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The plane took off smoothly, and there were flowing white clouds outside the porthole. Kuangzheng leaned on the back of the chair, closed his eyes and meditated.

Wanrong was on a chartered flight, the newcomers were in the economy class, and the VPs were in the first class. It was very quiet around, when suddenly someone's cell phone rang, and Bach's Sonata No. 4 in E minor was Daishan's WeChat ringtone.

Millennium Airlines flights provide Wi-Fi service, and it costs 20 yuan per minute to make and receive Internet calls, and Daishan will pick them up.

"Hello!" He had developed a habit in the trading floor for many years, and he said loudly, "Boss Pei!"

It's the asset management manager of Anping Life Insurance. I met him at Wanrong's annual meeting last year. He didn't take office for a long time, and his eyes were blank. I heard that he was the brother-in-law of a certain director. He was more familiar with sports cars than bonds.

"...the market is picking up, of course it's picking up," Daishan said lazily, but his tone was very firm, "brother, who do you believe if you don't believe me?"

Kuang Zheng didn't even open his eyes, he sneered, the VP sitting next to him saw it and laughed too.

"8000 million, yes," Daishan was a little impatient. Compared with the large deal in his hand, 8000 million is really a small amount, "Oh my brother, don't worry!"

After saying a few more words, he hung up the phone, and the first-class cabin returned to silence. In just a few seconds, a whisper came from the back seat of Kuang Zheng:

"A headhunter has contacted our company's VP."

"Who did you hear?"

"Don't worry about who I listened to, it's at this price."

Kuangzheng couldn't turn his head back, he didn't see the gesture, but it must have been a lot, maybe it was a sky-high price, because there was a moment of silence before he continued, "Who?"

"do not know,"

"If you jump to hedge funds, it will be a disaster."

"It's hard to change jobs when you become a manager. Which kid has such a good life."

"Do you think it will be..."

They didn't say the name, but they could hear the tone. They guessed that it was Daishan. There was no VP in Wan Rong who could make troubles more than him.Kuang Zheng opened his eyes, these people didn't know that there would be an executive vice president position vacant soon, they were outside the inner circle, did Daishan in the inner circle know?

He knew, Kuangzheng was sure, there was nothing this guy didn't know on Financial Street. Now that he had a seat on his head, would he accept olive branches from other companies?

If he wants to pick it up, what happened to the look he gave Duan Xiaojun and Bonnie before boarding the plane?It was a typical look that he didn't want others to touch the things on his plate. He corrected his intuition that one of the two newcomers was what he wanted, and the question was which one.

At this time, Sonata No. 4 in E minor rang again, and Dai Shan picked it up: "Mr. Pei?"

There was chatter on the other end of the phone, and Dai Shan listened quietly for a while: "I see, I'll get back to you later."

The other side still didn't give up, and Dai Shan became angry: "5 minutes!"

It was because the market went down. Kuangzheng knew Daishan well. He had a hundred ways to solve this kind of trivial matter. Sure enough, he called his subordinates: "Peter, the few stocks we were optimistic about last time, yes, buy them all for me. "

Kuang Zheng estimated that his one shot would be around one billion. If a billion water flowed into the pool at once, there would be a slight rise, and Anping Life Insurance would make a small profit.

Five minutes later, Daishan did not touch the phone. At the same time, Sonata No. 5 in E minor rang for the third time in the first-class cabin. Daishan deliberately took a while to answer: "Hello, Mr. Pei, the network was not good just now."

Kuang Zheng could imagine the cowardice of that guy over there, and Dai Shan smiled kindly: "I've said it all, the market is picking up, and fluctuations are normal. I still have something to do, let's talk later."

Kuang Zheng closed his eyes, 8000 million and one billion are all institutional investors' money, amounts that ordinary people can't even imagine, just flowed back and forth in the hands of a group of idiots and bastards.

The nearly four-hour flight arrived in Macau at two o'clock in the afternoon. The Macau branch sent more than 20 Mercedes-Benz cars to pick it up and deliver it from the airport to the hotel.The welcome reception is on the top floor of the hotel. It is not the high table that newcomers imagine, but a free carnival. There is a whole table of champagne, Moutai, and whiskey. Alice from the General Affairs Office sends notes to everyone at the door. 5000 chips, VP is [-].

Kuang Zheng was holding a glass of pink punch, and slowly walked through the excited crowd. Under the fermentation of alcohol, everyone showed their indulgent side. The girls raised their shoulder-length hair, and the men unbuttoned their shirt collars. With the smell of hormones, it outlines the atmosphere of the investment bank, feasting and feasting, luxurious and luxurious.

As soon as he turned around, several girls surrounded Kuangzheng. They were wearing exquisite little dresses, with gorgeous makeup on their faces, and metal earrings shining under the light. Kuangzheng didn't touch them. Separate work entertainment from personal interactions.

Turning his head, in the inconspicuous corner of the banquet hall, beside the floor-to-ceiling red velvet curtains, he saw Daishan, who was chatting with Bonnie about something, and the two were in high spirits.

It's interesting... Kuang Zheng raised his head and finished the wine. He looked around while telling the girls call options, and finally saw Duan Xiaojun behind a table full of empty wine bottles. That solitary look reminded Kuang Zheng of the treasure on the driveway this morning.

Suddenly, there was a coaxing sound behind them, and it was the VPs from the investment research department. Among them, there were several PhDs in mathematics, and they couldn't wait to go to the casino to play blackjack.

