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"If you don't look for it, I won't look for it. I put this here today!"

Thinking about it afterwards, I was too impulsive at the time.

Kuangzheng put Baozhan down in the theater building, and took a turn on Yongyun Road. He knew very well that such things would not be said between men. He made a private decision for life, but he actually told Baochan, and after one night, he still didn't regret it.

Kuang Zheng drove along the lane marked with a solid white line. Life is the same, well-behaved and impartial, but recently he has a sense of loss of control that is almost derailed.

He is not gay, he is very sure, neither is Baochan, he even feels that these dry words are not enough to describe the relationship between them, he and Baochan are brothers, family members, and spiritual sustenance for each other.

After three intersections, Wanrong Zhenhui appeared on the left side of the road. He turned right and drove into a small parking lot opposite.In a flash, I remembered Baochan again. I said that sentence yesterday. Baochan was unexpectedly clingy at night. He didn't nag or kick him.

Thinking of this, Kuang Zheng unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.

He told Baochan about his love history, from high school to university, and after entering the industry, he skipped it all because it was too messy.Baochan listened attentively, and it was so dark that he could see his pair of sparkling eyes.

Kuang Zheng knew, he was very envious, 28 years old, also the age to talk about marriage... Suddenly the phone rang, he glanced at the incoming call, a name that he hadn't seen for some time, Clemen.

"Boss!" A familiar voice came from the Bluetooth headset.

Kuang Zheng smiled: "It's a shame you still remember me," he slowed down to find a parking space, "I'm not your boss anymore."

Clemen firmly said: "One day is the boss, and the rest is the boss."

Kuang Zheng was a little moved, but he joked: "You are like Duan Xiaojun, full of big slogans."

"Speaking of that kid," Clemen lowered his voice, "Boss, did you already know that he has a background?"

Kuang Zheng pretended to be confused: "What's the background?"

"I don't know the specifics," Clemen said. "Since you left, this kid seems to be hanging out. He changes his suits every day, and they are all famous brands. Sometimes when I see his back, I think you are back."

Kuang Zheng raised his eyebrows.

"He is also strong in business now, and he often reports to Lao Bai," Clemen could hear, envious, but more admired, "I may have to hang out with him in the future."

He said this vigorously, reminding Kuangzheng of those good days in M&A.

"By the way, boss," Clemen returned to the subject, "do you still remember what you told me?"

"Huh?" Kuang Zheng didn't have any impression.

Clemen cleared his throat: "You asked me to help you find a good woman, I never forgot."

Kuangzheng remembered that it was a long time ago that he wanted to introduce someone to Baochan.

"I found three, you choose one," Clemen said the conditions, "22, just graduated from university, majored in accounting, the family has a house and a car, but they are a little short, like 1.5 meters eight or five or nine."

"No," Kuang Zheng rebuffed, "My brother is 1.8 meters tall, and he is very energetic. I need to find a good match."

"That's more," Clemen changed the information, "Elementary school English teacher, the height and appearance are good, the income is also good, but the age is a bit old, 31."

This is even worse, "31, no matter how many boyfriends I have had," Kuangzheng set himself on fire all over the mountain and forbade people to light lamps at night, "My brother is only 28, and he has never touched a girl's hand, and he has a lot of experience. I'm afraid he will suffer."

Clemen was speechless: "Boss...it's almost thirty people, where can I find you Xiaobaihua, now even high school students have several exes..."

"any left?"

"It's the last one," Clemen said tiredly, "26, nurse, my home is in this city, I have no debts and no bad habits, I have photos, I'll send you WeChat later."

"Okay," said Zhengzheng without picking out the fault, "Thanks for your hard work."

Hanging up the phone, the Wechat notification sounded, he tapped the brakes and clicked on the picture, she was a pretty fair girl, not ugly, but her eyes were a little small, thinking of the big and watery eyes under the quilt last night, he thought in his heart He crossed his fork and threw the phone on the passenger seat.

There were three rows of parking spaces, the first two rows were full, he walked around to the last row, and there was only one empty space left. A silver-gray Mercedes-AMG series was lying diagonally ahead, and it seemed that it was about to fall in.

Kuang Zheng wanted to go out to find another place, but the car stopped and the brake light was on. In this situation, he was either answering the phone or had something to go, so Kuang Zheng put the handbrake in neutral and waited for him to move.

After waiting for a full 5 minutes, the car didn't move at all. Kuangzheng lost his patience, kicked the oil, found a good angle to hit the wheel to the bottom, and flicked the tail perfectly.

Huiluner straightened up, turned off the fire and lights, Da Ben beeped his horn, and kept beeping like a madman. Kuangzheng ignored him, brushed his hair and got out of the car and locked it.

Just two steps away, the driver of Daben opened the door and came down, pointing at Kuangzheng's back and cursing: "You are blind, didn't you see the car in front of you, why are you trying to get in there!"

Kuang Zheng turned his head and saw that he was a handsome young man. He said he was handsome, because the suit was really beautiful, a rare dark gray-green color, and the curve of the waist was very delicate. At the age of 24 or [-], he wore a noble and deep temperament.

"I've been waiting for you for 5 minutes," Kuang Zheng pointed at his watch, "It's all out to make money, don't waste other people's time."

"Damn it," the man said in a very angry temper, "my company is just opposite, I park in this parking lot every day, why did I run into a bedbug today!"

The tone of the day and day, the company is still on the opposite side, Kuang Zheng thought of someone, at this time a man came up and down, also a good suit of Seiko, persuaded: "Duaner, forget it."

