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Kuang Zheng came down from the 62nd floor, and threw a stack of documents on Duan Xiaojun's desk nearby: "Wan Guo signed it," he unbuttoned his suit, and began to click, "Clemen, Xiaodong," he pointed to Duan Xiaojun, "and you, The Wanguo project team is the only buyer group for more than a year, how to do it, remember?"

"Remember," Xiaodong cried, "There are endless valuation suggestions!"

To participate in the transaction on behalf of the seller, the investment bank only does a detailed valuation once, but it is different for the buyer service. First, it needs to evaluate the millennium, and secondly, it needs to establish a rigorous financial model to analyze the future profitability of the millennium. After the data room is opened, it is necessary to The most terrifying thing is to update the valuation or even overturn and redo it. M&A has to analyze the impact of this transaction on IWC and calculate various financing options on this basis.

"Last time..." Duan Xiaojun remembered, in Kuangzheng's office, "Manager, what do you think Millennium might want to sell to...a financial buyer?"

Clemen smashed his fist, he almost forgot.

"Dong Daxing may want to sell to a financial buyer," Kuang Zheng analyzed, "but his management doesn't necessarily think so. As long as people who are still receiving wages in the millennium, they must hope for a quick and smooth transition, on the premise of maintaining profit growth. Under this circumstance, expand business to the greatest extent and increase salary.”

"But Dong Daxing is the largest shareholder of Millennium," Clemen reminded, "he holds more than 40% of the shares and has the right to make decisions."

"Then he can't ignore the opinions of the management and shareholders," Kuang Zheng asserted. "When we do M&A, we must first understand that IWC, which is in the same industry, has mature civil aviation management experience and top domestic airline resources, is the Millennium management. Best option right now."

These words must be logical and bold, and everyone in the office area silently shouted in their hearts: The boss is so handsome!

"Duan Xiaojun," Kuangzheng is doing that habitual waist pinching movement again. Others pinching his waist may be either feminine or rustic. He has a domineering air, and his hands are loosely placed on his hips, causing Duan Xiaojun's eyes to follow his hipbones. Go straight down... Kuang Zheng instructed him, "As an acquirer, you must consider a financing plan..."

"Boss, you don't need to worry about it," Clemen was already looking for boilerplate files in the computer, "I'm a rookie."

Kuang Zheng was a little upset halfway through his words, and was about to continue when Duan Xiaojun said, "Manager, can you stop calling me a rookie..."

"When will you give me the preferred stock to figure it out, and when will I admit that you are an analyst."

"I got it right last time!"

"It took you half an hour," Clemen hit him. "When you stay up late and work overtime so sleepy that you can't keep your eyes open, and you can quickly figure out the cost of preferred shares, you are a qualified analyst."

When the two of them said something to each other, Kuang Zheng couldn't get in his mouth at all, and he felt helpless when the child grew up.

"I have to work overtime again tonight..." Xiaodong also joined in.

"The eel rice restaurant last time was pretty good." Duan Xiaojun was already thinking about supper.

"It's too expensive." Xiaodong complained.

"Brother, I invite you two." Clemen packed all the purchase proposals into a big package and sent it to Duan Xiaojun, "add another sea urchin."

The three of them chatted... Kuang Zheng was like a lonely old father, silently returning to the VP room, he walked for a while before Duan Xiaojun found out, and then realized that before he knew it, he had integrated into the group on the 57th floor.

"Oh, that's not right," he suddenly thought, "I haven't made the promotion document yet, why did Wan Guo sign it?"

Clemen didn't even raise his head: "Xiaodong, tell him."

Xiaodong poked his head out from the side of the desk: "The promotion document is just a formality. There is no business in an investment bank because the promotion document is easy to close."

But some failed due to errors in the promotion documents... Duan Xiaojun was ashamed: "Why is that?"

Xiaodong blinked: "The personal relationship of the bosses."

"Oh……"

No wonder Kuang Zheng dared to let him, a rookie, do promotions... Duan Xiaojun downloaded Clemen's file package while feeling depressed, unzipped it and double-clicked the folder, the screen was full of Excel sheets, his eyes were darkened, and he threw himself on the table and pretended to be dead .

"Manager," Xiaodong laughed tremblingly, "The rookie has collapsed."

Wanguo made proper arrangements, and Fusion followed suit step by step. Kuangzheng left the office on time at seven o'clock, instead of picking up the car, he squeezed the subway to Shimao Pedestrian Street.

Baochan was still waiting for him by the side of the road, carrying a canvas bag and waving at him against the light.

Kuang Zheng trotted over, and the two walked side by side in tacit understanding, walking along the busy road to the end of the pedestrian street. It was autumn and the wind was not so hot, so they scratched their hair itchy.

Kuangzheng fell in love with the same roasted pigeon with loess clay once. This time he treated guests, he took off his suit and gave it to Baochan when he entered the room, and then he asked the proprietress to order.

Four pigeons, a few bunches of green vegetables, and a bottle of beer, Baochan can’t drink. The last time I had a glass and a half, my face was flushed, and I couldn’t look at it like a little girl. “Excuse me,” Kuangzheng told the proprietress, “it must be from a regular manufacturer.”

"Oh brother," the proprietress said with a taste of the Northeast, "what you said, your brother can't drink, what does it have to do with our wine, it's all real wine, anti-counterfeit!"

Kuang Zheng seldom dealt with people of this level, so he couldn't help laughing: "Okay, you need to worry about it."

Baochan said from the other side of the table: "Brother, we're out again... Is Dahei starving because he can't find anything to eat?"

"Dahei?" Kuang Zheng handed the menu to the proprietress.

