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At five past twelve, Kuangzheng sent Baozhan to Shangri-La: "Do you want me to wait for you?"

"No need," Baochan hurried in, "I'll take the bus and leave later."

Kuangzheng remembered something and got out of the car: "Just listen to what he tells you, don't eat indiscriminately, don't go to other places with him, don't agree to things you don't understand!"

"Got it!" Baochan's figure disappeared on the opposite side of the revolving door.

Kuang Zheng turned around to get in the car, saw the clothes left by Bao Chan on the back seat, neatly folded, and put them on the beige leather seat, he bent down to take them out, and sat back in the cab.

A set of vest and shorts, which Baochan wore when sleeping, had been cooled by the air conditioner, and there was a refreshing soapy smell. Kuangzheng lowered his head and smelled it, it was the smell of summer when he was a child.

He found a paper bag from the glove box, put the clothes in it, put it under the feet of the co-pilot, started the car and turned out of the hotel parking lot.

Baochan came to Shangri-La for the first time, and there were business people in suits and leather shoes and blond foreigners everywhere. He turned around blankly and saw someone waving at him from the coffee shop on the south side of the patio.

It was Uncle Liang, still in a suit with a stand-up collar, getting up from his seat calmly.

Baochan ran over: "Sorry, I'm late!"

He was wearing a simple solid-color T-shirt and faded jeans, and his hair fell down over his forehead in a perfectly natural way.

Uncle Liang raised his hand to ask him to sit down. He had already ordered black tea, poured it into a small pot of transparent glass, and there was amber tea soup: "Dianhong," he introduced, "Banna tea."

"Thank you." There was sweat on Baozhan's forehead, he wiped it casually, and took a sip from his cup.

Uncle Liang refilled him with tea: "Thank you Mr. Bao yesterday,"

"No thanks," Baochan thought it was a trivial matter, "Anyone who sees it will help."

Uncle Liang glanced at him with raised eyebrows, put down the teapot, took out an envelope from his briefcase, and pushed it over: "Our family rules do not owe favors."

Baochan didn't understand, and opened the envelope to see that there was a stack of RMB inside.

"I heard you said you were short of money yesterday." Uncle Liang shook the teacup, leisurely admiring the deep color of the soup, "I prepared it according to what you said."

2 yuan, the amount that Baochan could only pay back from his part-time job, was contained in such a small envelope. "This money," he closed the envelope and pushed it back, "I can't take it."

Uncle Liang thought he was being polite: "You did us a favor. As a thank you, we will help you too. It's fair."

"I really can't ask for it," Baochan declined, "I can pay back the money by working in the store, so I won't bother you."

"Mr. Bao," Uncle Liang put down his glass, unable to understand his insistence, "You have a debt of 2 yuan, I'll help you pay it off, what's wrong?"

"I have a debt of 2 yuan," Baozhan lowered his head, embarrassed by the generosity imposed by the other party, "pay it with your money, and then, I owe you another 2 yuan?"

Uncle Liang smiled: "You don't have to return it." He patted the envelope, "It's thanks!"

No, this is not gratitude, but the self-righteous arrogance of rich people, Baochan shook his head: "I don't want such a thank you."

The small tea table fell silent, and Uncle Liang was silent for a while, before speaking again: "The one put here should be 20. I changed it to [-] because I was afraid you would feel uncomfortable." He showed a displeased expression, "I didn't expect you to be so Do not care."

Baochan didn't argue with him, she pursed her lips and kept silent.

Uncle Liang is a seasoned person, and deliberately changed his tone of sarcasm: "Working in a place like the Emerald Sun, what can you be stubborn about?"

Baochan raised her head abruptly, her eyes brightened: "I have a serious job."

"Oh?" Uncle Liang took a sip of tea, "What do you do?"

What to do? This question turned into a pain in Bao Chan's heart. He took a deep breath and straightened his back: "I am a Peking Opera actor, old man."

An unexpected occupation, Uncle Liang was stunned.

"I have a small theater troupe," Baochan said proudly. After the pride passed, he was helpless and sad. "Counting the four of us, we all have skills and are willing to endure hardships, but it is useless. I just sweated all my body. Smash your head on the stage, and no one came to see us perform."

Uncle Liang stared at him, seized by the despair in his words.

"Do you understand?" Baochan wanted to squeeze a self-deprecating smile, but couldn't, "I'm not short of the 2 yuan."

After speaking, he got up from the tea table, nodded awkwardly, turned and left.

Uncle Liang looked at the envelope on the table, frowning thoughtfully.

It was lunch break when Kuangzheng arrived at the company. As soon as he entered the office area, he saw Duan Xiaojun holding a large tray to collect water glasses from the table. His status here obviously did not improve because of the net present value calculated by hand last night.

"Duan Xiaojun," Kuang Zheng said in a bad tone, "Put down the cup!"

Duan Xiaojun was taken aback, and so was the entire office area, instantly quiet.

Kuang Zheng unbuttoned his suit, raised his head, and looked down at the group of people under him. They were all elites from famous universities, but they were also bastards who preyed on the weak: "The Fusion case is done well. Clemen will continue to follow up."

