narrow red

After lunch, Baozhan strolled to Chosun Restaurant, instead of going through the main entrance, he went around the small alley at the back and walked through the staff passage to enter the back kitchen.

The ones serving at the front are beautiful North Korean girls, and the ones working behind are all Chinese, wearing uniform white overalls, busy among chicken heads, duck feet and vegetable leaves.

Baochan was dressed in a casual suit and didn't wear any gems, but he still didn't fit in with the people here.When they saw him, they walked around in a daze. No one recognized him as the owner of the opposite theater, and no one knew that he was a star on the cusp of the storm a few weeks ago.They don't care about everything, except wages, game rankings, and the small objects that work on the pedestrian street.

Suddenly, Baochan heard someone yelling: "...Stop talking nonsense, you fucking deserve a beating!"

"Come! Come here! Hit me here!"

The voice was very familiar, not very high, but transparent, like a small bell, with a metallic sound, he followed the sound, and saw the person he was looking for in the corner next to the cold storage.

The kid was surrounded by four or five people, not as tall as him, but very strong, holding him tightly, shaking his fists and shouting: "Repay the money! Fucking 3 yuan, I've been urging you for almost a year!"

"Fuck, I haven't paid it back!" The man stretched his neck, "I give you two thousand for a month, what's the matter!"

"Your mother gave you five cents! Two thousand is enough to fuck your mother!"

"Your mother forced my mouth to clean up for me!"

Bao Chan frowned, regretting that good voice.

"That's all, or you'll kill me!"

"Two thousand and five!"

"two thousand!"

"Two thousand and two!"

"two thousand!"

In the end, the group gave him two punches, cursed and left. Such a fierce person was quiet when he passed by Baochan. They could tell that he was a rich man, money was harder than fists, and they behaved like sheep.

After a distance, Baochan asked, "Are you all right?"

The man raised his head, his hair was extremely short, showing sharp facial features, his eyebrows were thick and black, and so were his eyes, but his eyes were like a fire, burning with anger or rebellion.

He recognized Bao Chan, and cast aside his unruly eyes.

"What's your name?" Bao Chan asked.

The man rubbed his beaten stomach, wilting like a boneless body, and responded.

"You sang at my place."

"Sing, what's the matter!" He suddenly became fierce, "I didn't take anything! I didn't touch your things! I just stepped on the table twice, what do you want!"

Baochan didn't want anything, he only had good intentions: "Then why are you running?"

"I..." The man was dumb, and he didn't know what he was running for. He was probably used to it.

"How old are you?" Baochan approached him.

The boy frowned from beginning to end, hesitating for a while: "Seventeen."

Baochan looked at his fingers, there were many wounds on them, but the nails were clean: "Why don't you go to school?"

"Fuck," the man laughed, "what's the use of learning."

Baochan was touched by this sentence. When Shi Kuoting wanted to pay his tuition fee, he said the same thing. At that time, what he thought in his heart was that he was not qualified to go to school, and he should go to work, earn money, and eat.

So Baochan asked, "Do you want to learn opera?"

The man's eyes suddenly lit up, only for a moment, and then quickly went out: "Give me the money?"

Baochan answered clearly, "No."

"Then don't do it." The boy turned around, picked up a basket of kicked vegetables, and left.

Baochan didn't call him anymore, turned around and went out, met a garbage dumper on the way, and found out the boy's name, his surname was Huo, and his name was Huo Bandit, a bandit's bandit.

Back at Ruyi Island, Baochan ran into Miss Hong at the door, she came to practice, and his son sat in the frame of the electric car, shaking his little hand at Baochan.

He helped her hold the child, the two went upstairs together, chatted a few words about "Mu Kezhai", Baochan went back to the house, and she teased her son to find Shi Kuoting.

As soon as they entered the room, Ying Xiaonong was there, sitting on the sofa at the door and playing with Xiaobao's fingers, Shi Kuoting was behind the desk, with a suit jacket on the back of the chair, facing the computer, calculating the foundation's expenditure.

