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Kuang Zheng was not working in the CEO's office on the third floor, but went to the office area on the first floor with his laptop, leaning against the warm sunlight outside the window, to study the future development direction of Wanrong Zhenhui.

Not far ahead, Xia Ke couldn't help but look back at him, Huang Bailiang was doing data summary beside him: "What are you looking at?"

"Hush!" Xia Ke pointed his index finger at him and pressed his voice, "Do you think he sat there on purpose to watch me?"

Huang Bailiang looked at him for two seconds, then pushed down his glasses indifferently: "Narcissism is a disease, and it can be cured."

"You are narcissistic!" Xia Ke wanted to be fierce but he didn't dare to speak out, his expression was extremely ferocious, "I found that he was always staring at me, that time I fell asleep for a while, and he was sneering and unrelenting, why didn't he Staring at you?"

Suddenly, he stopped talking, Huang Bailiang ignored him: "What's the matter?"

"Do you think he will..." Xia Ke clasped his arms exaggeratedly on his chest, "Could it be that one?" He bit his lip, very serious, "I was surrounded by my beautiful girl on the first day of his tenure." Attracted by the heroic appearance?"

"Don't worry, even if he is, he still doesn't like you," Huang Bailiang counted the data, "Also, beautiful is a description of a building."

At this time, Lai Xiaoxing came out of the Zhongtai office, with fluffy soft hair, and ran to Kuangzheng's desk: "Boss, Youqin's money has arrived!"

Kuang Zheng raised his head, his tone was flat: "Is the number right?"

"Yes!" Lai Xiaoxing was so excited that he almost jumped up. This was their first serious income in several months: "According to the contract, it is 10% of Youqin's consulting fee!"

At the salon meeting that day, 71 guests hired Youqin as a tax consultant on the spot, accounting for one-third of the participants. According to the agreement, Youqin gave Wanrong Zhenhui a commission of 10 per transaction.Although it is only a low-end "pimping", this is the first consulting business completed by Kuangzheng, and it has accumulated considerable client resources, which is an important step for them to open up in the private banking field.

"For this money," he buckled up his pen and looked around, "to fix the interior of the building."

"Boss," Xia Ke complained just now that people were staring at him, and now he is going to recruit others, "We have finally entered a sum of money, why don't we keep it in the account, this left hand goes in and the right hand goes out... it hasn't been warmed yet !"

"I agree with the boss's opinion," Huang Bailiang said, "It needs to be installed, and it must be installed quickly. Now the big customers have not come to the door, otherwise with our hardware conditions, come one and go one, come one pair and go one pair."

Kuang Zheng looked at him admiringly: "Xiaobai, you take Xia Ke with you to do this, and you must pretend to be tasteful to me." Then, he changed the topic, "Now is an extraordinary period, you are so troubled, wait for the business If you are on the right track, the people who should be matched are ready, and you focus on your legal advisers."

In fact, there was no such sentence in the back, and he had no complaints when asked Huang Bailiang to do the decoration, but Kuangzheng said that sentence, he is a boss who respects employees and their professional knowledge, Huang Bailiang tensed his cheeks, and slowly nodded.

After it was decided to decorate, Xia Ke was clamoring about how to dress up and what style to wear. At this time, there were footsteps from the other side of the gate.

Kuang Zheng glanced at his watch, it was 25:[-]: "Golden knife."

Duan Zhao was impatient and turned to look at him.

There was a strong smell of alcohol on his body, Kuangzheng pointed to his lower back: "Your shirt came out."

Duan Zhao touched the back with both hands, "Fuck," really, a part of the high-quality white shirt was exposed from the hem of the suit, "I'm so fucking drunk..."

Without an explanation, without a word of apology, he went straight to the bathroom. Huang Bailiang couldn't stand it any longer, and leaned on the table to get up, "Xiao Bai," but Kuang Zheng called him, "let him go."

"But……"

"He drank too much," Kuang Zheng lowered his head and continued to make plans, "Can you stop him from vomiting, and sit down."

Huang Bailiang admired Kuangzheng's demeanor, and even felt sorry for him. It's really a waste for such a person to come to them to waste their private money.

Half an hour later, Duan Zhao came out of the bathroom. He seemed to be a different person. His suit and shirt were neatly arranged, and his thick black hair was soaked with water. He came to Kuangzheng's desk.

"Say." Kuang Zheng didn't lift his head.

"Mr. Kuang," Duan Zhao pulled a chair and sat down, "There is a man named Tong who makes electronic components. The company is not big, but the profit is very stable. It ranks among the top [-] among our private enterprises and is preparing to go public. .”

Kuang Zheng put down his pen and leaned back in his chair to listen to him.