Clemen tightened his tie excitedly when his name was called.

Then, Kuang Zheng said, "The next target," he paused, "is the sale of Millennium Airlines."

As soon as the words "Millennium Airlines" came out, everyone was startled, and all of them turned their attention to Duan Xiaojun. Whether he wanted to or not, he was the first person to get involved in this project.

"We still lock in the seller." In any merger and acquisition, there is only one seller, and there can be five or ten buyers, and only one of them can win. Powerful investment banks strive to represent the seller in the transaction, and Zheng Zheng's eyes swept over everyone , fell on Duan Xiaojun: "You do the promotion documents."

"Ah?" Duan Xiaojun was unprepared.

In front of Kuangzheng, no one expressed dissent, and they replaced their dissatisfaction with silence.

But after Kuangzheng entered the office, various voices came out: "How to let him join the group...a ​​layman who studies sociology..."

"I'm lucky, you can calculate NPV by hand at critical moments, can you?"

"What, it was so sudden that we didn't realize it. The NPV mobile phone can calculate it, open the digital form, create a new investment return form, and it will be done in 2 minutes!"

"Let me tell you, what's so great about being in this group? Millennium made the list of potential buyers this time. It's normal for him to be in the group..."

"Hey, no one will treat you as dumb if you don't speak!"

Duan Xiaojun put down the tray, walked to Clemen's desk, and wanted to promote the sample of the document. Clemen stood up and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't listen to their nonsense, work hard when you join the team for the first time."

In just two sentences, Duan Xiaojun's heart warmed up.

"The promotion document is about our investment banking department, mainly the introduction of mergers and acquisitions," Clemen taught him. "Relevant information can be found on the company's homepage. Please extract it and write it beautifully."

Duan Xiaojun nodded: "Thank you, manager."

He returned to his seat, created a new Word document according to what Clemen said, carefully studied the company's business information, and initially formed a first draft of [-] words. He just drank some water and took a break when the phone on the desk rang. He had been at M&A for so long. This phone is ringing for the first time.

"Hello?" He picked it up.

There are only two words over there: "Come here."

Duan Xiaojun froze for a moment, then glanced at the VP room like a ghost, "No way, this guy has opened his eyes!" He muttered, and hurriedly printed out the document. The boss asked him to go there to see his results.

In the VP room, Kuang Zheng still looked like a keen predator, busy with something behind the computer, when he saw the three pages in Duan Xiaojun's hand, his expression was obviously wrong.

"Boss, the promotion document..." Duan Xiaojun handed it over, but Kuangzheng took it and looked at it without looking at it, directly tore it in half and threw it on him: "Get out."

Duan Xiaojun was dumbfounded, and stood there blankly: "Boss?"

"The business ability is not good, and the interpersonal relationship is not good?"

people?Duan Xiaojun didn't understand: "What's wrong, you tell..."

"I'm not obliged to tell you," Kuang Zheng thought he was wasting his time, "I'm a VP, you're just an analyst, do you have to teach me if you don't know how to drink milk? Ask your manager."

Duan Xiaojun has never been squeezed like this at his age: "But I..."

Kuang Zheng directly called inside: "Clemen, take your man away."

Clemen came in immediately, hugging his shoulders and led Duan Xiaojun out. As soon as the door of the VP room was closed, snickers erupted in the office area.

Duan Xiaojun was completely fooled, went back to his seat and sat down, a notification popped up on the computer, it was a file sent by the internal system, the file name: "2019.07.22 latest promotion template", sender: Xiaodong.

Duan Xiaojun was surprised, and quickly clicked on the message. The attachment was a PPT file. After downloading it, he was shocked. This promotion template has a full 87 pages from the catalog to the industry overview, from the valuation conclusion to the list of participants!

There is only one sentence in it: do this.

With a blow to the head, Duan Xiaojun understood that "the first time you join the group and do a good job" and "excerpt it and write it beautifully", it was all Clemen playing tricks on him!

His eyes were on fire, and he swept across half of the office area, and landed on Clemen's face. The guy was on the phone, and when he saw Duan Xiaojun staring at him, he stared back without showing any weakness.

Faced with confrontation, Duan Xiaojun first looked away—the template is already there, and it is not a problem to complete the promotion document, so there is no need to confront the immediate boss head-on.

But it was set up by someone, so forget it?What if this kind of thing happens again in the future, relying on others to secretly pass documents to him?

No, that's not his character.

Duan Xiaojun replied in the information system: Thank you.

Then he got up from his seat and went straight to Clemen: "Manager, I need a presentation template."

The office area was so quiet, everyone's eyes were on Duan Xiaojun.

This kid didn't admit cowardice, nor did he make a fuss. Clemen didn't expect it: "The template? Didn't I give it to you just now?" He pretended to be surprised, "You started without a template? Why are you so sloppy!"

The analyst's request for a template is a reasonable request, so Clemen had no choice but to open the internal system and upload it to him slowly.

Duan Xiaojun returned to his seat, and a notice of "Promotion Template 2018.05.17" appeared on the desktop. He had no expression on his face. After confirming the download, he right-clicked and permanently deleted it.