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Duan Xiaojun didn’t go home in the morning, so he went to the meeting room on the floor to take a nap, and returned to the office area after ten o’clock. After seeing Clemen’s reply, he put the valuation result into the PPT, checked it one last time, and went to the photocopying center to print it.

50 full-color documents, loose-leaf binding, and the cover is the Wanrong style aerial photo of the Twin Stars Building. When he got the finished product at [-] o'clock, he took a copy and sent it to Kuangzheng's office. He flipped through it while walking, and suddenly stopped.

Clemen stared at him, watching him turn back from the door of the VP room, got up and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Wrong..." Duan Xiaojun muttered.

Clemen's heart skipped a beat, and he glanced at his watch, only to realize that there was no premium treatment, and it was another bloodbath.With slightly sweaty palms, he walked over and saw Duan Xiaojun pointing to the decorative two-color background on the edge of the inner page: "It's off-color."

Clemen let out a long breath: "Color cast is not a problem at all."

At this moment, Kuang Zheng came out of the office, saw the two of them getting together, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"The inner page is color-shifted," Duan Xiaojun said in a serious tone, "yellow and blue are the brand colors of Millennium, I checked, and blue represents the sky, which is Millennium's industry hint, such an important detail, the photocopying center actually made it for me It's green!"

"Millennium won't find out," Clemen looked at Kuang Zheng, "We've never noticed this before..."

Kuang Zheng didn't even look at him, and asked Duan Xiaojun, "Is there still time for reprinting?"

"I'll go to the photocopying center right away," Duan Xiaojun said decisively, "I'll definitely get it back for you before 12:30!"

He left as soon as he said, and rushed out of the office area with the stack of documents in his arms.

The color cast was caused by ink leakage from the yellow paint. The photocopying center admitted the mistake, but they not only served M&A, they asked Duan Xiaojun to wait. Duan Xiaojun could wait, but the plane couldn’t wait. Getting angry, he finally brought back the reprinted documents before Kuangzheng went to the airport.

Clemen accompanied Kuangzheng downstairs, the company car was already waiting downstairs, Bai Yinwu sat in the back seat, Kuangzheng was about to get on the co-pilot, Clemen whispered: "Boss, that...is my seat."

Kuang Zheng winked at him: "Go up and sit on the back."

Clemen glanced at Bai Yinwu, his soul flew away: "Boss..."

"Kendrick," Bai Yinwu said, "come here."

Reluctantly, Kuang Zheng opened the door and sat next to him. Clemen put the documents in the trunk and sat in the co-pilot.

The car drove out from Financial Street, Kuang Zheng didn't sit for a while, took out his mobile phone to make a call: "Hello," he twisted his body, covering his mouth with a hint of betrayal to Bai Yinwu, "I won't be going back today, I'm on a business trip..."

There is only such a big place in the car, Bai Yinwu and Clemen can hear clearly.

"Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, don't leave me the food in the refrigerator..." Kuangzheng won't be going home for the next two days, so he has to tell Baochan, "Understood, don't eat indiscriminately... I'm dead."

The phone was put down, and the atmosphere in the car was extremely awkward. As Kuang Zheng expected, Bai Yinwu really hurt him: "Is that the neighbor? The man?"

"Yes." Kuang Zheng didn't lie, he was justified.

Bai Yinwu asked Clemen at the front: "Do you believe it?"

An immediate boss, a boss's boss, Clemen was speechless.

"By the way," Kuang Zheng interrupted, "M&A has been changed to the stroke order of the surname."

Bai Yinwu frowned: "Why do you tell me such a trivial matter?"

"I did some research," Kuangzheng continued, regardless of whether he liked to listen to it or not, "the strokes of the surnames are arranged very scientifically. You remember that when Mr. Wang was here, every time he excluded him and Lao Wang, he went to great lengths. There will be no such thing in the future." There is a problem, I suggest promoting it in the investment banking department..."

Bai Yinwu glanced at him, it felt strange that Wanrong's first valuer, who always only focused on projects and bonuses, cared about these corners.

Baohua put down the phone and was thinking about the figure in "Xunyang Tower", when he suddenly heard a small "poof", and after a while, Master Kuang shouted in the corridor: "Kuoting! Bao'er! Come on, come on, the water pipe is bursting!" Already!"

Baochan hurried out of the house, and from a distance, the toilet overflowed with water, Shi Kuoting and Ying Xiaonong rushed over, and became a couple of soaked chickens.

"Brother!" Baochan shouted, "It's useless to block the pipe, follow me down to pull the main bolt!"

It is always bolted to the washroom on the first floor. It has a history of 70 to [-] years and is full of rust. Shi Kuoting pulled it for a long time but failed to pull it. stop.

Looking up, the wall covering in the corridor has been soaked, falling off one by one, "It's a lot of money to change the water pipes," Ying Xiaonong said angrily, "Oh my god, we'll have to kill us!"

"That has to be repaired," Shi Kuoting said helplessly, "It's useless if you don't repair the water."

"Xiu Xiuxiu, what do you use for repairing?" Ying Xiaonong was in a bad mood these two days, "Are you rich?"

"I don't have the money to find a way," Shi Kuoting was the same as him, "Why are you arguing with me!"

Baochan lowered his head in the midst of their quarrel, thinking of the 2 yuan in front of him two days ago, he regretted it very much. The play said "a penny can't beat a hero". He is not a hero, so where is his face? Don't want other people's money.

