narrow red

On the way back, Baochan leaned against the window, and Kuang was right next to him, looking at Beidaihe, which was fading away from the window, and suddenly sighed, a bustling coastal town, some sandy beaches, sudden fireworks, barbecues, hospitals, fighting landlords, the most wonderful thing It was also the most memorable three days, and I was a little bit reluctant when we parted.

It was after four o'clock in the afternoon when I got home. There were several fresh packages piled up at Baochan's door. Kuangzheng helped him move them into the house and dragged the box in: "The vegetables are not fresh, so don't ask for them."

"It's a pity to throw it away," Baochan squatted on the ground to open the package, "You can still eat the rotten ones."

"You don't need to save so much when living with me," Kuang Zheng went to the living room to pack his luggage, "Let's eat well."

Bao Chan saw that everything was fine except the leafy vegetables were a little wilted, the eggplants and potatoes were all good, so he wrapped them in paper and put them in the refrigerator: "I'm in charge of cooking, I don't listen to you."

Kuangzheng opened the box, Baochan's things were mixed with his, and they would be inseparable for a while. He thought that he spent more time here than at his own home, so he didn't separate them at all, and went upstairs with the box.

"Hey bro!" Baochan called him.

Kuangzheng turned his head to look at the hall. Baochan unpacked a small package, and inside was a shiny silver bracelet. He took a look at the bracelet and asked, "You bought it for me?"

"Ah?" Kuang Zheng frowned.

"Here," Baochan pointed to the inner wall of the bracelet, "the word 'bao' is engraved."

Kuangzheng suddenly remembered that it was his mother who went to Yinhuo with the little sisters and insisted on buying a bracelet for Baochan, saying that she would love him for his family.

He didn't know what to say, this matter was a bit embarrassing: "It's my mother..." He put down his luggage, went to squat beside Bao Chan, "I bought it for her future daughter-in-law."

Baochan blinked: "Then why did you send me here?"

The address on the package was Kuangzheng's address, but he always asked the courier to leave the things at Baochan's door, and when they came and went, they would just throw them at Baochan's house.

Kuangzheng held his hand wearing the bracelet: "I was burning pigeons that time, didn't I send your photo to my mother?" He lowered his voice, "She said that your bracelet is a bit old, so I bought it for you. Got a new..."

Bao Chan opened his mouth slightly and was stunned.

It's just a photo, Kuang's mother is so caring, Baochan is suddenly very envious, envious that Kuangzheng has such a mother who not only cares about him, but also cares about the people around him.

"Auntie..." He lowered his eyes, "Auntie is so kind."

Kuangzheng knew that he felt uncomfortable: "I'm better than her," he rubbed the back of Baochan's head, "Taste slowly."

Bao Chuan fastened the packing box and gave him the bracelet.

"Why?" Kuang Zheng didn't answer.

"Auntie bought it for your daughter-in-law. Let me figure it out."

Kuang Zheng teased him: "Isn't my 'wife' just you."

"That's a lie." This kind of cheapness is not taken advantage of.

"You take it," Kuang Zheng pushed it to him, "I don't have a woman either."

"It costs several hundred yuan, quite expensive," Baochan shook his head, "I don't want it."

"Then you keep it for me," Kuangzheng forced it to him, "I won't be able to find it after two days."

"Okay," Baochan let go, "When you're settled, ask me for it."

Kuangzheng squatted with back pain, stood up and sat on the armrest of the sofa, watched Baochan pack up his things, and watched for a long time, until he came back to his senses and suddenly realized that he didn't want a woman, he didn't want to get married, he didn't want to be different He just wanted to go on like this with Baochan in the kind of life that everyone lived, inexplicably, indifferently.

Realizing this, he panicked, but quickly calmed down. Everyone has inadvertent vulnerability. He thought that this was just a subconscious escape from the hard reality. He loosened his shoulders and carried the luggage upstairs.

Bao Chan finished packing and packing, packed the luggage, washed the clothes and quilt cover, went to cook after washing the clothes, ate a hasty meal after cooking, and squeezed together on the sofa to watch TV with Kuang Zheng.In fact, I didn’t look at anything, I was just tired and didn’t want to leave. After ten o’clock, Kuangzheng still didn’t leave. He said he wanted to live in Baochan’s place, and Baochan cleaned up the guest room for him. Kicking ass and sweeping out the door.

In the next few days, Kuangzheng went to work at Baozhan's house every day, wearing an old shirt with a notebook in his hand, and studying Wanrong Zhenhui's information on the bed in the master bedroom.When Baochan came back, he didn't move his place, he just ate, drank and slept, Baochan was so worn out that he lost his temper at all, turned over and rode on his stomach and shouted: "Hurry up and go to work for me!"

Finally it was the day of work, after eating early in the morning, Kuangzheng went home to change clothes, Baozhan packed the house, put on a canvas bag and went out, turned around, and saw Kuangzheng standing next to Anara in a neat suit.

Wool suit with Welsh check, dark green amoeba tie, pocket square of the same color under the left collar, hair raised with pomade, a pair of sterling silver medium-gold vinyl glasses on the bridge of the nose, the perfume is still imposing" Tundra", which is completely different from the previous image in v, he is now the president of the private bank.

Baochan was dumbfounded, and didn't move. Kuangzheng walked around to the car and opened the door for him: "I sleep in the same bed every night, still not used to my brother's beauty?"

Baochan really can't get used to it. He's only seen this kind of man on the big posters of Cuixi Huadu. After this twists and turns, Kuangzheng seems to be tougher, more handsome, and more domineering: "Brother, you are the president now," He got into the co-pilot panicked, "Isn't it good to send me to work every day?"

