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Kuang Zheng was rarely seen wearing a black shirt with a small collar, standing in front of Clemen's desk like a charming dark cloud, with the promotion document of Millennium in his hand.He is not reconciled, the project he has been holding in his mouth, even if he does not eat it, he has to scrape off a layer of fat. This is him, the boss of Wanrong's M&A business.

Duan Xiaojun sat with Clemen. He has been specially trained by the devil for the past few days. When he closes his eyes, he sees valuation multiples, β re-leveraging and fully diluted share count. Now he looks away from the Excel sheet and secretly stares at rectify.

The phone rang, it was Baozhan, Kuangzheng answered in seconds: "Huh?"

He snorted out his nose, lazy and familiar, and Clemen guessed who it was, and turned Duan Xiaojun's head back to look at Kuangzheng, asking him to calculate the weighted average cost.

"Brother!" Baochan was very excited on the phone, "I... I just... received a call!"

Kuang Zheng put down the promotion document: "Don't worry, just speak slowly."

Baochan took a deep breath: "Someone is willing to invest in me!"

When the word "capital injection" came out of Bao Chan's mouth, Kuang Zheng's first reaction was to worry: "Who is it, is it reliable, are there any additional conditions, and when did it happen?"

"Five minutes," Baochan was the first to call Kuangzheng after explaining the situation to Master Kuang and the others, "Just five minutes ago, it was Uncle Liang, he won't lie to me."

"Uncle Liang?"

"The alcoholic Emerald Sun last time, you remember, I'll wait for his family to pick up...instant noodles!" Baozhan spoke incoherently, Kuangzheng listened to it, and understood: "Oh..."

He doesn't like that drunkard, he hates the house, including Uncle Liang.

"Brother," Baozhan whispered, a little shy, "I want to treat you to dinner tonight."

Kuang Zheng smiled: "You don't go to work at night?"

"Take another day off." Baochan made a big decision.

Kuang Zheng was playing with a small ornament on Clemen's table, the limited edition Deadpool, and Clemen's heart was bleeding: "No need, I eat at your place every day."

Baochan insisted: "Not at home this time, go out to eat."

"Okay," Kuang Zheng reluctantly said, "Send me the time and place."

"Well," Baochan said with a smile, "see you tonight."

"See you tonight."

Kuang Zheng hung up the phone and found that the people around him were looking at him with weird eyes. He frowned and changed into a terrifying VP look: "What are you looking at?"

Everyone lowered their heads, and he patted the table: "Duan Xiaojun, bring me the list of potential buyers you made last time."

Duan Xiaojun quickly went back to his seat to turn it over, turned it out and handed it to him, then took a pen, made a mark while reading it, and then threw it to Duan Xiaojun: "Call in this order, let Clemen teach you how to say it," he threw down the pen, and clicked. Click Clemen, "Do you understand what I mean?"

From the list of potential buyers he asked for, Clemen guessed what he wanted to do, but still found it unbelievable that Kuangzheng really wanted to play like this: "Ming, understand!"

Kuang Zheng turned back to the VP room. Clemen hadn't recovered from the shock. Duan Xiaojun asked blankly, "Manager, what does the boss want me to do?"

"We are going from a seller to a buyer." Clemen was so excited that his voice trembled a little, "Call all potential buyers and let them hire us. Wanrong will meet Millennium again at the management meeting!"

What?Duan Xiaojun was stunned. For the same transaction, the seller's business failed, and Kuangzheng actually wanted to transfer to the buyer. This is really... ferocious and inhuman.

The next day, Duan Xiaojun temporarily escaped from the valuation pains and fell into the sales hell. This kind of promotion call is not easy to make, and there are complicated communication links in the middle. Clemen has taught all the "speaking skills". He typed it out and posted it on the table. The focus is to hear the meaning of the other party's words, and transfer the valuable ones to Clemen. , by management for PR.

The efficiency of M&A is very high. By the end of get off work time, the target company has been identified. After Bai Yinwu's approval, it is confirmed that it is the old air transportation group-Wanguo Airlines.

When Kuangzheng walked out of the 57th floor, he was the all-powerful M&A master again. He glanced at WeChat and saw Baochan's message: [-] o'clock, South Exit of Shimao Pedestrian Street.

Driving to the World Trade Center at this time was looking for death. He stared at the line of words, speechless, gritted his teeth and walked towards the Financial Street subway station.For at least five years, he hadn't tasted the taste of canned sardines, and he was beaten back to his original shape in an instant, and he had the illusion that all the money he had earned all these years was for nothing.

Arriving at the World Trade Center, the time was just right, the subway entrance was facing the entrance of the pedestrian street, there was a traffic lane across, and there was a constant flow of people. He saw Baochen at a glance, faded jeans, and a T-shirt that couldn't be more simple. With a large canvas bag on his shoulders, he sat alone on the stone steps by the side of the road.

A lonely silhouette in the prosperity of the prosperous age.

Kuang Zheng walked over quickly: "Hi!"

When Baochan saw him, he smiled, patted his butt and got up from the ground, and called affectionately: "Brother."

Kuangzheng likes to hear him called brother, he is very sincere, without any familiarity: "Which store?"

Baochan pointed to the front: "Xiaodian, don't dislike me."