Sure enough, the surname is Duan, and Kuangzheng knows it in his heart.

"It's unlucky," the surnamed Duan cursed, "I have to go around to the back..."

Kuangzheng came out of the parking lot and crossed the road to Wanrong Zhenhui. In the depressed office area, Xia Ke was dozing off with a copy of "One Hundred Lectures on Financial Practices". At the table under the window, Huang Bailiang followed Kuangzheng's instructions , sorting out business data with Lai Hyosung.

Kuangzheng sat down at Xia Ke's table, raised his legs, and kicked the table: "Do you understand?"

Xia Ke shivered, and woke up: "Boss..." He rubbed his face, and said in a jiffy, "Is it interesting for you to bully me all the time?"

Kuang Zheng leaned on the back of the chair: "Interesting."

"Boss, I beg you," Xia Ke said with a sad face, "There are so many people in the company, don't just catch me as a bully..."

so many people?Counting Kuangzheng, there are five in total, and one of them hasn’t shown up yet. “You can fall asleep reading financial science books,” Kuangzheng sneered, “Who am I bullying if you don’t bully me?”

"Boss, let me tell you the truth." Xia Ke scratched his head, revealing his old background, "I studied hotel management, and I really can't handle finance."

Kuang Zheng knew that he had read everyone's resumes, except for Duan Zhao, whose personnel records were blank: "Then in your case," he narrowed his eyes, "it may be a bit redundant in private banks..."

"Hey boss!" Xia Ke immediately straightened his back, "I am not the only layman among the four soldiers under your command!" He pointed to the window, "Xiao Bai, who studies the law, Xiao Xing, who is programming, Golden knife..."

"Who is the golden knife?"

"It's Xiaozhao, let's add a knife next to the gold letter." Xia Ke is good at gesturing on the table, "He is an art student. He used to work as a buyer in the luxury goods industry, and he is also a career changer!"

Kuang Zhengfu, co-author of the entire Wanrong Zhenhui, only he, the CEO, has a background in finance...

Just as he was talking, footsteps came from the door, patting very vigorously, Kuang Zheng crossed Erlang's legs and turned sideways, with a faint smile on his face, as expected, it was Duan Zhao who came in.

The boy was unprepared, and suddenly met Kuang Zheng's eyes, with an expression of being struck by lightning.

"Duan'er..." Huang Bailiang wanted to remind him, Duan Zhao raised his hand, without his introduction, a fifth person appeared from the private bank of the four, who else could it be if it wasn't the newly appointed president?He frowned, took a deep breath, unexpectedly put on a smiling face, and walked like a spring breeze: "Mr. Kuang is good."

Kuangzheng's response was cold: "Hello."

"The parking space was robbed by Mr. Kuang the first time we met," Duan Zhao tilted his head and smiled, "It's really an honor for me."

This kid has a bit of a dual personality, he is like a gun when he is charging, and he is like a snake when he is negative, neither side is easy to mess with.

"Where?" Kuang Zheng also smiled, with the majesty he had cultivated for many years on the 57th floor of Wanrong, "Manager Duan's sharpness, I learned it from the last phone call."

"Xiao Xia," Duan Zhao unbuttoned his suit, pulled up a chair and sat down opposite Kuang Zheng, "what are you doing in a daze, why don't you pour water for President Kuang?"

With this tone, as if he was the owner of Wanrong Zhenhui, Xia Ke and Kuangzheng looked at each other, put down the book very slowly, and obediently went to the file cabinet to get a disposable paper cup.

"Xiaobai," Duan Zhao called Huang Bailiang again, "Have I asked Mr. Kuang to review the business overview you prepared?"

Huang Bailiang put on his glasses and stood up obediently: "I'll get them right away."

"Xiaoxing..."

Lai Xiaoxing didn't need him to talk, picked up the notebook by himself, and disappeared like a little mouse. In the huge office area, only Kuang Zheng and Duan Zhao were left, their eyes staring at each other, and the needle point pointed at the wheat awning.

"It seems that in Wanrong Zhenhui," the celebrity Kuangzheng didn't whisper, "It's always been Manager Duan who said the last sentence."

"Don't dare to be that," Duan Zhao cocked his legs like him, "There are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys are just kings."

Kuangzheng knows everyone with the surname Duan, but they are different. Ying Xiaonong is hot, so spicy, Duan Xiaojun is arrogant, and the arrogance is hidden in his bones, which makes his personality a bit awkward. This Duan Jindao is really hot, like The hair-cutting snow blade has no sheath, and it hurts people brightly.

"By the way," Kuang Zheng has tempered the flames in M&A for so many years. He is the hardest scabbard, no matter how deadly the knife is, he has a way to put it away. "Who was the one in the car with you just now?"

When the unexpected question was asked, Duan Zhao was stunned: "Youqin's, small middle-level, what are you doing?"

You Qin is the largest accounting firm in China, and enjoys a high reputation in the fields of taxation, finance, and auditing. This is exactly what Kuangzheng needs. He leans towards Duan Zhao: "How is the relationship, is it useful?"

Duan Zhao stared at him in surprise, and saw something like-minded in those strange eyes.

Kuang Zheng took out a stack of lists from his briefcase, and just typed them up at home last night, Feng Kuan's VIP client resources: "I counted the high-net-worth clients of Wanrong Commercial Bank, 830 and seven, and we will have a consultation with Youqin Sharon, send invitations to every rich man on the list, from here, we can dig out some gold no matter what!"

As he spoke, he slapped the list heavily on Duan Zhao's chest.