narrow red

The eldest brother wanted to cut his flesh to save the second child, but the third and fourth child did not expect that Duan Ruting was stunned.

The eldest son is the eldest son. At the critical moment, it was Ying Xiaonong who took this step.

Before Kuang Zheng could speak, Duan Ruting shook his head: "No, you can't move for the time being."

"Yes," Kuang Zheng agreed, "self-protection first, and then mutual assistance. The steel wire under our feet is thinner than ever before."

Duan Ruting is in business, and his way of thinking is different from Ying Xiaonong: "We can't be led by the nose by an invisible hand, we have to turn passive into active."

"Xiao Nong," Kuang Zheng said with a quick mind, "you are getting close to the elders, so you come forward and buy their shares."

Beautiful, Duan Ruting admired his agility, and it was this move that he started to fight back.

"The veterans are getting old," said Kuang Zheng. "The second generation may prefer money to stocks."

"That's right," Duan Ruting agreed with his point of view, "I studied each of them when they were competing for production, and there is a high probability that they tend to cash out."

This woman can, Kuang Zheng cast her an approving glance, then turned to the third and fourth child: "Jin Dao, Duan Xiaojun, when the boss is in a tight spot, your funds will keep up."

Kuangzheng opened his mouth, Duan Zhao and Duan Xiaojun didn't say anything, but they were not used to such things as brothers and sisters being respectful and affectionate, and they were even disgusted.

Ying Xiaonong looked at the two younger brothers, one was in charge of private banking, the other was in M&A, they were more promising than him in acting: "I know you don't like me."

The boss opened the golden mouth, and no one dared to answer.

"But the situation has forced us here," said the graceful and luxurious voice resoundingly, "You don't like me or hate me any more, let's put aside the matter between us brothers."

Duan Duo, the only real gold in Duan Youxi's eyes, the crooked beam in the big family, when the storm was about to come, he stood up and wanted to take the blame for the Duan family.

"When the old man was alive, he didn't bring us together," Ying Xiaonong looked around at his siblings, "Blood blood cannot bring us together, and neither can the word 'duan' in front of the name, but the group can, Aiyin's Every stock can, even if this pile of money is bundled, it will bundle us together, and we will all die together."

It was the fate of the Duan family's children to die together.

"He's killed at the door of the house." A pair of big green-clothed eyes, looking everywhere with enthusiasm, "according to my temper, whoever dares to come with a knife, he will not even think about leaving!"

This time the meeting was led by Kuang Zheng, but it was Ying Xiaonong who ended the meeting. He set the tone for the Duan family's anti-takeover.

After the meeting was over, Duan Ruting returned to Aiyin Technology, Duan Zhao returned to Wanrong Zhenhui, Duan Xiaojun returned to Financial Street, Ying Xiaonong went downstairs and changed, took a taxi to Deyi City, and looked for Uncle Zou.

There are five veterans of the Aiyin Group, and Uncle Zou is the largest one. When Ying Xiaonong arrived, he was picking up a small pine tree from Japan called Miyajima Osaka in the yard. While trimming the branches and leaves, he said with emotion: "This People, just like trees, no matter how they grow, they have to face the light, grow stupefied, and grow beautifully."

Ying Xiaonong heard something in his words: "What's the matter, Uncle Zou, why do you feel sorry for me?"

"I compliment you," Uncle Zou smiled, "I compliment you for your good looks."

Ying Xiaonong is really good-looking, he ran out of the house without doing business, froze on the stage in Ruyizhou, and shone brightly in Yanbo Zhishuang's rich club.

"It's not like my bastard son," Uncle Zou scolded, "It's not even a fart!"

His son is not good enough, Quan Aiyin knows, following this topic, Ying Xiaonong probed: "Since you can't do business, let's make more money to build a trust, and you will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life."

Uncle Zou nodded: "I think so."

"Then Uncle Zou," Ying Xiaonong squatted down next to him, "When you sell your old stocks, think about me?"

In an instant, Uncle Zou's face froze for a moment, and he quickly recovered his smile: "Xiao Duo, when did you become interested in these things?"

Ying Xiaonong doesn't do business, but keenness is written in his bones, he smells it, this guy has a problem: "Uncle Zou?"

The old man cut the pine branches and said nothing.

Ying Xiaonong squinted her eyes: "Uncle, your stock..."

"Xiao Duo," Uncle Zou put down the scissors, "my son has no skills, so the father has to earn for him. In earning money, love is for love, and business is for business."

Yes, for the sake of business, you don't have to give up the relationship, Ying Xiaonong put on a cold face: "Uncle Zou, tell me, who do you want to sell the stock to?"

The one surnamed Zou has a relationship with Mr. Duan, but not Ying Xiaonong. For the sake of Mr. Duan, he called him Xiaoduo. Mr. Duan is gone. The boss, the second, the third, and the fourth are all bereaved dogs: "Duan Don, don't overestimate yourself."

"Who are they?" Ying Xiaonong asked.

Uncle Zou couldn't answer.

Ying Xiaonong asked again: "What price do they charge you?"

This Uncle Zou said happily: "Three times."

