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The end of fusion is basically completed. Duan Xiaojun came out of Wanrong Building at 11:30. Kuang Zheng kindly gave him three days off. This was his first rest in two months since he came to M&A. He booked a plane ticket to Hokkaido tomorrow , I want to go to a hot spring to relax.

Get in a taxi, turn around, just after leaving the west entrance of Financial Street, Clemen called: "Hello, Xiaojun," without any preparation, "Come back, the vacation is cancelled."

"Manager, don't mess with me." Duan Xiaojun thought he was joking.

"The boss's order, come back immediately."

No way... Duan Xiaojun looked at his watch: "He just gave me the leave half an hour ago!"

"Well, it's gone now," Clemen seemed to be used to it, without the slightest surprise or regret, "IWC needs a financing plan."

Duan Xiaojun was silent for two seconds: "I have already bought the air ticket, and I will fly to Japan tomorrow!"

"Retired." Clemen's voice was very calm, and he could be heard typing at a constant speed, "The boss will give you a leave later, don't buy an air ticket impulsively, it's a waste of money."

"What do you mean?"

"I have been in Wanrong for two and a half years. I have had seven vacations and failed to take five. Once I was called back before boarding the plane." Clemen stopped talking to him, "Come back and talk."

After hanging up the phone, Duan Xiaojun was stunned for a while, remembering that when he first arrived at M&A, Kuang Zheng told him, "You and your time belong to the company" and "You have nothing but work", which is really fucking true , he laughed angrily, and said to the driver: "Master, go back to Financial Street, Wan Rong."

Taking the elevator up to the 57th floor, he took off his suit and threw it on the chair. He walked into the VP room. Clemen was discussing something with Kuang Zheng. When he saw him back, he reported the situation: "Millennium just called to encourage us to increase the quotation."

Duan Xiaojun was taken aback.

"Do you know what it means?" Kuang Zheng was leaning on the back of the chair, his long legs curled coquettishly, his tie was pulled open, his shirt was slightly unbuttoned, and he pinched the corners of his eyes wearily.

Duan Xiaojun didn't know and shook his head.

"The second round of quotations is the last round of quotations. Encouraging us to raise prices means that we are interested in us." Kuang Zheng opened his eyes and cast a sharp gaze over him. "At this stage, the seller wants to squeeze more money from the last buyer. .”

"Based on past experience," Clemen said, "no more than two companies will be notified of a price increase."

"Maybe it's just our family." Kuang Zheng smiled.

So does Clemen: "A millennium can't escape our grasp."

These two company killers... Duan Xiaojun just understood the smell, and Kuang Zheng said: "Let's mention it a little bit, the financing is not so complicated, and share a piece of the pie."

opposite?

He was referring to the Wanrong East Building, and Duan Xiaojun was sensitively aware that Kuang was trying to make a loan performance out of this transaction: "Bridge loan (1)?"

Kuang Zheng pointed his finger at him, implying that he was smart enough: "Let's make a plan."

Duan Xiaojun turned and opened the door, secretly scolding this guy who eats meat and doesn't even spit out his bones, and even canceled his vacation temporarily without a single explanation...

"Wait." Kuang Zheng called to stop him.

Duan Xiaojun stopped walking, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, he turned around, and in the next second a folder was thrown head-on, not thick, only dozens of pages.

"New case." Kuang Zheng turned off the computer and put away the documents on the table. "A financial buyer acquires an emerging self-media company. You should research first and ask Clemen if you don't understand."

After finishing speaking, he picked up his suit from the back of the chair: "Next weekend will be a fusion celebration." After Clemen finished picking up the materials, he turned off the lights and locked the door. "Wear nicely."

He withdrew, and Duan Xiaojun still had to stay and work overtime: "You're oppressing newcomers!"

Kuang Zheng smiled, he has always oppressed newcomers, he is well-known in the building, he put on a well-made custom-made suit, and walked towards the elevator with a beastly attire.

Coming out of Wanrong, he turned to Emerald Sun, and Baozhang was on shift. From 06:30 to 11:30, Kuangzheng called it a day to pick him up and go home.

The two of them were chatting all over the place in the car, and they somehow got to the men's social life. Kuangzheng always felt that Baochan's circle was narrow, and wanted to take him out to meet the world: "It happens that my company has a banquet next weekend, come over."

"I'm not going." Baochan was wearing a well-fitting suit, with his hands in his sleeves.

"Go as soon as I tell you," Kuangzheng said, "Can I hurt you?"

"You are all rich people..."

Kuang Zheng suddenly thought of a question: "Do you have formal clothes?"

Baochan didn't, and buried his face into Kuangzheng's suit collar: "Brother, don't worry about me, you have your circle, I have my friends, the two pools of water can't mix together."

Kuang Zheng didn't like to hear him say this kind of thing, he seemed to have some energy in his heart, Bao Chan couldn't miss anything other people had: "I'll take you to do something tomorrow."

"What age is it?" Baochan chuckled and looked out the window, "There is no place to make clothes."

As a result, there are indeed scissors, tape measure, iron, hand-sewn, in Zoumawan, the high-end shop that Kuang usually goes to, the owner is Taiwanese, 50 years old, very thin, with short gray hair, not much talk, The smile is kind.

The store is not big, and the decoration is not luxurious, but it has a kind of old-fashioned restraint. There are all kinds of suits and vests hanging on the wooden walls, some of which are beyond Baozhan's expectation.

