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Baochan and Kuangzheng walked side by side on the way to the subway station, carrying a large plastic bag with four roasted pigeons in it, neither of them spoke, surrounded by lights like daylight and young men and women running past laughing.

It's hard to say who looked at who first, but they just looked at each other, and the two laughed.

"Why did this happen to me?" Baochan said helplessly.

Kuang Zheng snorted coldly: "Homophobia is a closet."

"What do you mean?"

"The more people react to homosexuality, the more interested they are, so they have to be particularly resistant," Kuang Zheng changed the burning pigeon, "straight men like us are very frank."

Bao showed a puzzled look: "Straight?"

Kuang Zheng glanced at him: "You don't understand anything, how did you survive until today?"

Bao Chan glared at him: "Why do I know those things?"

Kuang Zheng thought for a while: "It's common sense."

Baochan disagreed: "How can a man like a man? It's all rumors. Have you ever seen a homosexual?"

I've seen it before, Kuang Zheng used to be a colleague in London, but when he saw Bao Chan's bewildered face under the street lamp, he shook his head: "I haven't seen it before."

"It's still true, maybe he has a good relationship," Baochan leaned over and whispered, "I also slept in the same bed as a man, am I gay too?"

They were having sex, and in a sensational way, Kuang Zheng kept silent and changed the subject: "I've been wanting to ask you, why are you wearing a girl bracelet?"

Baochan subconsciously held his left hand, and said after a while, "My mother left it for me."

Kuang Zheng understood and nodded silently.

"My father died when I was very young, and my mother..." Baochan sighed, recalling those gloomy days in the past, "My mother is not a person who lives a life. I was so hungry that I cried on the bed, and she was drying my hair in front of the dressing table. , there is a CD player on the table, which always plays Feng Feifei's "Coincidence."

Kuang Zheng looked at him with a frown.

"Have you heard of "Coincidence"?" Baochan tilted his head, and the night wind blew half of his forehead hair, and sang softly, "There are so many people in the world, but you met me..."

There are so many people in the world, under the neon lights, in the crowd, Kuang Zheng was a little dazed, but let me meet you.

"Later she married again, she was a drunkard, and if you beat her, you beat me too." Baochan lowered his head, "I beat her away within two years, but she didn't take me with her."

Kuangzheng was stunned. He thought Baochan's "leave" meant relics, but he didn't expect it to be his thoughts after being abandoned by his biological mother.

"That day she came to school for the first time, took the bracelet off her arm through the big iron gate, and put it on my hand." Baochan's voice trembled, "but she didn't say a word."

"Bao Chan." Kuang Zheng called him.

"Huh?" Baochan snorted out of his nose.

"Stop it," Kuang Zheng put his arms around his shoulders and patted him, "It's all over."

"Brother, there are so many people..." Bao Chan muttered.

"Whatever, I don't care."

Kuang Zheng didn't let go, just walked forward with his arms in his arms. On the bustling street, no one cared about this pair of passers-by who were head-to-head. In the vast world, everyone has their own joys and sorrows.

Taking the subway to Financial Street, Kuangzheng went back to the company to pick up the car. He happened to be hungry, so the two of them solved the burning pigeon in the car, and opened a fresh box when they got home. Today’s fruit is Fujian Lychee King. It’s too much for one person to eat. , nestled on the sofa and watched TV for a while, and went home to sleep.

The next day, I took Baozhan to the city, and turned to go to the company. In the morning, the IWC consultant team went to the Millennium headquarters to do due diligence. Clemen took Duan Xiaojun there, leaving Xiaodong at home to do marketing documents.

Xiaodong was depressed at first, just after eleven o'clock, Kuangzheng called inside, and threw him a word: "Don't do it, let's go visit the class."

The boss has always had this style, and he didn't explain clearly. Xiaodong reacted, and immediately sent a message to Duan Xiaojun with bright eyes: The boss wants to take me to you, for a ride!world of two people!

After a while, Duan Xiaojun replied: Young man, find out your gender first.

Xiaodong: For the sake of the boss, I can abandon my gender!

Duan Xiaojun: You can abandon it, but others can't.

Then sent a "Wake up!" emoticon package.

Xiaodong: ...Stop talking nonsense, where will we meet?

Duan Xiaojun: Opposite to Millennium, in the parking area of ​​Real Estate Plaza.

Kuangzheng drove, Xiaodong sat in the co-pilot, and drove all the way to Fupeng Mountain in the western suburbs. This area is a newly planned development zone, and the Millennium Building is located at the foot of the green mountain.

Duan Xiaojun was sitting in Clemen's car, a Volvo V90, and saw the flamboyant blue Panamera from a distance, and the two got off together.

"Boss," Clemen reported first when we met, "The person with G&S represents China Airlines."

G&S is a long-established investment bank in the United States. It entered China at the beginning of the century and made several famous IPOs, including the listing of Millennium. The two sides are old friends. This time, they represent China Airlines, which is known as the "first international airline". They have a good chance of winning.

"G&S...it's not easy," Kuang Zheng locked the car, turned around and asked Duan Xiaojun, "Do you have an idea about due diligence?"

Due diligence is a relatively important task in the early stage of M&A. In a sell-side transaction, analysts need to do a lot of research to get an accurate valuation, but investment banks on the buy-side are relatively less involved. Kuangzheng asked Clemen to bring Duan Xiaojun to educate him.

