narrow red

Yesterday, Baochan's blue suit was very eye-catching, and Kuangzheng also chose blue today. Instead of going to Wanrong Zhenhui, he drove to Financial Street along the old road he was used to.

Walking into the East Building of Twin Stars, he first went to the front desk to confirm that Feng Kuan had arrived, and then took the elevator to the 32nd floor. The style of the office here was completely different from that of the West Building. There were independent rooms from the middle floor up, which was somewhat bureaucratic.

Knocked on the door a few times, but there was no movement in the room. Kuang Zheng felt strange, and called Feng Kuan's cell phone. A second later, the ringtone rang inside the door, and then the call was connected: "Brother?"

"I'm outside your door."

"It's you," the other side sighed, "wait."

Kuang Zheng hung up the phone and waited for at least 5 minutes. The door opened with a bang, but it was not Feng Kuan who came out, but a female employee in her twenties with a normal face and a good figure. head, brushed him away.

Kuang Zheng was too lazy to stare, pushed the door open and walked in. The office is not small, with the same layout as the West Building, but the decoration is lacklustre. Feng Kuan was tying a tie on the sofa, and asked with the collar of his shirt standing up, "What would you like to drink?"

This kind of thing is not uncommon in the financial circle. Kuangzheng has always been indifferent, and I don’t know what happened today. It’s probably because I’ve been with Baochan for a long time, and my mind is spinning: "Does sister-in-law know?"

Feng Kuan's hand tying the tie stopped, followed by an embarrassing silence, Kuang Zheng knew that he had said something wrong, raised his hands to show that he did not intend to offend, and then sat down on the sofa.

Feng Kuan tidied himself up, poured him a cup of coffee, sat across from him, seemed to be thinking about some complicated issue, and then said, "She doesn't know."

He went back to this topic again, raised his eyebrows, but didn't speak rashly, took a sip of coffee, it tasted good.

"I don't even want to," Feng Kuan rubbed his face, embarrassing his fat stomach after becoming the general manager, "but this place," he glanced at his office, "if you don't do something inhumane , I'm going fucking crazy."

"Come on," Kuang Zheng put down his glass, "We're all in the same company, who's fooling me?"

"It's not the same," Feng Kuan shook his head, "The East Building...is too difficult."

"It's hard for you," Kuang Zheng sneered, "It's hard for you?"

The best M&A VP of Wanrong was allocated to the private bank of the top account. This is the big news on the financial street in the past two days. Feng Kuan can't deny it: "You are difficult." He smoked a cigarette and lit it. "It's not necessarily a bad thing."

Kuang Zheng couldn't stand listening to these words, and was about to choke him, Feng Kuan said: "You don't know yet, the investment banking department is going to be reformed, and Lao Bai can't stand it anymore. The West Building will be the same as ours, with administrative management. .”

Kuang Zheng was stunned, investment banking...administrative?

"No way, tightening management is the general trend," Feng Kuan slowly exhaled smoke rings, completely losing the anger that a middle-aged man should have, "Your private money is rotten, but at least you can jump up and down like a living people."

On the contrary, it is the lifeless bureaucratic system of Wanrong East Building, pretending to be a grandson, secretly intriguing, Kuangzheng fell into deep thought, investment banking department reform, did Lao Bai know before? .

"Tell me," Feng Kuan swept the cigarette ash on his pants, "What do you want from me?"

Kuang Zheng raised Erlang's legs: "I'm fine, so can't I come and see you?"

Feng Kuan said straightly: "We are not good enough for this."

Yes, they are just colleagues who can get along with each other. Before Kuang Zheng said the phrase "does my sister-in-law know?" today, they would not tell each other the truth.

"I want the resources of your high-end customers," Kuang Zheng said. "The total deposit is more than 5000 million." He thought about the situation of private banks, and changed his words. "1000 million is also fine."

After two sentences, Feng Kuan understood. He guessed that it would be difficult, but he didn't expect it to be so difficult: "That private bank didn't bring its client resources when it came?"

"I'm going to ask who the hell," Kuang Zheng smiled angrily, "Which boss made the decision, Wanrong is such a big business, and if you want to engage in private banking, can't you buy a decent one?"

Feng Kuan understands the ethos at the head office: "The higher ups are also fighting each other, so don't be surprised by any outrageous decisions." He stubbed out his cigarette butt, "I know about your private bank, but nothing else. Bad companies don’t lose money.”