He took out his mobile phone, thinking that he should still be able to find Uncle Liang's number, and suddenly, the light on his head went out.

"Hey?" Ying Xiaonong shook the wet hakama, went to the corridor to turn on the headlights, but it didn't turn on after pressing it several times, "What's going on?"

"...fuck," Shi Kuoting realized, "the power is off."

Everyone looked at him.

"I didn't pay the electricity bill last month," Shi Kuoting was annoyed, "I really can't afford it."

Ying Xiaonong became angry: "If you have no money, you have to pay the electricity bill!"

"Why are you yelling at me?" Shi Kuoting pulled his neck, "If you have the ability, you manage the money!"

"Ruyi Island doesn't belong to my family, so I don't care about the money!"

"Then keep your voice down!"

"I said you..."

"Okay!" Baochan roared, raised his head, and glanced over every face, "Don't make any noise," he said softly, "Let's go."

Come on, the theater troupe can't say these three words. In "Legend of the White Snake" in the past, Xu Xian's umbrella was never allowed to open in the background, because "umbrella" and "scatter" are homophonic.

Everyone looked at each other in a daze, preferring to interpret his words as "get the hell out of here".Baochan held the silver bracelet on his left hand, the only thing his mother left him, and it became so heavy that he couldn't lift his wrist, and even fell over.

Master Kuang gave Ying Xiaonong and Shi Kuoting a wink and told them to leave first.

An old man in his 70s timidly asked in a tube building with no water or electricity: "Baochu, you didn't mean that when I said 'Let's go' just now?"

Bao Chan didn't make a sound.

That's what he meant, at least at that moment just now, he really wanted Ruyizhou to break up, and if he broke up, it would be over and free.

The old man hunched over, holding his palm with thin fingers: "Bao'er, if you want to leave... just leave."

Hearing that word from someone else's mouth, Baochan was startled.

"You have survived for ten years, you are worthy of your old age, you are worthy of Ruyizhou, and you are worthy of yourself."

Baochan seemed to have suddenly turned back to the middle school student who lost his home ten years ago. He was so wronged that he wanted to cry, but he endured it, no matter how hard it was, he couldn't make the old man sad.

"You're stubborn, I know," Master Kuang smiled, showing two gaps between his missing teeth, "When I was old, you took over because you didn't have a formal apprenticeship. You are afraid that others will pick on our Ruyizhou and have no rules. What do you say? Don't let everyone call you the head of the class, but call you "Bao Chu", that is the name of fanciers going to sea, you have wronged yourself!"

Baochan choked up: "Master Kuang, I..."

"You have done enough for Ruyizhou," Master Kuang interrupted him, although he was an old man, but his tone was sonorous, "It's not you who left Ruyizhou, it's God, those who don't go to theaters, it's this era."

Baochan gritted her teeth, the tears didn't come out, they flowed silently to her heart.

"You have such a temper," Mr. Kuang patted the back of his hand distressedly, "I'm afraid that if you persist like this, you will either sell yourself or drive yourself to death!"

Baochan lowered his head.

"Don't worry, think about it, if you really want to leave, my old man will be the master for you!" Master Kuang let go of his hand, "Remember, when the time comes, the living can't be crushed to death by an old plaque."

After speaking, he staggered away along the long dark corridor.Bao Chan looked at that thin back, with mixed feelings in his heart. He didn't have a father, and his mother ran away, but he had a "grandfather", a "brother", friends who cared about him, and neighbors who helped him silently. Life is enough.

He cleaned up the water on the second floor with a broom, sorted out the playbooks in the house in the dark, and went to work in the Emerald Sun by car.Pretending to be troubled, he accidentally served the wrong wine to a guest, and was scolded by the foreman, but fortunately he was not deducted. After get off work at [-] o'clock in the morning, he stood on the brightly lit street and looked around blankly. In such a big city, he was not satisfied. Cone of the Continent.

When the light turned green, he crossed the road, and the phone rang in his pocket, it was Kuang Zheng.

"Hello..." On such a night, when Ruyizhou was about to die, his voice inevitably trembled.

"Hello," the voice over there was also very low, taking a breath, "off work?"

Kuangzheng didn't go around in circles, and he didn't pretend to be confused, Baochan was a little surprised: "Well, on the way to the subway station."

"Be careful." After saying this, Kuang Zheng fell silent.

"What's wrong with you?" Bao Chan asked.

"I miss your cooking," Kuangzheng sighed as if he was very tired, "Hainan chicken rice is not delicious at all."

Baochan walked through the crossroads when someone came out of the convenience store on the side of the road, blowing a little cool breeze: "Brother, are you... What's the matter?"

"Something went wrong at work," Kuang Zheng smiled, pretending to be relaxed, "Go back early tomorrow morning."

"Then I'll make you noodles, shredded pork noodles."

"I can't go home," Kuang Zheng stood up, looking at the night in the southern country outside the hotel window, coconut trees, stars, and waves, "There are a lot of things waiting for me in the company, have you arrived at the subway?"

"Here we are." The red sign light of the subway station was just ahead, and Baochan ran up, "Brother, if you have something bothering you, tell me, don't hold back."

In the past few years of mergers and acquisitions, Kuangzheng has gone through all kinds of storms. As long as the bank account is not wiped out overnight, nothing is a big deal for him, but this feeling of being worried and asked is still very good.

"Good night," he said.