"Kuoting." Sister Hong walked up.

"Here." Shi Kuoting replied without taking his eyes off the screen.

Sister Hong smiled and asked, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Ah?" Shi Kuoting followed suit, pointing at Ying Xiaonong, "I hang out with him every day, where is my girlfriend?"

Ying Xiaonong ignored him and snorted.

Sister Hong leaned against the table: "Sister, introduce one to you?"

Before Shi Kuoting could respond, Ying Xiaonong raised his eyes, staring at the two of them brightly.

"That's good." Shi Kuoting filled in the last number into excel, and clicked to save.

"It's the daughter of my husband and the leader of his work unit," Sister Hong is a warm-hearted person. The people in the theater troupe are all big and young, so I will keep an eye out for them if there is a suitable one. "26, a Chinese dancer, very beautiful, 1.7 meters three, I I've met him twice, he's cheerful and... Hey, did you listen to me?"

"Listen, listen." Shi Kuoting marked the date and turned off the computer.

"He's quite capable. He opened an online store and even did live broadcasts." Sister Hong handed him her son and took out her phone. "I have photos here. Take a look."

Shi Kuoting hugged the child, and looked at her mobile phone, she was indeed beautiful, with long hair, black and undyed, with a small mole on the corner of her mouth, and her smile was very seductive.He was about to boast, when there was a bang, Ying Xiaonong kicked the chair by his feet, hit the wall, and fell across the middle of the room.

Sister Hong was taken aback, Shi Kuoting hurriedly covered the child's ears: "Ying Xiaonon, why are you crazy!"

Xiaobao was frightened, her little face wrinkled into a ball, Ying Xiaonong stood up, turned her back to Shi Kuoting and hugged her tightly, without saying a word.

The atmosphere was very tense, Shi Kuoting turned to Sister Hong, and said just now: "I haven't studied much."

"Ah..." Sister Hong glanced at Ying Xiaonong, "She doesn't have a high degree of education, besides, your financial conditions are here."

Ying Xiaonong suddenly interjected, with a strong tone: "What about Xiaobao, what should I do!"

Miss Hong was stunned.

"I didn't say you took gunpowder today," Shi Kuoting's voice rose, "You wait for Sister Hong to finish talking!"

Sister Hong had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "I asked sideways, she doesn't care, and it's not her own..."

"Oh," Ying Xiaonong sneered, "It's nice to say, I don't care now, after we get married and have children, what has become of our little treasure?" He turned around and gave Shi Kuoting a hard look, "Where there is a stepmother, there is a stepfather."

"No, what's the matter with you," Shi Kuoting didn't know why he lost his temper, "I can't find a wife yet?"

Ying Xiaonong didn't say no: "Think about Xiaobao first!"

"What's the matter, Xiaobao is my child alone," Shi Kuoting choked on him, "You are not his father!"

Ying Xiaonong also got excited: "You find a wife to be happy and happy, and throw the child to me, why!"

"You look for it too, Xiaobao, let's take it with you two"

"I'm not like you," Ying Xiaonong said, "I'm not looking for it!"

Sister Hong figured it out, what was Ying Xiaonong's awkwardness, they had been arguing for a long time, and the two of them had something to do.She carried the child back from Shi Kuoting's arms, and after a few hasty words of persuasion, she left.

After closing the door, only the two of them were left in the room, Shi Kuoting walked up: "Okay, ancestor?"

Ying Xiaonong coaxed Xiaobao and ignored him.

"You said that someone came with good intentions, and you have the nerve to refute him with a cold face? Find an excuse and push it away."

Ying Xiaonong drooped her eyelids, her stomach was full of displeasure, she was displeased that sister Hong introduced someone to Shi Kuoting, displeased when Shi Kuoting looked at other girls' photos, displeased that the two of them added a little treasure, and lived without embarrassment or embarrassment .

