narrow red

Sa Shuang held his chopsticks and stared at the TV on the wall of the cafeteria without blinking. CCTV was rebroadcasting last night's program, reporting on the short-selling crisis facing the virtual currency Zhan Guohong, and the disaster of players in China. Standing firm in the front line, showing amazing courage.

The host wearing a red tie said: Friends who are familiar with Chinese history know that the Warring States Period was an era when heroes competed for the throne, and it was also an era from division to unity. Red is not only the color of blood, but also the color of life. Overcoming this difficulty smoothly, let the world currency circle see the strength of our Chinese players.

The strength of Chinese players, Sa Shuang knows, Chinese players do not have any special power, Chinese people just have one thing more than others, unity.For thousands of years, spring planting and autumn harvesting require unity, and unity is needed when leaving home and going out for a living, and even buying something online requires teamwork. The Chinese understand better than anyone else that only unity can withstand the blow of fate, and they are qualified to fight against the powerful. Say no to your enemies several times over.

At this moment, a pair of chopsticks stretched out and put a piece of meat into his bowl, Sa Shuang raised his head, it was Chen Rouen.

"Watching TV," she said fiercely, "eating."

Last time at Sa Shuang's house, they had a bad quarrel, and immediately after Zhan Guohong's accident, Sa Shuang didn't bother to give in. Now, looking at the piece of meat in the bowl, he felt a little complacent: "Are you afraid I'm hungry?"

Chen Rouen nodded: "I'm afraid you will starve to death."

Sa Shuang directly stemmed the internal injury: "It's just right that I die, and the recording studio will be bright."

Chen Rouen frowned: "What recording studio?"

"That's the recording studio," Sa Shuang said sourly, "The capital letters are bold and flashy, Master Jiu's recording studio!"

Chen Rouen glanced at him and muttered: "I didn't go, who knows if it will shine or not."

Sa Shuang was stunned, and looked at her in disbelief.

"What are you looking at?" Chen Rouen stared, "Eat your meat."

"No," Sa Shuang leaned over, "Why... didn't you go?"

"Didn't you mess it up?" Chen Rouen patted the chopsticks, "I'm so angry, how can I find someone else to play with?"

Sa Shuang was happy all of a sudden, picked up the bowl, and chewed on the pork chop rice, it was really delicious.

Chen Rouen saw that he was still watching the TV, and pawed him: "I stare at the TV all day, there are flowers on the TV?"

"Zhan Guohong, Brother Kuang's business," Sa Shuang said with a mouthful of food, "I care about it."

"You don't need it, it's a job for heroes to lead the battle, we little people," Chen Rouen gave him another piece of meat, "Eat well."

Sa Shuang swallowed the meal whole: "A hero?"

"Well," Chen Rouen lit the TV with chopsticks, "Listen to that name, Yan Lingjia, you know how to write or not."

hero!His sister said he was a hero!Sa Shuang's little heart almost popped out of his chest. He took out his mobile phone and slapped it on the table, lighting up the screen in a flash. The background color was bright red, and there were three Chinese characters in ink on it: Warring States Red.

Chen Rouen took a look: "Why, don't you use this screensaver all the time?"

……

Sa Shuang had a sullen face, a little worried about their child's future IQ: "Sister, why are you so stupid!"

"Who are you talking about?" Chen Rou'en picked up her mobile phone and was about to call when Bao Chan arrived. Shi Kuoting got up to serve him a meal. When she turned around, she saw a young man brought in by him. He was tall and his eyes were the most energetic. like fire.

"Let me introduce to you," Bao Chan put his arm on Huo Bandit's shoulder, "My apprentice, Huo Bandit."

As soon as the word "apprentice" came out, the scene immediately exploded, and Chen Rouen was the first to quit: "Why don't you accept me, leader?"

"That's right, Baochu." Sa Shuang also looked displeased, "The ratio of men and women in the regiment is already out of balance. You still have such a handsome guy in, you are deliberately trying to make my sister look good!"

Chen Rouen didn't hit him just now, but at this time, Bao Chan smiled and introduced these brothers and sisters to Huo Pi, the living treasure Sa Shuang, the female Yasha Chen Rouen, the big lady Ying Xiaonong, the good senior brother Shi Kuoting, everyone Talking and laughing, Kuangzheng called suddenly, Baochan answered, the other side was noisier than his side: "Hello? Brother!"

Wanrong Zhenhui was celebrating, with champagne and confetti sprayed all over the floor.

During the prime time last night, China Central Television broadcast a program analyzing the Warring States Red. It only lasted half an hour, but the financial market reacted immediately, speculating that it was a signal of the Chinese government's "rescue".