"He is short of money," Duan Zhao's eyes sparkled when he mentioned money. "In their business, copper is the main raw material. The price of copper has fluctuated wildly in the past two years. He often lacks liquidity!"

Kuang Zheng went straight to the point: "How?"

"We can design a financial product..."

Kuang Zheng raised his hand to interrupt him: "I'm not thinking about financial management right now."

"Boss Kuang..."

"Wanrong Zhenhui must transform from a low-end market that sells wealth management to a high-end private bank that provides high-quality services. Youqin's order has just started to improve, and we can't go back to the old way."

"Boss Kuang!" Duan Zhao argued, "The high ones should be climbed, and the low ones can't be thrown away! This is a big deal, and it's enough for the few of us to eat and drink for a year!"

Kuangzheng was not thinking about one year, but five, ten, or even longer at Wanrong Zhenhui. He didn't speak, and turned his chair to look out the window.

"Mr. Kuang, didn't you say that?" Duan Zhao tried to persuade him, "As long as we are of the same mind, the world will change color! I drank with that grandson yesterday until after three o'clock this morning, and his stomach was so full that he let him go Make an appointment!"

Kuang Zheng's fingers repeatedly rubbed against the leather armrest, but still did not move.

"Trust me once," Duan Zhao almost begged, "Trust me once, boss!"

He finally changed his words, and turned back to the "boss" with one foot: "You can have dinner with this person, why didn't you start his business earlier?"

"It turns out that we don't have the resources of a commercial firm," Duan Zhao was referring to Feng Kuan. "Now that you're here, with Wanrong's contacts and funds, I dare to take down any kind of Buddha!"

Kuang Zheng lowered his eyes, thinking.

"Tonight at 09:30," Duan Zhao stared at him burningly, "the old Cantonese taste of Yingbin Street."

At nightfall, Kuangzheng came to the door of Lao Guangweiwei on time in Duan Zhao's car. They went up to the second floor, and as soon as they entered the private room, there was a smiling white fat man sitting behind the round table, and in front of him was a half-eaten roasted pork belly. Goose.

"Brother Tong!" Duan Zhao smiled and led Kuang Zheng in, "I told you this, Brother Kuang!"

Brother Kuang?Kuang Zheng glanced at him, this kid's dual personality is scary, "Mr. Tong," he greeted, and just about to sit down at the table, the surname Tong stood up, wiped his hands, went to the hanger to pull off his coat, and wanted to leave look.

Kuang Zheng stood by the table and looked at Duan Zhao.

Duan Zhao quickly asked, "Brother Tong?"

"Let's go," Fatty Tong put on his fat coat, making him look bigger, looking like a wealthy coal boss, "Shouldn't we talk about business, how about the mess at the dinner table?"

So buddy, are you meeting at a hotel?Kuangzheng was confused in his heart, but his expression was calm: "Boss Tong is right."

Both he and Duan Zhao came on an empty stomach, and now they boarded the car again hungry, and drove out of Yingbin Street with Fatty Tong's white BMW.I thought it was going to his company, or some teahouse club, but I didn't expect that the car drove for more than an hour, drove directly out of the city, and arrived in a surrounding county.

The county town is different from the city center. It’s dark everywhere at [-] or [-] o’clock. From a distance, there is a big light box in front of you. The colorful lights display the words “Brother is drunk”. , is a business ktv.

Fatty Tong bit his toothpick and got out of the car. He walked into the store by himself without calling them. Kuang Zheng and Duan Zhao hurriedly followed. As soon as he entered the door, his eyes were almost dazzled—from the floor to the wall to the ceiling, all were pasted with gold paper. When the lights are on, it looks like the goddamn Western Paradise, in the same style as the promotional slogan on the banner at the store entrance: cross you to become a fairy.

Only two words flashed through Kuang Zheng's mind: magic.

He bite the bullet and walked in. There was a long corridor of more than ten meters. There was a closed glass on each side. On the other side of the glass was a large open room. The room was full of girls of all kinds, tall, short, and fat. They are thin, looking at their phones, filing their nails, laughing heartlessly, the only thing they have in common is that they all wear heavy makeup.

Kuangzheng graduated from a prestigious university and has worked in Hong Kong, London, and Singapore. He became an executive vice president at the age of 32, showing a stupid look that has never seen the world, and he was dumbfounded.

"The surname is Kuang, right?" Fatty Tong greeted him, "Whatever you want, order it yourself, and you pay the bill."

Kuang Zheng looked at the objectified girls in the glass wall, and felt a strong nausea. In Fumeihua, he polished the shoes of Zhengcai Mrs. Zhang's wife, and squatted down, but his personality remained intact. Now this Tong The fat man made him squat down even his personality, but he quit: "No, I'm not interested."