Baochan put his hands on his head and made dog ears.

Kuangzheng was startled, he couldn't believe that anyone could be so cute even if he was killed, he raised the corners of his mouth, thinking that even if he didn't have a penny, he could be poor and happy with Baochan.

"How about..." Baochan thought for a while, "Let's raise it, let's raise it together?"

"You want to keep a dog, we bought it." Kuangzheng opened the disposable chopsticks, imitating the people around him, rubbing them repeatedly, "wild dogs are not good, I haven't developed a good habit since I was a child, if I bite you, the rabies injection will cost thousands of dollars .”

"Thousands..." Hearing this number, Baochan was a little hesitant.

After rubbing the chopsticks, Kuangzheng's cell phone rang, and "Ms. Ouyang" was displayed on the screen, and he picked it up: "Hello, Mom?"

Kuang's mother was not happy when she heard the noise on the phone: "Where is it, so noisy?"

Kuang Zheng also found it difficult to answer the phone, and was very impatient: "Dinning outside."

Kuang's mother was even more unhappy when she heard his tone: "When will you eat in this environment?"

Kuangzheng committed a big taboo as soon as he got annoyed, and asked, "Mom, are you okay?"

"Of course I have something to do, can I call you if I have nothing to do?" Kuang's mother's voice suddenly became several times louder, "I have time to eat with friends, but I don't have time to ask for a wife, you little bastard!"

As soon as she mentioned this, Kuangzheng's brain hurts: "I'm begging, I'm begging." He perfunctory, and had an idea, "My future wife will sit opposite me, and I won't talk to you."

"Pfft—" Baochan had just swallowed his saliva and sprayed it all out.

Kuang didn't change his face and heartbeat, he slightly raised his head, and touched his lips with his index finger to tell him to keep quiet.

"You liar," Kuang's mother didn't believe it, "Which girl, if you take her to that kind of place for dinner, she will marry you!"

"She's different from other girls," Kuang Zheng said nonsense, "I don't care about my money, she only cares about me."

"I don't believe it..." Kuang's mother was a little convinced, "Take a photo and show it to my mother."

When the roasted pigeon was served, Kuangzheng loosened his neckline: "She is shy."

"Then take pictures of bags and high heels," Kuang's mother insisted, "Anyway, I want to see this daughter-in-law today!"

Kuangzheng couldn't fill the hole he dug, he lowered his eyes, and suddenly saw the silver bracelet on Baochan's hand, and a pair of small bells tied with red silk thread: "Hang it up, I'll send you a photo."

After speaking, he stood up.

Baochan stared at him warily: "What are you doing?"

"Help me a favor," Kuang Zheng bent down, squeezed Bao Chan in, and sat on a chair with him in a small space. He wrapped his arms around his shoulders from behind and held his left wrist, "I Mom misses her daughter-in-law crazy."

The mobile phone focuses, a big hand in the lens, it looks like Bao Chan's wrist is very thin, and the hair is also light, plus the silver bracelet wrapped with red string, the filter is delicate and tender, click, the photo is there.

"Aren't you lying to her?" Baochan disagreed.

Kuang Zheng couldn't help it: "You will understand when you are urged to marry every day."

Just as they were talking, two elder brothers with flower arms wearing gold chains opened the door and came in. When they looked up, they saw them—the elders were crowded on a chair, and they were facing each other and touching their hands...

Kuang Zheng didn't pay attention, he got up to send a photo to his mother, the two older brothers walked across from him, touched their shoulders when they were wrong, and one of them muttered: "Dead gay."

Kuang Zheng was taken aback: "Who are you talking about?"

"Talking about you," the elder brother looked him up and down with disdain, "what's the matter?"

Kuangzheng ignored him, and was about to sit down, when the man rushed towards Baochan again: "Fuck, the second chair (1), smelly and shameless!"

Now Kuangzheng quit, went up and grabbed his chain, regardless of the man's dragon, snake, tiger and leopard: "Hey, apology."

"What's the matter!" The two of them were quite big, one left and one right pushed Kuangzheng outward, Baochan hurried up when he saw this, grabbed one of them's arm, and exerted his strength secretly.

The man immediately let go and stared at him in surprise.

"They're all here to eat," Bao Chan stood in front of Kuangzheng, straightened his back, and turned slightly sideways, making it easy to get out, "Don't hurt your temper."

The two of them didn't dare to provoke him for a while, and they didn't want to be outdone. The four of them started yelling in a small shop. The proprietress called the police, and the police station arrived after a while.

This generation is a prosperous area, and there are many policemen on patrol. Three people came, and after a closer look, one of them knew each other.

"Yo," the little policeman who dealt with Bao Chan's beating last time, still remembers Kuang Zheng, "Isn't this the big boss who keeps talking about finding a lawyer? What's wrong, tell me!"

The two big brothers told about their "homosexuality", and Kuangzheng and Baochan couldn't laugh or cry when they heard it: "Comrade policeman, we... don't have that kind of relationship at all!"

They told the story again, but the little policeman always had a weird expression of "so you two have this kind of relationship", and after the incident, he went back to educate the two elder brothers: "What age are you, and you still discriminate against them! It’s okay, I didn’t do anything, if there is a fight, I have to go in and squat!”

"No..." Kuang Zheng's head was buzzing, "We really don't..."

"I know," the little policeman turned around, with a secretive expression on his face, "I realized it last time. Now it is a harmonious society. Individuals are allowed to pursue their own way of life, but they must also pay attention to the impact."

Kuang Zheng stared at his harmless face, vomiting old blood in his throat, internally injured.

(1) Two chairs: dialect, referring to people who are neither male nor female, a derogatory term.