In 1997, Soros shorted Hong Kong, and the central government put forward the stance of "no devaluation of the renminbi", which caused this financial giant to fail. It is no exaggeration to say that China is still the ptsd of that generation of international speculative capital (1).The Chinese government "may" take action. Such an uncertain expectation (2) is enough to make the market turn against it.

Throughout the night, Kuang Zheng watched Zhan Guohong come back to life, and the cliff-like sell-off was miraculously stopped, as if an invisible hand had lightly pressed the stop button on this battlefield with countless casualties.

Just now, Zhan Guohong, the only virtual currency in the world founded by Chinese and dominated by Chinese capital, staggered back to its high point. The knife on Wanrong Zhenhui's neck finally fell, and the ice melted.

Kuang Zheng knew that he had won, not only Zhan Guohong, but also Aiyin, Zhengcai, and Sadeli. He won the bet from the He family in Chiang Mai, and he won his life!

"...Did you hear that!" He yelled into the phone, the cheers around him were deafening, he was so excited, he said a thousand words and said, "I love you, Baochan!"

After hanging up the phone, he took off his tie, took off his suit and threw it on the ground. This is the most glorious moment for a man, it is a once-in-a-lifetime risk of death, and it is the ecstasy of the rest of his life. Everyone came to hug him, Duan Zhao, Huang Bailiang, Lai Xiaoxing, including Feng Kuan, put their arms around his shoulders and scolded: "Fuck you, make it right! My wife thinks I'm impotent!"

Kuang Zheng pulled him off his body: "I'm not impotent, why are you impotent!"

"I'm a fucking supervisor! The superiors ask me every day how much you've lost, and I'm too courageous to help you hide it!" He parted his hair, "See, you're alopecia areata!"

Kuang Zheng patted his shoulder and pressed against his ear: "These are all yours."

Feng Kuan was startled, Kuang Zheng had already passed him and walked into the carnival crowd.

On the other side of the office area, Wang Youcheng walked into the bathroom with his mobile phone in his hand. It was Daishan's call. He closed the door and answered it, and tremblingly said three words: "I'm done."

Wang Youcheng knew that Dai Shan had played off, and there was no place to bury him this time.

At this time, Daishan had too much to say, but he just begged: "Come and see me."

Wang Youcheng didn't make a sound.

"Come and see me, bastard!" Daishan hissed, maybe he was taking something, and couldn't calm down, "Come and kiss me! Come and fuck me! Come... hug me."

Wang Youcheng still didn't say anything.

"Hehe," Daishan smiled, "Why is your heart so hard that you don't even want to see how I die?"

Wang Youcheng didn't believe that he would die, but that he was bankrupt, in debt and ruined.

"You will regret it." Daishan said.

Wang Youcheng knew him well, he was a person who was used to threats and was keen on lying: "Daishan," he thought about it, "you need someone now, but this person is not me."

Daishan was silent at first, and then began to cheat: "You are not like this, every time I begged you before..."

"It's not like before," Wang Youcheng said coldly, "You hurt me to the core."

He hung up the phone and came out of the bathroom. There were excited faces in front of his eyes. It wasn't because he was cruel, but because he went, what can he do for Daishan, love?Impossible.

After receiving the wine from Duan Zhao, he drank it all in one gulp, the phone in his pocket was silent, and that person didn't call again.

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Kuangzheng went home and slept for a day and a night, Baochan postponed all the performances, and stayed with him in his arms for a day and a night. On Saturday morning, they got out of bed together, their backs ached.

Today is the Duan family's family banquet. Kuangzheng is wearing a dark purple dress, Baozhan is also dressed up, a silver-gray tuxedo with a diamond brooch, a bow tie and a girdle, her hair is softly gathered on her forehead, and she smiles as sweetly as velvet.

Before going out, Kuangzheng put his arms around his waist and wanted to kiss him, but Baochan avoided him.

"Why?" Kuang Zheng pulled him hard.

Baozhan pursed her lips: "I've put on lip gloss."

Kuang Zheng scratched his chin: "Still wearing makeup?"

"No..." Baochan recalled that he used to always say that she was a sissy, "just raise your face."

"Who taught you?" He was very sensitive to the slightest change, "Wen Jiu?"

"No," Baochan urged him to change his shoes, "Xiao Nong, specifically asked me to clean up my spirits."

"Oh..." Kuang Zheng opened the door and turned his head, "I said, Ying Xiaonong and your senior brother are getting better, do you know?"

Baochan blinked: "Impossible, they... just live together."