Kuangzheng didn't go, he got tired of this place every year.

He walked out of the banquet hall. There was an open-air coffee seat diagonally opposite the elevator. There were no guests. The lights were turned off, and the stars in the sky could be seen faintly. He walked into the darkness and lit a cigarette.

Just throwing Baozhang on the road like that is too impersonal, he thought, at that time he didn't hesitate at all, one side was company activities, and the other side was indifferent favors, he chose the company as a matter of course, but now that he thinks about it, this shit What is the strength of the activity, it is better to be a good person to the end.

Breathing out a puff of smoke, there were footsteps behind her, and Kuangzheng looked back, she was a beautiful Portuguese woman with gray-blue eyes staring at him, more than 1.8 meters tall, with terrifying high-heeled shoes on her feet.

She walked over with her golden ponytail shaking, her snow-white shoulders in a tube top shrugged charmingly, and her long cherry-colored nails pointed at the straight cigarette: "Hi, sweety."

The voice is very sexy, a kind of hoarse from smoking too much, Kuangzheng took out the metal cigarette case, flicked a cigarette to her, then lit the lighter, the long and straight blue flame illuminated the surroundings, and a young man came over from the banquet hall The figure is Duan Xiaojun.

When Duan Xiaojun saw him, he was taken aback for a moment, then turned to leave.

"Hey," Kuangzheng finished lighting the woman's cigarette and snapped on the lighter, "Why are you running?"

The beauty exhaled smoke rings, seeing that Kuang Zheng didn't mean that, she tossed her long hair and left.

Duan Xiaojun was a little embarrassed: "Mr. Kuang..."

Kuang Zheng glanced at him: "Come here."

Duan Xiaojun walked into the dark, unoccupied cafe and stood beside him.

"Who is your interviewer?" Kuang Zheng asked.

Duan Xiaojun didn't expect him to ask this, so he paused: "I don't remember the name."

Kuang Zheng also paused, as if he was evaluating his answer: "Forget both sides?"

Duan Xiaojun responded with silence.

"Do you have a financial foundation?" Kuang Zheng asked again.

"...Learning."

Kuang Zheng smiled: "Then how did you pass the technical interview?"

"The topic is just not difficult..."

Kuang Zheng didn't talk nonsense with him: "At 6:30, what is the angle between the hour and minute hands?"

Duan Xiaojun frowned: "This is not a financial question..."

Kuang Zheng was very forceful: "I want an answer."

Duan Xiaojun thought for a moment: "Zero degrees."

As expected, Kuangzheng turned cold, "15 degrees," he extinguished the spark with his hand, "When the minute hand moves, the hour hand doesn't stop there waiting for it, idiot."

Duan Xiaojun blushed.

"This question has been asked in investment bank interviews for ten years. I always thought it was high school mathematics." After speaking, Kuang Zheng turned around, threw the cigarette butt into the trash can next to the elevator, and walked towards the banquet hall.

Duan Xiaojun stood alone in the silent darkness, silently clenched his fists.

In the afternoon, Ying Xiaonong helped Baozhan move the commonly used things to the villa. There is not much luggage, just some daily necessities, daily necessities, daily necessities, rice, oil and salt. Kuoting originally wanted to go together, but the tax system broke down, and today is the last day for the troupe to file taxes. One day, although he had no income for more than half a year, he had to go to the tax hall to fill in a "0".

"Xiao Nong," Baochan said while putting things away, "I don't want to live here."

"What's wrong?" Ying Xiaonong took things out of the box one by one.

"After all, it's someone else's house. No matter how nice it is, I can't live comfortably."

"Stop," Ying Xiaonong stared, "If it weren't for that kid, would you be hospitalized? What's wrong with living in his crappy house!"

"They didn't force me, it was me who worked stupidly."

"Why didn't he force you, he just forced you with money!" At this point, Ying Xiaonong couldn't hold back his anger, "Are you singing Errenzhuan, with all the outfits and thick bottoms, at least seven or eight Jin, there is a water gauze tied on his head, and he is strangling a large blood vessel! You strangle him, let alone somersault, let him stand for half an hour, and he vomits until he doesn't even recognize his mother!"

Baochan didn't speak, what they were singing was bitter, even desolate.

"I'm also blind," Ying Xiaonong hated herself, "Why did I get such a sponsor for our group!"

Just as he was talking, he took out a Kindle from the box and wrapped it in a soft cloth. It was an old style with a keyboard many years ago: "Baochu, do you still have this second-hand Kindle?"

Baochan looked over, bought it from an online second-hand equipment store, and there was a scratch on the screen. It has been used for several years, and he has never been willing to change it: "Money," he took a deep breath, "I will find a way."

Ying Xiaonong buried her head in packing her things: "What can you do?"

"I just met a big brother," Baochan said, "he's quite rich."

"New acquaintance?" Ying Xiaonong raised his head, "Don't be a liar?"

Baochan pointed out the window: "Neighbor across the street," he thought of Kuangzheng's car, "I'll ask someday, let me borrow some."

"Borrow?" Ying Xiaonong opened his mouth with a knife, "What do you pay back?

Baochan thought for a while: "For a lifetime, I have to pay it off."

Ying Xiaonong pulled him hard: "Let me tell you, Baochan, don't try to put yourself in it, what about usury, selling blood and selling kidneys, if something happens to you, I will be the first to kill you in Ruyizhou. The signboard is smashed!"