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Bao Chan walked over, Kuang Zheng felt that he couldn't stop him, and quickly admitted his mistake: "Bao'er," he imitated Master Kuang, "What about me..."

Baochan passed him and saw the situation on the kitchen counter, his eyes straightened—the tenderloin that looked like a mouse had gnawed through it, two strips of bald green onion, and a large bowl of mush that he didn't know what it was, and the pots and pans were full. Not in the original position, the thawed blood trickled down the cabinet door, Bao Chan trembled: "Brother..."

"You are singing opera on an empty stomach," Kuang Zheng immediately explained, trying to win a leniency, "It's so late, I want to pick you up after finishing the meal..."

Bao Chan lowered his head and saw the plate fragments in the trash can. His favorite big white plate belonged to the owner: "How many did you break?"

"Ah?" Kuang Zheng followed his line of sight, "Just, just broke..."

Baochan pulled the canvas bag off his shoulder and swung it towards his buttocks. He didn't know what was in it, and it was so heavy that it slapped on his buttocks.

Kuangzheng hid out from the kitchen, shouting as he hid: "You are really good, Bao'er! You are willing to fight your brother!"

"Stay in the living room!" Bao Chan yelled at him, threw the bag over, Kuang Zheng caught it with both hands, held it in his arms, and sat down on the sofa in the living room with his tail between his legs.

Baochan rolled up his sleeves to clean up the mess, sang the show all night, came back without a hot meal, and there was still a lot of work waiting, he complained while doing it, Kuangzheng listened obediently, did not reply, the bag was square Like a book, he took it out and read: From Cradle to Grave—A Detailed Analysis of Private Banking.

Kuang Zheng was stunned, the new book, the receipt is still sandwiched in the title page, the professional book is not cheap, 52 yuan for a [-]% discount: "Bao'er, did you buy it?"

He held up the book and shook it, Baochan glanced over from the kitchen, and said coldly: "Cuixihua has a bookstore, and I think they sell a full range of books."

He didn't want to admit it, but Kuangzheng knew that he bought it on purpose because he was afraid that he would be transferred to a new department and would not be familiar with the business. I know everything, if you get a few pretty girls, the PR will be over."

"Look at what you said," Baozhan disagreed, "I turned two pages when the opening gong started, the work of private banking is quite meaningful." He remembered when they were in bed two days ago, when they mentioned private banking Kuang Zheng's contemptuous expression said, "The more you know, the more you like it."

significance?Kuang Zheng sneered, helping rich people open accounts in the British Virgin Islands (1), secretly buying overseas real estate for the third, fourth, and fifth children, and secretly dividing the property for illegitimate children. It's just a bit of a stinky gangster.

But he will not say these words to Baochan, he hopes that he is pure and sunny, and only knows the bright and beautiful side of the world.

Kuang Zheng opened the book, and the opening chapter is as follows: With the rapid development of China's economy, China's rich class is rapidly expanding at a speed that astonishes the world. The emerging rich class headed by entrepreneurial elites, industry leaders, and technology upstarts is becoming The wealth management field is competing for the object, and the traditional wealthy families are also beginning to face the critical period of enterprise and property inheritance. China is about to usher in a golden decade of private banking business.

This analysis agrees that China’s wealthy market is far more extensive than most countries in the world, but it lacks deep cultivation. Many wealthy people with a net worth of over [-] million still rely on stocks to buy houses to preserve their wealth.He went on to look down:

In recent years, foreign private banks have aggressively invaded China's high-net-worth client market. In addition to G&S Private Banking Department, Singapore's Durban Career Bank, and Hong Kong Furong Bank, Swiss veteran private banks with a history of [-] years have also landed in the mainland. The banking business has caused a certain degree of impact, but at the same time, there is still a serious shortage of high-end financial and legal service talents, mainly wealth planners, family lawyers, and tax accountants, and the private banking market is in the initial stage of short supply.

"Brother," Bao Chan came over with two bowls, "I'll have instant noodles tonight."

When Kuangzheng heard those three words, he felt physically sick. He frowned and was about to refuse. Baozhan put the noodle bowl on the coffee table. The golden noodle soup, a few slices of fried tenderloin, and slightly burnt green onion all had something to tantalize people's taste buds. color and fragrance.

"Is this instant noodles?" Kuang Zheng didn't believe it, picked it up with chopsticks, the noodles were really crooked.

"Scallion Pork Rib Noodles." Kuangzheng bought it last time at Emerald Sun, and Baochan sat down next to him, "I put all the onions you spoiled in it."

Kuangzheng followed him and said that a brother who is so close won't kill anyone: "Say it, as long as you feel happy." He put down the book, lowered his head and ate noodles, "As long as you don't get angry, I will let you do domestic violence."

"Someone abused you." Baochan muttered.

"Just now," Kuang Zheng turned around and pointed his butt towards him, "it's still hot now."

"Shameless..." Baochan glanced at him, "That tour, we start tomorrow afternoon, you bring some change of clothes."

"So fast?" Kuang Zheng was surprised, "A visa on arrival?"

Baochan had heard of the term "sign on arrival", but he didn't know what it meant. Kuangzheng realized that the advertising fee of 5 yuan and the money for props were set aside. Counting the six of him, it was not enough to go abroad: "Hong Kong? Macau?" Or, "Hainan? Yunnan?"

His thinking was still too limited, Baochan touched his lips: "Beidaihe."