"I have read the certificates and regulations, environmental protection standards, and labor contracts. Millennium has done a watertight job, so it is difficult to lower the price." Duan Xiaojun looked at Kuangzheng. He is not wearing a suit today, but a simple shirt, which matches his daily style, and his hair is not much. Catch, the wind shakes slightly, with a false gentleness.

"It's not enough," Kuang Zheng lit a cigarette, "Let Wanguo find a way to get the top five contracts of Millennium's partners and suppliers, and let us analyze the upstream and downstream dependencies to kill his price."

Duan Xiaojun raised his eyebrows, Kuangzheng's attack was really ruthless.

"Are you surprised?" Kuangzheng saw his expression, "It's all a conventional method. If your promotion document has been paid a premium, you are counting planes at the Capital Airport."

Duan Xiaojun didn't understand, so he asked Clemen with his eyes, and Clemen explained to him: "Analyze Millennium's operating efficiency and management costs through the changes in the number of aircraft taking off and landing within a few days."

Duan Xiaojun suddenly realized that these investment banks really did everything they could to secure a deal.

"Apart from us and G&S today, who else is there?"

"There is also Yinhai Securities, which represents Litai Airlines, basically accompanying them."

"Li Tai," was the smallest company on Duan Xiaojun's buyer list, but Kuang Zheng didn't take it lightly, "Look at their financial report."

"I checked Litai," Duan Xiaojun said, "The information in our database is from last year."

"It's not a big deal," Kuangzheng stubbed out his cigarette, "everyone in Wanrong Building is out of breath and plays stocks. Litai must be bought by someone. Ask around in the group to get the latest quarterly report."

Clemen and Duan Xiaojun looked at each other, convinced.

Kuangzheng came here with nothing else to do, just to learn about the situation here, and by the way, invite these young people to have a meal. The place he chose is a French restaurant on the hillside of Fupeng, which mainly eats cheese.

The boss is from Masai, and he is keen on skiing. He decorated the private room to look like a cabin in the Alps, and chose a traditional Swiss pot. Four big men sat around the stove, which is quite interesting.

Authentic cheese fondue, the first few bites are very fragrant, and you will get tired after eating. Xiaodong and Duan Xiaojun had a lively chat. Kuangzheng poked salami one after another. Cheese, what is he eating” kind of boring thoughts.

Now that I remembered it, I called him, and he dialed: "Hello, me."

It was a very common sentence, but the eyes of the three people swept over.

Kuang Zheng narrowed his eyes, as if asking: What are you doing?

He didn't know how weird his tone was, it was flat, but also a little intimate, and it was low, and a little gentle. To the trio who were used to his sarcastic remarks, it was simply disgusting... The three shook their heads at the same time, Bluntly look away.

"Have you eaten yet?" Kuang Zheng ignored them and asked while playing with a fork, "What did you eat?"

Those three people stared wide-eyed, and the goosebumps on their arms rose.

"I ate." Kuangzheng stood up and walked to the window. Outside the window was a cypress tree, and the sun shone through the tops of the forest. "It's not bad. The scenery is not bad. I'll bring you here next time."

Xiaodong winked at Clemen vigorously.

"Girlfriend." Clemen said angrily, with three words, Duan Xiaojun stopped stirring the cheese.

"No way..." Xiaodong cried silently, "No woman is worthy of our boss!"

"Boss," Clemen glanced at Kuang Zheng's back, "It's really not good to see women..."

"It's more than impossible," Xiaodong said with a heartbroken look on his face. "He only looked at his legs when he was looking for girlfriends. There must be several of them. They all danced at the music academy. Addition and subtraction within [-] would be laborious!"

"You're discriminatory," Duan Xiaojun smiled, and then asked Clemen nonchalantly, "Manager, have you seen the boss's new girlfriend?"

"No," Clemen explained to them, "but it must be. When he went to Hainan that day, he called as soon as he got in the car and said he couldn't go back. He also said that the food in the refrigerator should not be left for him..."

"Mist Grass!" Xiaodong interjected, "Is this living together?"

"The boss still refuses to admit it." Clemen pushed his head away, "In front of Boss Bai, he insisted that it was a man and his neighbor."

"I'll go..." Xiaodong posted back, "It can't be some forbidden love, right?"

Duan Xiaojun and Clemen both looked at him.

"A married woman or something..."

Duan Xiaojun rolled his eyes: "Can you hope the boss is better?"

Xiaodong muttered: "This is the best I can think of..."

Clemen covered his mouth and said to Duan Xiaojun: "With the face and figure of the boss, it is not difficult to find a director's daughter. She will rush to her in two years, so there is no need to work hard with us here."

Director... Duan Xiaojun stared at the gurgling pot of cheese in front of him, and felt that a man like Kuang Zheng, let alone the director's daughter, was not good enough for even the director.

At this time, a hand was clapped on his shoulder, "What are you talking about?" Kuangzheng came back from the phone call, and sat down beside him, with a slight citrus smell piercing through the rich cheese aroma, "Have you finished eating? Let's go after eating. "

Duan Xiaojun lowered his head and imagined his girlfriend, probably with such a refreshing smell.