Kuangzheng followed him, it was really a small shop, in a crappy corner at the end of the pedestrian street, there were quite a few customers, there were several tables at the door, and there were sitting Qinglong on the left and white tiger on the right.

"Baochan," Kuangzheng didn't want to go in, his shirt was already soaked, and he was uncomfortable covering himself in his suit, "Change to another one, I'll invite you."

"There is air conditioning in the room." Baozhan was a little embarrassed, "I made an agreement with the boss and reserved a seat for us."

Kuang Zheng glanced at the guests around him, and those people also looked at him, the two were at odds.

"His family's roasted pigeon is quite delicious..." Baochan couldn't continue, and lowered his head awkwardly.

Kuangzheng would feel full after hearing the roasted pigeons, and since it was a roadside stall, he could only think of bird flu. If it was someone else, he would turn his head and leave, even Miss Asia, that is, Baochan, so he bit the bullet and went in.

The room is ok, considered clean, the old air conditioner is humming, the boss is a woman, with the boldness of a Kuaishou anchor, Baochan ordered food, took out an envelope from the canvas bag, and solemnly handed it over.

"What?" Kuang Zheng opened it and saw that it was a wad of money.

"I went to ask for leave just now, just in time for salary payment," Baochan said embarrassedly, "I took out two hundred."

Kuang Zheng didn't count, but it looked like seven or eight thousand: "Then two hundred is the price of this meal?"

He exposed it face to face, Baochan blushed slightly: "Repay you first."

Kuangzheng knew him well and didn't refuse. Just as he put the envelope into the inner pocket of his suit, Baochan opened the canvas pocket: "Brother, you're hot, take off your suit, I specially brought a pocket."

He is very careful, and Kuang Zheng was a little warmed up, but he couldn't hold back his mouth. He took off his suit and said, "I just gave you the money, so I'm going back now?"

"I'll return it to you when I get home!" Bao Chan glared at him, took the suit and folded it into his pocket, "If I can really get sponsorship this time, I will definitely treat you to a good meal in the future!"

He lost his mind, and Kuang Zheng regretted that he didn't hold back just now.

"I can only afford to invite you here now," Baochan squeezed out a smile, so brilliant, but could not hide his inferiority complex, "I will do my best to thank you."

"Brother," he filled the beer and drank it in one gulp, "thank you for taking care of me."

Kuangzheng was afraid of this kind of true feelings. If he was in their line of business, his sincerity would have cost him money.

"Knowing you, I saw another world," Baochan said with emotion, holding an empty cup, "The world is so big, and there are so many things I haven't seen before. I want to work hard and become better."

After finishing speaking, he laughed again: "But I'm not capable, and I will never become a person like you in this life."

"A person like me?" Kuang Zheng squinted his eyes. Someone who drives a good car, lives in a big house, and spends money like water?It turned out that what Baochan wanted was just...

"You can make phone calls in English," Baochan recalled every moment of their acquaintance. "Never looked down on me and lent me money. You helped me in a silent way."

Kuang Zheng was stunned.

"You waited for me at the Emerald Sun at [-] o'clock in the middle of the night, and you came to pick me up at the police station without asking any questions, and the things you ate every day were all supported by money, but you never mentioned money."

Fuck me!Kuang Zheng's eye sockets were a little hot, he quickly lowered his head and fiddled with the plastic plates on the table.

"Brother, I won't let you take care of me all the time. When I get better, I'll buy you dinosaur eggs, and treat you to Philip and that foie gras."

Kuangzheng's heart began to beat, no, it wasn't a jump, it was so hot that it was burning from his chest, what he gave to Baochan was not as good as one-tenth of what he used to give to those little girlfriends, but what he got in exchange was Baochan's never forgetting.

"Let's not talk about this..." He poured himself wine, not caring whether it was inferior or fake wine.

"Brother," Baochan held his hand, "I'll drink it, you still have to drive."

After ten years of graduation from Kuangzheng University, he has always been materialized as a symbol, "investment banker" and "rich". Even in the eyes of relatives, he is also a faceless label.But Baochan has seen his true self. He is as ferocious as a beast in the industry, he can calculate opponents, and use deception when necessary, but he is an ordinary person in his bones, and he also has sympathy and kindness, and will help others.

The roasted pigeons and skewers came up. To be more precise, they were called roasted pigeons with loess mud. When I looked around, I saw four big black lumps in front of me, two of them, and two of Baozhang, lying on the plate abruptly.

"Brother, you don't know how to eat, do you?" Bao Chan was a little teasing, his wonderful eyes cast over him, like a ray of moonlight, familiar.

Kuangzheng was a little dazed, Baochan leaned towards him, pinched the black lump with both hands, and broke it from the middle, the smell of charcoal mud mixed with the delicious smell of meat first wafted away, and under the hardened soil was light pink tender meat , with steaming heat and dripping juice.

"One of the best in the world." Baochan endured the heat and tore the pigeon to pieces. His fingertips were red and eye-catching.

Kuangzheng felt hungry, and he didn't know if it was the pigeons, the dirt, or those painful fingertips, something indescribable awakened from his body, like animal nature, or love, on this summer night, in this humble little room The store, accompanied by the hearty laughter of the proprietress, was caught off guard and entered my heart.