. It rained last week..."

"Don't worry," Huang Bailiang told Lai Xiaoxing, "I don't like him."

"I still don't like you," Xia Ke snorted, "When did you have the bosom's breasts..." Speaking of Kuangzheng, he is not poor anymore, "Our situation is very good, the headquarters suddenly parachuted a vice president, don't worry What kind of moth?"

"Nine times out of ten," Wang Youcheng came up from behind, wearing a classic dark blue suit, a pure white shirt, a gold-plated tie clip, and took a puff of a cigarette between his middle finger and ring finger, "I'm afraid the person who came was not kind."

When he said that, all three fell silent.

"The surname is Feng, and my father-in-law is a director of the head office." Wang Youcheng's face was rarely pale, and his blood was gone like a fairy. "I used to work in the Hong Kong branch. I just came back last year, and now I am promoted to executive vice president."

He is in charge of personnel in Wanrong, and it is reasonable to say that Kuangzheng should hand over HR to him, but because Duan Zhao is the candidate for the vice president, and the art investment stall cannot do without him, Wang Youcheng became the director of the customer department.

"Are you so awesome?" Xia Ke was speechless, "That's not aggressive..."

Just as he was talking, Duan Zhao came out of the office, wearing a suit and narrow tie around his waist, and walked past them, Huang Bailiang stopped him: "Jindao, what are you doing?"

Duan Zhao said lazily: "Meet people, make me laugh, and make money."

"Headquarters is here, are you not here?"

"I don't care if he comes here as a man or a ghost," Duan Zhao snorted, "If you come here to make fun of the boss, I'll give him back?"

He did it on purpose. After the death of old man Duan, the three bedrooms shared the most benefits. Duan Zhao held seven or eight listed companies in his hands, so he really didn't need to give face to an executive vice president.

He walked on the front foot, straightened his back foot and came down from upstairs. He wore a black suit with an emerald collar pin, and the tie knot was arched high at his throat. He glanced at him: "Where's the golden knife?"

Before Xia Ke could make up some nonsense, Wang Youcheng replied, "He's going to match Su Jiade's fall project."

Kuang Zheng nodded and didn't say much, after a while Feng Kuan arrived, Shan Haichou brought it with him personally, and there were two small hrs who were doing business, Kuang Zheng was very personable, went up to shake hands, and turned around to introduce himself as a soldier.

His group is really good, Huang Bai is one at each end, he doesn't smile or shake hands, and he says bluntly: "Hello, Mr. Feng."

Xia Ke was even more stubborn, with his back straightened and his hands behind his back, he just nodded.

Coming to Xiaoxing didn't mean to make things difficult for others, he was naturally dumbfounded, and waved his hand weakly like a freshly graduated college student.

Feng Kuan's face turned ugly. He knew that Kuangzheng's territory was not easy to enter, but he didn't expect that even the middle management would dare to challenge him. At this moment, Wang Youcheng stretched out his hand with a cigarette in his hand, smiled gently, and omitted the word "general", Call directly: "Old Feng."

An embarrassing arrival, Huang Bailiang and the others led Feng Kuan to the meeting room on the second floor, and Kuangzheng accompanied Shan Haichou in the back, taking the small elevator alone.

"Why Feng Kuan?" Kuang Zheng asked.

Shan Haichou said coldly, "Why are there so many?"

"Feng Kuan and I have a good relationship, no one above knows this."

"Yes," Shan Haichou glanced at him, "I picked him."

Why, Kuang Zheng stared at him with a hard look.

"Because he can't handle you." Shan Haichou stroked his tie.

Kuang Zheng raised his eyebrows: "No one of you Wan Rong can beat me."

"You" Wan Rong, Shan Haichou smiled: "In terms of business, no one can beat you."

Kuang Zheng was about to speak, "It's more sinister," Shan Haichou suppressed his smile, "You're still young."

At this time the elevator arrived, and Shan Haichou stepped out: "Feng Kuan, at least he doesn't play tricks."

In the big conference room, Shan Haichou sat with Feng Kuan on one side, Kuang Zheng and his people sat on the other side, HR briefly introduced Feng Kuan's resume, and Shan Haichou began to convey the spirit of the head office.Xia Ke and the others listened boredly, and when they heard "Wanrong Zhenhui is not someone's private bank, but Wanrong's private bank", everyone changed their faces, but before they had time to react, only Wang Youcheng got up from his seat, Shaking the phone, he said, "I'll take a call."

He walked out across the house, and the screen of his mobile phone was black from beginning to end.

He clearly expressed his dissatisfaction with the head office. He used to be in the center of that power, and when he was kicked off, he was rectified to catch him, so that he would not fall on his face and his mother would not even recognize him.

After the meeting, a group of people sent Shan Haichou away, Feng Kuan was in vain, instead of going to his office, Lai complained in the Zheng room: "Brother, what the hell can I do, I am also a victim!"

Kuang was sitting opposite him, with his legs crossed.

"I've done a good job at the head office, do you think I'm willing to come?" Feng Kuan yelled, "My father-in-law is ranked sixth in Wanrong, and even if I don't do shit, I'll just lie down and become an executive vice president!"

He was right, Kuang Zheng's dissatisfaction was not directed at him.

"If it weren't for the old Dan who kept talking to me endlessly, would I be able to come to you to suffer this?"

Strange to say, Kuang Zheng suddenly remembered that when he had just made a name for himself, he had called Bai Yinwu. At that time, he said, Lao Bai, you wait for me, Wanrong Zhenhui belongs to both of us.