"What's wrong?" Kuang Zheng held his head upright, with the same arrogant tone, "Even if I have billions of dollars, I will still take you to and from work." He looked ahead and turned the steering wheel with one hand. Track, let's change cars, you and I go to the car dealership, pick whichever you like."

He was talking about a world that Baochan had never touched, and that dreamlike, unrealistic feeling returned.

"By the way," Kuang Zheng turned sideways and lowered the sun visor on Baozhan's side. The autumn sun was low, and they were heading east all the way, so as not to dazzle his eyes, "It's time to pick up your suit."

He didn't even mention Baochan, the Taiwanese owner of the suit shop in Zoumawan was meticulous, and asked him to change the details of the shoulder line several times: "I...have no chance to wear it."

"There is no chance to create opportunities," Kuang Zheng said, just like his people, a ferocious opportunist, "Let's go this week, and you just wear it back."

Put him down at the Daxi Building, he took a turn and went up Yongyun Road, drove through three intersections, and arrived at the place. It was a small western-style building with four and a half floors and a terrace on the roof. There were four "Wanrong Zhenhui" The big characters are on the top of the terrace, and the brand-new signboard does not match the retro wall.

Under normal circumstances, when the department president is in place, Wanrong Headquarters and the Investment Banking Department will arrange leaders to send them off, and a formal meeting will be held. However, after reading the information, Wanrong Zhenhui currently has eleven employees, including cleaning staff. Auntie, in this situation, it would be humiliating for a new official to take office again.

He parked the car and entered through the grand gate. The building is a nice building, but the interior is really shabby. Due to the lack of management for a long time, there is an annoying damp smell. There is no one at the front desk, so he goes straight to the office area , a large number of empty seats, suddenly someone greeted behind him: "Hello?"

Kuang Zheng turned around, and there was a young man with unkempt short hair, unkempt, wearing a pair of boring cheap glasses, and a faint freckle on the nose, reminiscent of some kind of rodent .

"Are you here for a consultation?" he asked.

Kuang Zheng frowned and nodded.

"Please sit down," the man led him to the sunny window, went to the water dispenser to pour a glass of water, using a disposable paper cup, "wait a moment."

Kuang Zheng stared at the cup, and the flames went up a bit. Private banking services are for wealthy people with investable capital of more than 200 million. For customers who pursue "excellence", disposable paper cups mean contempt.

He pushed the paper cup away and his expression became serious.

Then there was a long wait. He looked at his watch several times. For 15 minutes, a young man in a casual suit arrived late. Like a flashing light, sitting across from him radiantly: "Sir, what can I do for you?"

This tone is almost like a hotel receptionist, Kuangzheng leaned back in the chair: "I have a sum of money and want to make an investment."

"The amount of your funds?" The other party opened the tablet to record.

"220 million." Kuang Zheng observed him. He had a normal suit, a normal shirt, and a normal tie. On his left chest was a metal badge with his job number and name on it. His surname was Xia, and his name was Xia Ke.

"You can make a stock investment." In less than a minute, Xia Ke made a judgment for his money, "We have a few dark horse stocks that have performed very well recently, and I can recommend them to you."

He is not an expert in private banking business, but at least he knows that customers should ask about their risk preference when they come to the door for the first time. For customers who are inclined to wealth preservation, simply buying stocks is not attractive.

"Eternal Star Magnetism, Different Dimension Technology, and Yoho Seed Industry," Xia Ke turned the tablet to him, with a trained and confident smile on his face, "We highly recommend these three."

Kuang Zheng glanced at the tablet, and found that the three are all science and technology innovation stocks that have been in the limelight recently. He put on a smile: "These stocks, have you done any valuation before recommending them?"

Xia Ke's face visibly stiffened.

"The stock prices of Yidiyuan Technology and Yohou Seed Industry are seriously overvalued by the market. If there is any fluctuation in the industry in the short term, they will become junk stocks in minutes." Kuang Zheng leaned over, "You recommend it to me?"

Xia's selection of stocks is terrible, but his expression management is in place, and he smiled lightly: "Sir..."

"Xiao Xia!" At this time, a slightly fat aunt came in, with gold earrings and a red silk scarf, shaking two pages of colorful leaflets in her hand, "I talked about insurance last time, help me look at the information!"

"Sorry, sir." Xia Ke nodded slightly, taking the opportunity to leave from Kuangzheng's table.

The aunt turned around and saw Kuangzheng, she was stunned, as if she had never seen such a handsome man, he walked a little bit smoothly, and swayed to the next table to sit down.

"Sister Liu," Xia Ke called affectionately, "tell me about it."

The aunt also couldn't understand, so she told him according to the leaflet: "Invest 150 million, return the capital in 15 years, and give 45 in cash, a total of 195 million, is it right for you to help my sister?"

With such a few numbers, Kuang Zheng knew that he couldn't vote as soon as he thought about it, but Xia Ke was still doing the calculations, and said seriously after finishing the calculations: "Sister Liu, the rate of return is equivalent to 30, which is very high."

"30!" Auntie's eyes lit up, "Then I'm sure I'm sure, I'm lucky to ask you!"

Kuang Zheng couldn't bear it anymore, and seriously doubted whether this kid had studied finance: "150 million principal," he took out his mobile phone and clicked on the calculator, "Even if the annual interest rate is 4, do you know how much it will be in 15 years?"

"4?" The aunt was happy when she heard it, it's not one or two points worse than 30!

Xia Ke followed her, but kept her head down and pursed her lips.

Kuang Zheng raised his mobile phone, the screen was facing them, and the result showed: "270 million."

Big Mom's eyes widened in disbelief.

"So big sister," Kuang Zheng took back the phone, "tell your insurance manager that you don't consider this product."