Kuang Zheng was speechless. If he had known about the company's situation, he might as well have quit.But having said that, it doesn't matter where you jump to. Even if Wanrong has problems of one kind or another, it is a hundred times better than other companies.

"The list of VIP clients is fine," Feng Kuan said, with a smirk on his face, "but you have to meet the girl I mentioned last time."

Kuang Zheng stared fiercely, girl?Feng Kuan's wife's relative's daughter?

"It happened three months ago, do you still remember?" He frowned.

"The matter about my wife," Feng Kuan leaned back on the sofa, "I've engraved it in my mind, and I will never forget it."

"You all..." Kuang Zheng winked, "Return your wife to your wife."

"That's different," Feng Kuan waved his hand, with a disgusted face of "brother taught you", "venting is for a while, but a wife is for a lifetime, and you will understand when you have a family in the future," he patted his slightly bulging belly, " Besides, without my wife, I would not be where I am today, and I have to repay my kindness."

The word "repaying kindness" amused Kuangzheng, and Feng Kuan pinched him: "Don't laugh, it's all the truth, a rotten person like me also has a rotten conscience."

It's okay, he still knows it's bad, Kuangzheng suppressed his smile, thinking about himself, isn't he just betraying his lust, for the sake of high-end customer resources, and to prop up the pile of mud of private banks on the wall, he did it: "Okay, I listen to you arrange."

"I'll see you tomorrow, the girl can't wait, the boss is not young, the family is in a hurry," Feng Kuan stood up, "I've fixed the time and place, and I'll send you a WeChat message."

"Let's talk about it first," Kuang Zheng followed him to get up, "I just meet you."

"Maybe she doesn't like you," Feng Kuan opened the door for him, "She also picks."

Coming out of Wanrong East Building, Kuangzheng didn't go to work, but went to several nearby private banks, from decoration to business consultation to service details, not to mention investigation, but he finally had a superficial understanding.Back in the car, he still didn't feel scratched. He remembered that Baochan had given him a book before. He was too lazy to read it and put it in the glove box, so he turned it out and studied it page by page.

I kept seeing Baochan get off work, he drove to the theater to pick him up, and Baochan resigned from Jade Sun's job, it was the first time that the two of them were at the same pace.

When he got home, Baozhan was doing the cooking, and Kuangzheng went to his house to look for clothes. He would go to see Feng Kuan's wife's sister tomorrow. He remembered that he bought a light pink suit foolishly 800 years ago. Women must be annoyed by it.

Fen suits with a white tie, and picks out an ostrich-feather collar pin, and the leather shoes are also small pointed toes. He is looking for cuff buttons, and Bao Chan calls on the stairs: "Brother, what are you doing, it's time to eat."

He opened the door by himself, and saw Kuangzheng's pink suit when he entered the room, and he was in a bad mood: "Brother, what are you doing?" That sweet princess pink frightened him, "I don't even dare to wear it like this in performances! "

"Don't worry about it," Kuang Zheng wanted this effect, "I have something to do tomorrow."

Baochan sat down on the footstool next to him: "What's the matter?"

Kuangzheng stopped picking up the cuff buttons and went to meet his blind date. He didn't want Baochan to know about the most normal thing: "I said, did you do the leftover loofah yesterday?"

"Done."

"Where are the two packs of Agaricus blazei?"

"I did it too," Baozhan smiled happily, "I will serve three dishes tonight."

"You cook this dish fast enough..." Kuangzheng was a little annoyed, he didn't want to worry about cufflinks anymore, he put his suit tie on his back, picked up his leather shoes, "Let's go home and eat."

"Hey, you really wear this," Baochan stopped him, "It's too ugly, put it back..."

Kuangzheng hugged him, pressed hard into his arms, Baochan's face was squeezed and deformed, he pulled his arm and poked his head: "If you press me, I will also say, it's too ugly, old men are too ugly in pink Already!"

Three dishes, and one soup, Kuangzheng was full. After finishing the dishes and treasures, he nestled on the sofa to watch TV, the opera channel, and the performance of "Er Tang She Zi".

To be honest, Kuangzheng couldn't appreciate the quintessence of Chinese art, but he could still hear some of Baochan's singing. If it were someone else, he would just feel like he was screaming and his head hurt.

"Don't look," he stroked Bao's hair, "Go to sleep."

"It's only nine o'clock," Baochan stared at the TV, "I'll watch more dramas by professional troupes."