Fatty Tong was not happy with the six words of decisiveness: "What do you mean, brother, look down on brother leading this place?"

Duan Zhao quickly elbowed him.

"How is it possible?" Kuang Zheng smiled. He also acted on the occasion, and hugged women he didn't know in the Emerald Sun, but that was different. Those women were free, unlike these numb country girls, like cats and dogs or A cheap item was placed in the window for people to choose, "I..." He took out a cigarette and bit it, and said vaguely, "I'm not interested in women."

As soon as these words came out, let alone Fatty Tong, Duan Zhao was stunned.

"I'm a big boss," Fatty Tong looked him up and down, "Don't fool me!"

Kuang Zheng flipped on the lighter, exhaled smoke rings slowly, and said nothing.

Silence is sometimes the best language. Fatty Tong digested it and was quite enthusiastic. He asked the waiter who ordered next to him: "Do you have any men here?"

"No," the waiter said with a bitter face and an indecipherable accent, "If you want that, you have to go to the next county."

"It's gone, brother," Fatty Tong stopped embarrassing him, ordered one with Duan Zhao, and entered the private room with their arms around each other.

The layout of the room is the same as in the city, with a large screen, a touch karaoke station, and laser lights. The small coffee table in the middle of the room is filled with iced Carlsberg. There are at least fifty or sixty bottles. Fatty Tong’s big butt Sit down on the sofa and tell the waiter, "I'll open all of them."

This is for shopping, Kuang Zheng and Duan Zhao looked at each other, and sat down beside Fatty Tong.

Hungry, Kuang Zheng directly blew on the bottle, drank a bottle with sincerity, and cut straight to the point: "Mr. Tong, you need working capital, and Wanrong Zhenhui can provide it for you..."

Fatty Tong picked up the wine, didn't listen, turned around and poured the little girl in his arms violently, looking at his fat-headed appearance, the fire was burning, suddenly, he smacked the taste in his mouth, it seemed something was wrong, yes Just looking at the packaging on the bottle, it turned out that it wasn't "Carlsberg" but the fucking "Uncle Xi".

Kuang Zheng put down the wine bottle, raised his legs with a cold face, and stopped talking.

Fatty Tong glanced at him over there, as if he didn't see it, (a few words are inconvenient to appear here) stood up, and the two of them sang "Kindhearted Lover" in a chorus.

Kuangzheng and Baochan also sang this song, such a beautiful night, such a sincere love, were all ruined by this fat man and the shit businessman K, the unwillingness to sell money, the strong burning sensation in the stomach, fake wine and glass Wall girl, still wanting to go home immediately to see Bao Chan, Kuang Zheng couldn't bear it anymore, got up, kicked open the door and walked away.

Duan Zhao immediately went after him and shouted in the long and resplendent corridor of KTV: "Boss!"

Kuang Zheng ignored him.

"The surname is Kuang!" Duan Zhao shouted, "Stop!"

Kuang Zheng just stopped, flung the hem of his suit, pinched his waist and glared at him: "What is that Tong surnamed doing!" He was full of anger, "It's because he lacks money, or we are lacking money!"

A few meters away, Duan Zhao didn't choke with him, tilted his head, and the snake-like viciousness came up again: "Wanrong Investment Bank is really a place to raise a grandpa. You can't bear it anywhere..."

Kuang Zheng walked over a few steps and pushed him against the wall by his collar. Probably this vulgar KTV and that bottle of fake wine made him put down all his prudence and self-cultivation, and turned into a rampant beast.

"What's the matter, want to hit someone?" Duan Zhao raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Where the hell are those high-net-worth clients in your imagination? Here!" He pointed to the ceiling, "This disgusting KTV is reality! We are here Dealing with these local bosses, we have to get money from them, we are in public relations, boss!"

"It's not a fantasy," Kuang Zheng knew very well what the future of Wanrong Zhenhui would look like, and he was moving towards that goal step by step, "You have to trust me."

"You can trust me first, brother," Duan Zhao pushed his hand away and stroked the front of his shirt, "People surnamed Tong hate you pious elites the most. They don't order women, and don't drink fake wine. He, I don't do business with you either!"

To do business, the premise is trust. How can two different people trust each other?Only one of them makes the change first.The same is true of Kuang Zheng and Duan Zhao.

"Go back and take down that fat man," Duan Zhao put his arm around his shoulders, and said in a buddy-like tone, "Or go empty-handed?"

Kuang Zheng looked at the stairs not far away, and remained silent for a long time, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, turned around and rushed back to the private room: "You boy," he greeted viciously, "Get out of here!"