"No," Kuang Zheng stepped out, and the Maybach was waiting at the door, "In the middle of the night, I called Kuo Ting, and Xiao Nong answered."

"Really?" Baochan closed the door behind him.

The banquet is held in Xishan, an old garden and old house, the east side hall of the main house and the main house, and the big round table, which has the taste of the dignitaries of the old era. Playing with orchids by the window.

Kuang Zheng pulled Bao Chan over and asked with a smile, "Kuo Ting didn't come?"

Baochan quickly pulled him away, but Ying Xiaonong replied calmly, "Who will take care of the child when he comes?"

Kuangzheng thought about it, yes, he is a person with children: "You should hire an aunt too."

Ying Xiaonong shook her head: "It's not from [-] to [-]. If you can bring it, you should bring it yourself. Don't look at Xiaobao who can't speak, but actually knows everything. I don't want her to be wronged."

Just as he was talking, the fourth child arrived, wearing a classic dress, holding a girl on his arm, slightly fat, it was bonnie.

Kuang Zheng was a little surprised. With Duan Xiaojun's family background and appearance, he could find any kind of beautiful woman. After greeting each other, they walked aside with tea.

"What's the matter, have you written it down?" Kuang Zheng asked.

Duan Xiaojun nodded: "It's my mother, she's still a little dissatisfied."

Kuangzheng remembered how Sifang flicked earrings on the face of Sanfang on the bed of old man Duan, and it was normal for her to be dissatisfied: "I thought you would find a beautiful one."

Duan Xiaojun asked back: "Isn't Bonnie pretty?"

Kuang Zheng shrugged. Indeed, Bonnie had a bright smile: "Beautiful, but a little fatter."

"Fat and thin are not the criteria for judging beauty and ugliness," Duan Xiaojun shook his tea, "In my eyes, she is the most beautiful."

Kuang Zheng wondered, "When did the fight become so hot?"

"Zhan Guohong was the one who pulled me to invest," Duan Xiaojun said, "It's my account and hers. After so many ups and downs, you let bd hold on, and bd will die. Try another woman? "

Kuang Zheng understands, what he thinks is beautiful is Bonnie's heart.

"Beauty is fine," Duan Xiaojun dismissively said, "My wife is going to live a lifetime."

Kuangzheng felt that he didn't know him well enough, this kid seemed more mature than expected... Duan Xiaojun came over mysteriously, and unbuttoned his dress: "Boss, you touch my chest, is it bigger than your side?"

"Get lost." Kuang Zheng pushed him away, silently withdrawing his words in his heart.

Duan Zhao and Duan Ruting were the last ones to arrive. They cooperated with Aiyin in many specific operations. Kuangzheng led Baozhan over there.

"This is..." Duan Ruting looked at Bao Chan, wondering who he was from.

"My love," Kuang Zheng introduced generously, "The surname is Bao, a blooming bloom."

Lover, an old word, is unexpectedly appropriate here. Duan Ruting remembers the "Brother Bao" on the phone from Kuangzheng, and it turned out to be such a close relationship.

Baochan also looked at her carefully, and Kuangzheng said that the second child of the Duan family was a woman, but this one in front of him, wearing a suit, trousers and black leather shoes, was a delicate gentleman no matter how you looked at it.

They shook hands, each with their own surprises, and walked into the side hall together.

There were tea and a few appetizers on the table. Before sitting down, Ying Xiaonong suggested: "Let's toast the old man first?"

He always speaks with weight at home, everyone agrees, turns into the main hall in twos and threes, the majestic old house, the portrait of old man Duan is placed in the middle, Ying Xiaonong calls for wine, each of them has a small cup.

"Dad," the call came late, and he couldn't help regretting, "All the family members are here today, let's toast you a glass of wine together."

Duan Youxi is such a stubborn person, but the last photo is kind, looking at these outstanding children with a smile.

"Aiyin has been saved," Ying Xiaonong told him, "A new business has been acquired, and a family office has been established. In the future," he raised his glass, "we will be better."

Kuangzheng Baochan and a group of siblings stood behind him and toasted at the same time.

Simple, just a few words, he asked everyone: "Did you do it?"

Everyone in the room didn't have a loud voice, but they spoke in unison, with a solemn momentum: "Done!"

When it is dry, the baijiu that has not been in the past few years is more spicy than mellow, so it has to be brewed.Fortunately, the days ahead are long. Take Baochan's words, don't worry, take your time.

(1) ptsd: post-traumatic stress disorder.

(2) Anticipation: An economic term, for example: Everyone expects a stock to rise and buys the stock. As a result, the stock actually rises, and vice versa.