What did Bai Yinwu say at that time?He said, Kendrick, you are still young, and you can't see through many things.At that time, Kuang Zheng didn't believe in his evil, but now he does, he is indeed young and has not seen through this despicable world.

He kept silent, Feng Kuan panicked a little: "I can't do anything, can you do anything? Lao Bai can't do anything, he's still lying in the hospital now!"

Kuang Zheng got up from the sofa, and Feng Kuan followed him with his eyes. He took off his suit, opened the wine cabinet, took out a pair of beautiful Haibo glasses, turned around and asked, "Ballantine or Baizhou, which one do you drink?"

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Wang Youcheng's cell phone was placed on the desk, muted, but it kept vibrating, full of text messages, endless, several times a day.The sender was Daishan, and WeChat had already been blocked, so he bombarded him with text messages. Wang Youcheng was reluctant to delete the inbox full of junk messages.

"Come back to me, I'll admit your mistake."

"I kneel down for you!"

"Any word back to me, even scolding me."

"I love you."

"Back to me, back to me, back to me!"

"Call me back once?"

"Wang, you are awesome!"

"Come back to me once!"

"I'm your mother, Wang Youcheng. I've been with you for ten years, and you can just dump me if you say so!"

"Didn't I just go out to play a few times? Which one of us doesn't play? If you don't play, I have to hold back with you. Why! Let me tell you that I can't hold back, I just want to play, want to be crazy, and want to suffer. Why have I spent ten years with a person like you! I'm blind, my brain is broken, I'm fucking, I can't live without you, I don't dare anymore!"

"Wang Youcheng."

"Wang Youcheng?"

"Wang Youcheng!"

"Do you remember the Plaza del Sol, the Kilometer Zero landmark, the Grand Palais, the Church of Our Lady, Gran Via in the evening, and Via Alcala, where I lost my bag."

"I dreamed of you last night, and then I drank, took medicine, and cried like hell."

"You must have forgotten that I am a piece of shit in your eyes."

"You always say that Kuang is good, that he has taste and knows how to be a man. I hate you to mention him the most."

"I can't learn from him. The first time you kissed me, you said I was an asshole."

"You are at his place now, what's the matter, is he treating you well, does he let you c?"

"Wang Youcheng, have you seen it?"

"I have said so much, do you have a long heart!"

"Okay, you leave me alone, I'll give you face!"

"Isn't it Wanrong Zhenhui, that broken building on Yongyun Road, just wait!"

You wait, Wang Youcheng stared at those three words, he didn't want to see him, he couldn't explain why, but he also wanted to see his lover half a year ago, the love-hate entanglement of ten years ago.

"I have passed the Science Palace." Wechat continued to jump.

"Cuixi Huadu." There are also street view photos sent along.

"Changchun Street."

"Yongyun Road."

Seeing Yongyun Road, Wang Youcheng reacted, and immediately typed in the reply column: Don't come over, I'll see you at night, we'll talk.Just about to press the send button, the receptionist's crisp voice sounded: "Welcome, sir, good morning."

Wang Youcheng raised his head, and a person came in at the gate, wearing a calm black suit and no tie, with a thin layer of pomade hanging on his hair, which fell naturally.

Wang Youcheng looked at him in surprise, this person has changed, he has become what he likes, conservative, low-key, steady and decent like Kuang Zheng.

In the office area where people come and go, Daishan saw him at a glance, and came straight over, his eyes were reddish, and there was something crazy in his eyes - he has not changed, but he has changed his skin, and he is still the arrogant and vicious person in his bones .

Wang Youcheng stubbed out his cigarette, grabbed his hair and walked up. From a subtle distance, he said, "Daishan, we have nothing to say, it's over."

Daishan laughed, very rascally, and raised his chin at him: "See if you can do it?"

Wang Youcheng stared at his face, it was not a pretty face, but he had liked it for so long, Daishan with bad taste, Daishan who was keen on manipulating and gambling, endless Daishan in bed, his best ten years .

Daishan sees hope in his eyes, and there is still nostalgia there. After all, the best ten years of a person can never be forgotten...Suddenly, Wang Youcheng cast his eyes elsewhere, and Daishan turned his head angrily. Kuang Zheng and Feng Kuan are walking side by side.

Dai Shan is afraid of rectification, not because he is afraid of his status as the president of a private bank, but because he is afraid of his "straightness", fears that he is a high-ranking "heterosexual", and fears that he will make an issue out of his sexual orientation.

"President Dai?" Kuang Zheng was surprised, and his first reaction was to visit Wang Youcheng.

Wang Youcheng lowered his eyes, and his face became even whiter behind the lenses.

"Mr. Kuang," Kuang is Daishan's natural enemy, the most vulnerable part of his sensitive nerves, a hurdle that he can't get over even if he strides over and over again, "It's been a long time!"

"Long time no see," Kuang Zheng smiled, "It's so early, what's the matter with Mr. Dai?"

"Come and see you," Dai Shan glanced at Feng Kuan, "See how you're doing, and see if you've been tricked by Wan Rong again."

He knew that Dong Lou wanted to get involved in the private banking business. This kid, he was still so well-informed, "Thanks to you," Kuang Zheng turned slightly to hide Wang Youcheng behind him, "Now Wanrong Zhenhui is still named Kuang."

Dai Shan didn't expect his move. He wanted to protect Wang Youcheng, at least to take into account his dignity, "Oh?" Dai Shan narrowed his eyes with his pockets in his pockets, "It seems that I have to do it to make Mr. Kuang lie down."

Interesting, Kuang Zheng slowly brought up the corners of his mouth: "Okay, Dai Zong." His old opponent in the investment banking department, he was looking forward to it, "Wait for you to come here."