"Calm down," Shi Kuoting's boss, the chairman, gave him a little push up, "Ma'am?"

"Go," Ying Xiaonong finally said, "help the chair up."

Shi Kuoting obediently went to help the chair, helped him up and swept the floor with a broom, and said while tidying up the house, "I know you love Xiaobao, and I love you too. We are of the same mind."

One mind, Ying Xiao Nong said in his heart, is not one mind, what he thinks and what Shi Kuoting thinks are not the same thing at all.At this time, a hand fell from the shoulder, broad and big, "Come, let me see my daughter," Shi Kuoting scratched Xiao Bao's fat chin, and hugged her up, "This child, the longer he grows, the more he looks like you." gone."

Ying Xiaonong looked at him: "Nonsense."

"Really," Shi Kuoting held his back naturally, "That's all said, look at these eyes, they are just like yours, they are pretty."

Ying Xiaonong's anger dissipated, and for a while, he still looked a little smiling. At this moment, Shi Kuoting said, "Don't worry, I won't look for it." "You, me, Xiaobao, the three of us will live a lifetime."

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The third floor of Wanzhong Zhenhui, the president's office.

In the past two days, I have been calling Kuangzheng. They are all former colleagues in the financial street. I heard that there is a vice president here who is robbing shifts and seizing power.

Just as Kuang Zheng put down a phone call like this, Duan Xiaojun came, dressed in a handmade suit and sheepskin shoes, with his hair neatly arranged, he raised his leg and sat down at his desk.

"Please forgive me." Kuangzheng leaned against the back of the chair holding his forehead.

"Feng Kuan?" Duan Xiaojun shook his head, lit a cigarette, "That's not it."

Kuang Zheng was surprised, he raised his chin and waited for him to speak.

Duan Xiaojun is familiar with him here, went to pour a glass of wine by himself, and came back shaking the glass: "I went to a party yesterday, there were many people in the marketing department, and I heard from several people that there are big institutions buying shares in Aiyin Technology."

Aiyin Technology is under Duan Ruting's name, Kuang Zheng raised his eyebrows.

"I went back and looked. Not only Aiyin Technology, but also the companies in her hands, Aiyin Culture, Aiyin Medical, and Aiyin Real Estate, are being continuously bought by people."

Kuang Zheng sat up straight: "You mean..."

"It's just a guess," Duan Xiaojun took a sip of the wine, the old whiskey has a mellow malt aroma, "Besides, even if there is something tricky, my second child's property has nothing to do with me."

No, it doesn't matter, it's a group after all, with the word "Ai Yin" hanging on it, a father's relative, a sister and brother, with broken bones and tendons, "Leave this to me," Kuangzheng nodded on the table, "Leave me Duan Ruting's phone number."

After Duan Xiaojun left, Kuangzheng thought about it and called Du Laogui first.

"Guangzheng." It was very affectionate over there.

Kuangzheng didn't give a damn: "Brother Du."

"What's the matter, what's the matter?"

"Are you familiar with the companies under Aiyin?"

Hearing Aiyin, Old Ghost Du was silent for a while, and then said: "Well, the Duan family's fell for a few months."

It fell sharply, because the helmsman passed away, and the four housewives divided the family property. Kuang Zheng said: "The market is seriously undervalued."

Old Ghost Du didn't speak right away. After an intriguing silence, he smiled: "You boy, you have a good nose! For Boss Bao's sake, let me find out for you," he said in a low voice, "Someone is aiming at you. up."

Sure enough, a hostile takeover.

"Who is the other party?" Kuang Zheng immediately asked, "Do you know?"

"I don't know," Du Laogui refused, "I know I can't say it, bad rules."

Kuang Zheng thanked him, hung up the phone, and then called Duan Ruting, the private number, the first time he didn't answer, but the second time he answered: "Who is it?"

"I," the former enemy, the grievance of a bullet, "rectified."