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These few days, Baozhan has been busy moving the troupe, and Kuangzheng has also reached the critical period of the second round of quotations for the millennium. The two of them have a lot of things at hand. The key, wearing a pajamas, crossed the road to Baochan's door.

He opened the door familiarly, and when he lowered his head, there was a big black dog squatting in the room. Kuang Zheng was taken aback, and so was the dog.

The big black dog seemed to want to go out, wandering around the door, Kuangzheng pushed the door open for it, it stood up wagging its tail, its hind legs were basically healed, its movements were very flexible, but it was a little lame.

Kuangzheng changed his shoes and entered the house, the fresh package was placed on the kitchen floor, before he could unpack it, a few changes of clothes were thrown on the sofa, and there were two shriveled orange peels on the coffee table.

He tiptoed up to the second floor and came to the door of the bedroom. There was a long leg lying across the light blue bed, straight and beautiful, not inferior to the dancing girlfriends of Kuang Zheng before.

Baochan likes to sleep with the quilt sandwiched between him. He found out before Kuangzheng. He went in with a smile and stood at the head of the bed to look at him. He wore a goose brand T-shirt and cotton shorts, which was unpretentious and natural.

"Hmm..." Baochan turned over, opened his eyes slightly, and saw a black cloud covering the head of the bed in a trance, all the muscles in his body tensed up, and he suddenly sat up from the bed.

Kuang Zheng was wearing silk pajamas, a luxurious graphite color, attached to his well-proportioned body, with half of his collarbone exposed, gorgeous and sexy.

"Brother?" Baochan lay back rubbing his eyes, "You scared me to death."

"I haven't seen you for a few days," Kuang Zheng stared at his slender calf, "come to see you."

"Come on, call me," Baochan obviously didn't want to get up, hummed and turned over, "I almost kicked you if you were so big and poked at the edge of the bed."

Kuang Zheng was overjoyed, sat down on the corner of the bed, grabbed his ankle and weighed it: "Come on, kick one."

"Don't make trouble," Baochan burrowed into the quilt, and stepped on his thigh with the other foot, "I've been moving things and working part-time these past two days, and I'm exhausted."

This kid can act like a baby, Kuang Zheng thought it was fun, and he didn't want to let him sleep: "Get up, hurry up, brother is hungry."

Baochan began to hum, and while humming, he rubbed on the bed. After dawdling for a long time, he was still afraid that his brother would be hungry, so he reluctantly got up from the bed to brush his teeth.

The two went downstairs together, you pat me, I give you a compliment, laughing as they passed the living room, Baochan looked at the empty cardboard box by the wall: "Did you let Dahei out?"

"Can I not call him Dahei?" Kuang Zheng didn't like the name, "Taicun."

"What's that called?"

"William, Shasha, Stuart," Kuangzheng gave a range, "You choose."

"Brother," Baozhan glanced at him sideways, "You have very bad taste in naming."

"I'm bad?" Kuang Zheng snorted coldly. "When I was in school, I took electives in the history of European and Arabic literature, as well as [-]th century existential literature. I am a master of taste."

Baochan took last night's mung bean porridge out of the refrigerator and cracked a few more eggs: "Why does it not match Dahei's temperament?"

Kuangzheng thought of something, unlocked the phone, opened the Bluetooth settings, a list of newly refreshed devices, found the item "livingrm&kitchenhi-fi", changed the name to "Your brother Kuang said William is William," and clicked to connect.

Baochan was cracking eggs when music suddenly sounded overhead. It was Armstrong's old jazz "What A Wonderful World".It was the first time he heard it, and a hoarse male voice sang slowly in his ear, as if he was groaning, or confiding. Even if he couldn't understand English, he knew it was a happy song.

"Isee trees of green, red rosestoo. Iseethembloomformeandyou," Kuang Zheng sang along while washing the dishes, "AndIthinktomyself, whatawonderfulworld..."

Whatawonderful world, I understood this sentence, "What a wonderful world", he turned his head to look at Kuangzheng, Kuangzheng hummed a song and looked at him, the two hearts were close to each other, smiling at each other.

"Brother, you heat the porridge, and I scramble eggs."

Kuangzheng scratched his hair helplessly: "Actually... I don't know how to cook porridge."

"Ah?" Baochan recalled the first time they met, and Kuangzheng swore that he would, "Then before you..."

"I wasn't familiar with you at that time," Kuang Zheng lifted his chin lazily, "I wasn't telling the truth."

Baochan didn't care if he was telling the truth, but blamed him for starving himself, so he poured a ladleful of water into the pot: "Turn on the fire," and then gave him the spoon, "Stir it and it won't get mushy." gone."

Kuang Zheng has never done this kind of "manual work" in his old age: "Isn't there water in the porridge?"

"Rice absorbs water, and it dries up overnight."

"Oh," Kuang Zheng understood, grasping the spoon clumsily, stirring in the pot for a while, the aroma of the porridge slowly wafted out, and there were Baochan's scrambled eggs, the roughest starch and oil, which were on the fitness trainer's taboo list Kuangzheng couldn't wait for No.1, he just wanted to feast on it.

The two chatted while eating, and they left home after eight o'clock. When Kuangzheng arrived at the company, it was already ten o'clock, and there was no one in the parking lot. He parked his car in the B3 area, and suddenly a big G drove in from the opposite F area, with a rumbling engine. , violent brake pads, the headlights went out, and Dai Shan came down from above in an olive green suit.