Kuang Zheng got up: "Then I'll go upstairs and wait for you."

He sleeps here every day, and Baochan is annoyed: "Hey, you're not going back today?"

Kuangzheng turned up the stairs, pretending not to hear, Baochan crossed his legs on the sofa, and muttered like an old lady: "It's not that there is no bed in my house, I have to grab my space, and my legs are still dead!"

Kuang Zheng took a shower, went to bed and continued to read. After reading the book, he realized that the meaning of private banking is not wealth appreciation, but wealth inheritance. From this perspective, Wanrong Zhenhui is not considered private banking at all. It should be a wealth management product, but an excellent personalized service and comprehensive wealth planning.

At 09:30, Baochan turned off the light and came up, passed by the bed, saw Kuangzheng's big feet coming out of the quilt, kicked him hard, and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

"Why are you kicking me?" Kuang Zheng put down the book, dimmed the headlights, leaving only two bedside lamps.

"You look handsome, it's an eyesore." Baochan grunted angrily with foam in his mouth.

"What's wrong with our Bao'er?" Kuang Zheng asked knowingly, "You are so arrogant?"

Baochan came out after washing his face, his chin was still dripping with water: "My good big bed, I let you sleep in a single bed." He stepped on his buttocks, "Move over there."

Kuang Zheng obediently made room for him, and lifted his quilt sensiblely: "Master Bao, please."

Baochan lay down on the bed, Kuangzheng immediately wrapped him in the quilt, and hugged him: "You said that I will be alone when I go home, what's the point, I'm a little popular when I'm with you."

"Then you go downstairs, there is a guest room." Baochan moved his feet and asked him to turn off the light.

The room was dark, Kuang Zheng leaned over: "What's the difference between that and going home, I'm now..." He began to act, "It's the most difficult time..."

"Forget it," Baochan turned over and slept with his back on his back, "You are always right."

Kuangzheng hooked him with his foot, and Baochan kicked him back with a crackling sound. Kuangzheng laughed twice, turned around, and fell asleep too.

Early the next morning, the two of them used the bathroom in turn, and then did skin care side by side in front of the mirror. After finishing a routine, Baochan went downstairs to cook, and Kuang was changing clothes upstairs.

He was really wearing that pink suit. When Bao Chan was serving porridge, he was seen coming down the stairs. It was such a deadly color, and when he covered it, it actually looked a little better.

"Look stupid," Kuang Zheng pulled the small wooden chair from the dining table, "Your brother can still hold the fairy powder."

Baochan pouted, but said nothing.

After eating, Kuang was buttoning his collar and was about to tie his tie when Baochan ran over from the counter, shaking his hands, "Let me do it!"

Ever since he had a suit, he was very new to tie. Kuang Zheng couldn't tie it himself, so he had to tie it. "Windsor knot," Kuang Zheng teased him, "Would you?"

Baochan doesn’t know, he can only correct the Orthodox one, but he said seriously: “What kind of Windsor knot do you want to tie? Your suit doesn’t deserve a Windsor knot at all.”

Kuang Zheng couldn't help laughing, blew on his hair, and suddenly sniffed his cheek: "You smell like my perfume."

"Huh?" Baochan raised his arm and sniffed his armpits, as if disgusted, "Did you go to bed without taking a shower?"

"Washed up," Kuang Zheng said in shock, "It smells good."

When he was in poverty, Baochan's cell phone rang, and he saw that it was a Maverick from the Foundation: "Hello, Manager Niu?"

"Baochu, do you have time at noon?"

When Baochan had time, he asked him what the matter was. Xiao Niu said: "I have a friend who has client resources for Peking Opera. They are all high-end people. I want to find a place to do regular performances. If Ruyizhou is interesting, I will give it to you." You pull me over," the last sentence was his focus, "I happen to be your agent."

broker?Baochan was a little confused: "The foundation..."

"It has nothing to do with the Foundation," Maverick said mysteriously, "My own small business, you have to keep it a secret!"

"Oh..." Baozhan glanced at Kuangzheng.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of the foundation." Xiao Niu is young, but he is very motivated to make money. "We earn [-]% of the income, and Ruyizhou gets [-]%, which is better than you fighting alone."

"Then I... think about it," Baochan said, "and discuss it with everyone."

"Let's talk at noon first," Maverick said very positively, "We will discuss in detail when we meet."