"I thought..." He stared at the world of this western-style gentleman with fascination.

"What?" Kuang Zheng seemed to be out shopping with his wife, leaning on the sofa and playing with his mobile phone.

"I thought it was only women who had so much variety in their clothes."

Kuang Zheng flipped through the index funds for the past few days. He bought a lot a while ago, and the market is good: "Men and women are the same, people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles."

Baochan nodded: "I thought you were a little sissy before, but now I see it, I don't understand."

Kuang Zheng raised his head from the phone: "What did you say?"

Baochan said something wrong, so he immediately pursed his lips and remained silent.

"You say me," Kuang Zheng narrowed his eyes dangerously, "what?"

"Brother, I slipped my tongue..."

Kuang Zheng stood up with a dark face: "If I am a sissy, are there still men in this world?"

Baochan stepped back subconsciously: "It's not me... I won't be able to..."

"It's not you in the future," Kuang Zheng never thought that he could have anything to do with "mother", he simply insulted his chest muscles, "You used to have problems thinking that way!"

"You have a little..." Baochan muttered, "There are so many beautiful buttons, there is always a fragrance on the clothes, and you wear slippery pajamas..."

"I'm that..." Kuangzheng wanted to say that it was a taste, but the boss happened to come over after other guests, and kept saying "wait for a long time", asking Baozhan to get a measurement.

Kuang Zheng suppressed his anger, followed them to the fitting area at the corner of the store, drew the dark green thick velvet curtain, and was in a nostalgic private space.

"Sir," the boss's back was arched, and a measuring tape was hung on his arm, "please take off your coat."

Baochan handed the phone to Kuangzheng, but Kuangzheng didn't answer it, turned around, and sat on the duck-shaped footstool next to him.

Baochan's heart was pounding, and he glanced at him while taking off his clothes.

Kuangzheng found that he looked at him from time to time, and he looked so pitiful, so his anger subsided.

Baochan took off the T-shirt and jeans, revealing the pure white cotton shorts inside. When the boss saw it, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. He had never had such a shabby customer in his store.

Although it was only for a moment, Kuangzheng still caught it, and his heart tightened. It was not good for Baocun to wear it, but he was still uncomfortable being looked at by others in this way.

"Mr. has such a good figure," said the boss while pinching a tape measure, "well-proportioned and beautiful."

Complimenting customers is part of the service, but Baochan didn't understand, blushing and didn't answer.

"Especially the legs," the boss continued, "I have been tailoring clothes for so many years, and I have served many models, but it is rare to see such a perfect proportion."

Kuang Zheng stroked Bao Chan from head to toe with his eyes, shoulders are shoulders and hips are hips, waist is thin and legs are long, there is nothing redundant, and he silently agrees.

"Boss, you..." Baochan couldn't help boasting like that, he was very embarrassed, "It's too much."

"Excellent reputation", now few people use such an old word, the boss smiled slightly: "Your body has the unique charm of oriental people."

When he said this, Baochan understood that his body was the healthiest and most natural state of an Asian, flexible and powerful, unlike Kuangzheng's muscles trained by a fitness instructor and protein powder.

Gently, he said, "Thank you."

After measuring the size, Kuang Zheng kept thinking about it, and then went to choose the pattern and fabric. He kept low pressure the whole time, and didn't say much on the way back.Bao Chan didn't dare to make a sound, he endured it, and finally got to the place, and the two went home separately, but within 5 minutes, Kuang Zheng came back with a cardboard box.

"Brother..." Baochan deeply realized his mistake, even if he was beaten to death in the future, he would not dare to say that a man wearing jewelry, spraying perfume and silk clothes is a sissy!

Kuang Zheng put on his slippers, and immediately said, "Take off your pants."

Bao Chan blinked blankly: "...Huh?"

Kuang Zheng threw the paper box on the sofa, and there were two pairs of ice silk underwear, one black and one white: "Put them on."

Bao Chan looked at the picture on the box and almost missed the eye of a needle: "No, no, no," he turned his head away, "It's too transparent!"

"Who can see if you wear it inside, the crotch of the 3D stamping die is so comfortable to be naked," Kuangzheng said as he was about to untie his belt, "What I'm wearing is..."

"Brother! Brother!" Baochan hurriedly covered his face with his arm, "It's really unnecessary, take it back!"

"Listen to brother, go quickly," Kuangzheng urged him, "you will know when you try on the clothes next week, the fabric is thin in summer, and the pure cotton underwear will have a ridge, and the ice silk will not show the shape."

Unable to resist his persuasion, Baochan took out the underwear from the box, and it seemed like a puddle of water was about to melt into his palm: "It's so thin and revealing, why are we staying indoors..."

"What are men afraid of?"

Bao Chan shook his head: "That's too much."

"Which," Kuang Zheng patted his head, "I don't want to look at you, just don't stare at me."

Baochan lifted up the underwear and looked at it, it was a circle bigger than what he usually wears: "Brother, this is your size, I can't wear it."

"Ah?" Kuang Zheng leaned over, "Is there such a big difference between us?"

One [-], one [-], the difference is indeed a bit much.

"It's okay," Kuang Zheng said, taking out his mobile phone to make a call:

"Hey, where are you at the company?" Duan Xiaojun was on the other end, "Go and buy me a pair of underwear, ice silk ones, 180A, I'll send you the address on WeChat."

(1) Bridge loan: Simply understood, it is a bridging loan for financing.