Kuang Zheng tightened his tie, tilted his head slightly, opened the door and stepped out.The two saw each other from a distance, they were both handmade cowhide shoes and high-end suits, the only difference was in style, one was superficial and the other was coquettish.

"Mr. Kuang." Dai Shan greeted first.

"Deputy President." Kuang Zheng did not show any weakness.

They walked into the elevator side by side, each according to their respective floors, Daishan's perfume smell was still pungent, and Kuangzheng despised his preferences from the bottom of his heart: "President Dai has kept a low profile recently."

"Oh?" Daishan flipped through the quotations of US and Hong Kong stocks on his mobile phone, "Don't worry, baby, I'm watching you."

Baby, this kind of blatant provocation made Kuang Zheng frown.

The elevator went to the capital market department first, Dai Shan went down, turned around suddenly, and smiled at Kuang Zheng outside the slowly closing elevator: "I heard that you lost the bill for Millennium," he clicked his gums with the tip of his tongue, and said He said a meaningful sentence, "I'll wait and see what happens to you."

With a click, the elevator door closed, and the car went up quickly. Kuang Zheng's face was livid. Qianxi's mistake might have made him miss the executive vice president, but Daishan used the word "end", which seemed to mean something.

With a ding, the elevator door opened on the 57th floor. He adjusted his breathing and walked out with his head held high.

Stepping into the office area, there is a bright figure standing directly in front of the line of sight, Armani's latest style, luxurious silver-gray, with an elegant figure with wide shoulders and long legs. Grabbed it carefully, and called out docilely: "Boss."

It was Duan Xiaojun, Kuang Zheng raised his eyebrows in surprise.

He walked towards the VP room, his eyes were still on the kid, especially the cream tie on his chest, it must be a limited edition of some brand, Clemen walked towards him, and Kuangzheng grabbed him: "What's wrong with Duan Xiaojun?"

"Probably stimulated."

"Ok?"

"He recently made an offer with me in Wanguo, and he has always dressed like this."

Kuang Zheng was curious: "Who provoked him?"

"I don't know, the yacht came back from the sea," Clemen said, "it was like this the next day."

Yachting... Kuangzheng remembered that he was the one who stimulated him, it was meaningless for him to let Duan Xiaojun put down those farts, and he also said that he was a son-in-law, which seemed to have hit his sore spot.

"Boss," Duan Xiaojun walked towards them, holding a crimson paper product in his hand, "The fused trade souvenir has been proofed."

According to the tradition of Wanrong, after each transaction is concluded, M&A will order a souvenir, sometimes a designer doll, sometimes a luxury jewelry, and give it to everyone involved in the transaction.This work is in charge of the junior analyst, but because of this suit, Duan Xiaojun doesn't look like an analyst at all, standing side by side with Kuang Zheng is a perfect match.

"What concept?"

"The inspiration is the popular Japanese 3D sticky note this year," Duan Xiaojun showed the 3D effect of proofing page by page, "The 2020 calendar will be made with Fusion Building as the main body, and the color will be Fusion's iconic flame red. If the concept is acceptable, I plan to invite Second-line luxury designer, limited to 500 copies."

"Okay," Kuang Zheng immediately made a decision, "Make the list, I'll sign it."

He turned around and pushed open the office door, and a few managers behind him came to look for Duan Xiaojun. The warm tone was completely different from when he was called a rookie a few months ago.

The door is gently closed, and Kuang Zheng is too lazy to smile. This is an investment bank. The best way to expand your circle of friends is to wear tens of thousands or even 10,000+ directly on your body.

After a while, Duan Xiaojun came in, holding a financial request slip, Kuang Zheng only glanced at the amount of money, and signed: "Why, don't you wear your ragged suit?"

Being alone with him, Duan Xiaojun was a bit indifferent: "Don't you say that I am a son of a son, I am a son of a son, I should be a son of a man."

Three "brothers" in one sentence, he was obviously playing his temper, Kuang Zheng raised his eyes, and tapped him with a pen: "Pride and pride."

Duan Xiaojun immediately asked: "Do you pet me?"

Kuang Zheng frowned, and pushed the receipt toward him: "I'm your boss, so be careful with what you say."

Duan Xiaojun fell silent.

"What brand is the tie?" Kuang Zheng leaned back in the chair.

Duan Xiaojun lowered his head and muttered, "I won't tell you."

"What a son," Kuangzheng shook his head, "Anyone else would flatter me and say, Boss, I just bought two, and I'll bring you the other tomorrow."

Then I rushed to buy another one, I will never wear this one, Duan Xiaojun learned another lesson.

"The end of Fusion, the valuation of Millennium," Kuang Zheng said instead, "Am I not pampering you enough to touch two big projects?"

Duan Xiaojun didn't keep up with his rhythm, and his eyes widened.

"Go out." Kuang Zheng waved his hand.

Duan Xiaojun didn't have time to say a word, and left angrily.

Kuang Zheng got up from the executive chair, went to the window to make a phone call, and dialed Bai Yinwu's number, without a word of nonsense, straight to the point: "Old Bai, that executive vice president, you can help me figure out a solution no matter what."