Ying Xiaonong didn't expect such a sky-high price.

"Can you afford it?"

Ying Xiao can't afford it.

"You can afford it," Uncle Zou laughed, "I'll sell it to you too."

Ying Xiaonong was irritated by his smile: "They want to buy Aiyin!"

"I know," the old fried dough stick surnamed Zou, how could he not know, "it has nothing to do with me, no one's surname is Zou when Aiyin sells to you, I have worked for your father all my life, so I should get some benefits."

Ying Xiaonong stared at him, the old guy watched him grow up, pinched his face and touched his head, stabbed his knife in the back without mercy, suddenly, he grabbed the pair of scissors on the ground.

Uncle Zou was stunned, staring at his hand, which was white and thin, and only heard a click——

Miyajima Osaka has a simple and vigorous posture, with green and misty branches. When it is cut off, the head is gone, and it falls to the ground gracefully, rolling to Uncle Zou's feet.

"Gong Xi Fa Cai." Ying Xiaonong stood up and dropped the scissors.

He came out of Deyi City, walked dully, and walked a long way, only to remember to call Kuangzheng, there was only one thing: "The other party has already infiltrated into Ayin's senior management."

Kuang Zheng thought for a while and asked directly, "What price?"

Ying Xiaonong was annoyed: "Three times."

Kuangzheng was surprised, with such a thick amount of money, there is someone with such strength on Financial Street...

"I'll go to the next one," Ying Xiaonong refused to admit his fate, "I don't believe the five veterans are all wolf-hearted!"

The result was wolf-hearted. At 05:30 in the afternoon, Ying Xiaonong called for the last time, and all five directors with voting rights were wiped out. The only good news is that there are two transactions that have not yet been concluded, including Uncle Zou.

"We still have a chance." Kuang Zheng was afraid that his mind would collapse.

He has collapsed: "It's mainly money now!"

Once the shareholding advantage is lost, Aiyin will no longer be named Duan, and even the word "Aiyin" may disappear. It is the name of Ying Xiaonong's mother, and it is Xu Aiyin's last memory left to this world.

Kuangzheng didn't answer, and hung up the phone. He stayed in Wanrong Zhenhui until after nine o'clock in the evening. When he arrived at Ruyizhou, Baochan had just finished the play and sang "Going to the Rooftop". Still sweating, took off his beard and held his hand: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Kuangzheng's exhaustion was written on his face, he held him back and didn't speak.

"What about Wanrong Zhenhui?"

Wanrong Zhenhui is being watched by the head office, from administration to finance, he does not have the right to speak.

"Is it still about the Duan family?"

The Duan family is being held by a pair of black hands, nibbling away from the capital market, from the board of directors, and from every invisible corner.

For the first time in ten years in the industry, Kuangzheng felt powerless at the end of his life. If being kicked from M&A to private banking was an earthquake in his personal career, then this internal and external attack from the financial street was the life and death of his career. If you go well, you may break into a new world. If you don't go well, you will lose all your previous achievements and glory.

once and for all, dice away (1).

"Brother..." Baozhan pulled him out of the backstage. The audience hadn't left and the venue hadn't been cleared yet. He was wearing a nine-dragon crown, and the skyward wings on the back of his helmet were trembling slightly.He led the way up the stairs, the scarlet railings, and went around one after another, just like the opera sang: turn around the peony fence, close to the lake, mountain and rock——

It was Du Liniang and Liu Mengmei who were going to the cloud and rain appointment, and it was Baozhan who was wearing the dragon robe of Emperor Guangwu Liu Xiu and leading his brother to his blissful and gentle hometown.On the third floor of the theatrical building, in the innermost room, he imitated the layout of the office and built a lounge, pure Chinese style, with silk lamps, Boshan furnace, Yushanzi, and a flower window reflecting the moonlight.

Baochan turned on the small light, and sporadic red lights lit up beside the shelf bed. He could sing a few lines of Kunqu opera, but he couldn’t sing well. In the dim light, he had a glass-like voice: "Loosen the collar with you... He took off the crown, removed the water gauze, turned his back to Kuang Zheng, exposed the five-clawed tuanlong on his shoulder, and gently untied the jade belt, "Take the belt wide, and stretch the sleeves a little..."

It's a pity that Kuangzheng doesn't know much about opera. If he has heard "The Peony Pavilion", he knows the following opera: Then wait for you to be patient and sleep for a long time.

He only felt that he was dreaming, a lawless dream. In the dream, he walked towards the bright yellow back, tore off the loop of his clothes, covered it with white sleeves, covered his sight with snow white, and he was in a mass of pure chaos. Zhong recklessly, somehow arrived at xx, why was Bao Chan pounced on him, (a word is missing here), so hot.

"Bao...Bao'er!" He curled his hair, trying to make him leave, he didn't want Bao Chan to learn this, for fear of dirtying him and his purest dream.

(less paragraph here)

Baochan crawled towards Kuangzheng, with beautiful sword-shaped eyebrows, raised eye ends, and a streak of bright red between the brows.

(I tried my best, there can be no later)

(1) onceandforall, diceaway: not easy to translate, similar to desperate.