"Where?" The noodles slid off the chopsticks.

Baochan turned to him and said word by word: "Bei, Dai, He."

That Beidaihe three hundred kilometers away?Kuang Zheng was stunned. When he was a child, Beidaihe was still a well-known resort. His parents took him with him. The picture of a family of three sitting on the crowded beach is still fresh in his memory. on the thigh.

"Last time you took me to see the sea," Baochan stirred the noodle soup, "the stars were so bright that day, I just thought... Brother, I don't know if I've seen such a sea before," he raised his head and looked at it with his lips pursed Kuangzheng, "After the master passed away, he didn't go to school. He wholeheartedly supported me to go to college. It was really difficult for him."

Kuang Zheng was dumbfounded, thinking of Shi Kuoting's face of a handsome guy in the alley. He was seventeen or eighteen years old, and he was still a child, but he had to bear the burden of Baochan's life like his father and elder brother.

The living room was quiet for a while, "By the way," Kuang Zheng changed the subject, "Why do people from the troupe call you Baochu?"

The word "chu" hit Baochan's sore spot, "I have never been a teacher," he said vaguely after eating a big mouthful of noodles, "it doesn't count as a professional background, 'chu' is the name for fans who go to sea."

Kuang Zheng seems to understand, he is not in the Beijing opera industry, and he does not know the clear distinction between "professional class" and "fancier". Just like he looks down on private banks in mergers and acquisitions, there is also an invisible chain of contempt in Liyuaner.

After filling his stomach, Kuangzheng went back to sleep, and Baochan took a shower and climbed into bed. Kuangzheng had slept on the bed, and the left half of the quilt was rolled up. He got in and grabbed his leg, and soon fell asleep.

This sleep was very good, and he didn't get up until the next day. He played with his mobile phone for a while and got out of bed to pack his things.According to Ying Xiaonong, the hotel provided toiletries. He only brought a few changes of clothes and emergency medicine, put them in a backpack, and threw them on the sofa.

Just finished cooking, Kuangzheng came over, dragging a big suitcase, black pure cowhide, with a retro one-shaped handle, he opened the suitcase in the center of the living room, the top layer was a few autumn casual clothes, and another A pile of bottles and jars that cannot be named.

"Brother?" Baochan followed him upstairs and watched him hang his clothes in his closet. Those creams and creams were all poked on the shelf in the bathroom, "What did you bring me, I don't want it."

"It's not for you." Kuangzheng still had a bottle of air fragrance in his hand, which had an elegant white tea flavor, and put it on the bedside, "I took a bath with you yesterday, and I didn't wipe anything. Today, my skin is rough. "

"My skin is fine." Baochan stuffed the fragrance back to him, "Take it away."

"I'll use it if you don't need it," Kuangzheng said with a frantic look, "Maybe I'll spend the night with you again one day, nothing is too bad."

He turned and went downstairs, and Baochan chased him down. When he went to the living room, he saw that the black suitcase was empty at a corner. Baochan suggested: "Brother, you can change to a smaller suitcase. It's so empty, it's quite stupid to carry it."

"Where's your luggage?" Kuang Zheng looked around.

"That's not it." Baochan pointed to the sofa, looked over, and there was only a backpack the size of a basketball on it: "Have you brought everything?"

"Clothes, medicine, ID card, all brought."

"No," Kuang Zheng grabbed his backpack and stuffed it into his box, "You can use mine for skin care products, you have to bring a set of pajamas, you have to bring a set of towels and sheets, and it's best to use your own toothbrush."

Baochan didn't take it seriously: "It's so troublesome..."

"I'm not trying to scare you," Kuangzheng said seriously, "As far as my side is concerned, last year, a vice president of a commercial company went out with his family and stayed in a five-star hotel, which was still the presidential suite. All seven of them got sick when they came back. "

Kuang Zheng didn't say what kind of disease it was, but when he thought it was that disease, Bao Chan's expression was unnatural: "I don't have that... how could I get it?"

"Hand towels and bath towels are contagious." Kuangzheng pressed down on the box to make room for him. "His child is only two and a half years old. In today's society, we must be careful."

Baochan muttered like a mosquito: "Is it because you rich people have that disease..."

"What are you talking about!" Kuang Zheng glared at him, "We have slept in the same bed for several times, are you sick?" He said fiercely, "Stop talking nonsense, get the bed sheets quickly."

"Oh." Baochan reluctantly went up to the second floor to pull the sheets.

After packing up their luggage, the two of them had lunch, and the car called by Kuangzheng arrived, with large leather seats, free mineral water and snacks, playing soothing piano music, and went straight to the South Railway Station.

Shi Kuoting and the others arrived early, and saw Kuangzheng and Baochan dragging a suitcase from a distance, Ying Xiaonong put his elbow on Shi Kuoting's ribs: "I said, you have to talk to Baochu, The two elders use the same box, and those who don’t know think what’s going on.”

"What can it be?" Shi Kuoting was in charge of the money and was also the manager of this trip, throwing a small book to him, "I'm careless, you keep the accounts."

On the other side, Sa Shuang surrounded Chen Rouen, no matter how she looked at it, she liked it: "Sister, your skirt today is so beautiful!"

Chen Rouen glanced at him: "I don't look as good in a skirt as you do."

(1) British Virgin Islands: BVI, a tax haven for the world's richest.