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Fatty Tong was surprised to see Kuangzheng coming back. He put his arms around the girl and looked at him blankly. Kuangzheng sat down beside him, took out three bottles of "Uncle Xi" from the wine pile, pulled off his tie, and threw it on the sofa: "President Tong , come on, don’t get drunk and don’t return.”

As he spoke, he touched the wine in Tong's hand and began to blow.

Fatty Tong watched him drink intently. The wine bottles in KTV were small, and three bottles were not much. Kuang Zheng wiped his mouth after drinking, and called Duan Zhao: "Duan Er, order me a song!"

Duan Zhao knew Fatty Tong, but he didn't know what Kuang Zheng could sing, so he ordered "My Good Brother" just to be on the safe side. Kuang Zheng never listened to these golden tunes, but as soon as the prelude of this song came out, he could sing with his mouth open:

"In your glorious moment, let me sing a song for you, my good brother, tell me if you are suffering in your heart!"

Kuangzheng sings in general, which belongs to the retro-literary, elegant and slightly drunk category, but this song, this aggrieved night, and the fake wine on it made him give up on himself, and suddenly had the urge to liberate himself, and devoted himself to it :

"Life will always have ups and downs, but you still have to live strong, cry and laugh, at least you still have me!"

He put all his heart into it, and Fatty Tong was also high. The man was feeling sad and aggrieved when he was hanging out outside. He grabbed the microphone, got up from the sofa, and yelled along with Kuang Zheng:

"The friendship of friends is higher than the sky and vaster than the earth. We will definitely remember those years!" The two people seemed to be singing higher than anyone else, shouting heartbreakingly, "The friendship of friends is the greatest thing in our life." Rare, like a glass of wine, like an old song!"

Duan Zhao had to plug his ears and secretly drank yogurt beside him.

Kuangzheng sang out of sweat. He took off his suit worth tens of thousands of yuan and threw it to him. He didn’t mention any business. He poured the wine with him. The real wine and the fake wine are fucking wine, the same is blended, what high-end , Low-end, those who can invest money are customers.

At this moment, he finally took off the layer of skin that he had worn for ten years - investment bank elites, M&A masters, all the glory and applause, now he has to let go and start from scratch.

Then he vomited, Duan Zhao accompanied him to the bathroom, when he vomited in the dark while holding the sink, Duan Zhao was brushing the London gold price, Kuang Zheng stared at the thin stream of water in the faucet with red eyes, feeling very homesick , Xiang Bao bloomed the hand on his back.

He wobbled back to the private room, there were still a dozen bottles of wine left on the table, Kuang Zheng sat down uncomfortably, Fatty Tong took the initiative to come over and talk to him: "Mr. Kuang, you can't drink like this."

After drinking the fake wine, the high songs also went crazy, Kuang Zheng didn't hide from him: "I went to Beidaihe a while ago, and got acute gastroenteritis, so I didn't do well."

"Beidaihe?" Kuangzheng didn't look like someone who went to Beidaihe. Fatty Tong was surprised, "Is that some kind of barbecue street?"

Kuang Zheng raised his eyebrows: "Have you been there too?"

"I fucking went there last year!" Fatty Tong patted his thigh, "I also ate too much, and I went to the hospital to hang the bottle!"

The same person who has fallen in the end of the world, Kuang Zheng picked up the wine: "I live on the third floor."

"I also live on the third floor. There is a small lawn downstairs, and only one tree with a crooked neck is still dead." Fatty Tong held his hand holding the wine. It's not worth it if any of the kidneys are drunk."

"It's okay," Kuang Zheng thought he was being polite, "I drank all twenty bottles, this one is not bad."

"No, buddy," Fatty Tong smiled, "Tell me about your private bank."

Suddenly talking about returning to business, Kuangzheng was a little uncomfortable: "I thought you didn't want to hear it."

"Tell me, tell me," Fatty Tong urged him, and Pangzi pierced him a cherry tomato from the fruit plate, "Copper prices have risen so much in the past two years, my brother is really short of money!"

As if a crack had broken through the hard ice, Kuang Zheng and Duan Zhao looked at each other and came up with a pre-determined plan: "I can get you a preferential loan on the premise that you buy our financial management."

"Use the money you gave to buy your things, and I still have to pay the interest on the loan," Fatty Tong smiled, "Do all the people in your bank think others are stupid?"

"One-year financial management," Kuang Zheng didn't talk to him, "It's specially made for you. I will freeze the money immediately when it arrives, and then use this list as a mortgage guarantee. I will go to Wanrong to apply for a loan for you. In the future, you will still have surplus to pay the interest on the loan with this wealth management income.”

Fatty Tong's eyes widened and he stared at him: "Wait a minute, brother, I can't turn around."

"Turn slowly." Kuang Zheng didn't urge him, just pulled the fruit plate over and shared it with Duan Zhao.

Fatty Tong has been in business for so many years, and he never thought that managing money could be done like this.

"But Brother Tong." At this time, Kuangzheng began to take the initiative, "This financial management can only cover 70%, and you have to mortgage the remaining 30%, otherwise I can't negotiate with the head office."

"Understood, understood..." Fatty Tong was very tempted, "We, the hard-working bastards, really can't turn you into finance!"

Kuang Zheng chewed a cherry and squinted at him: "We are professionals in playing money."

Fatty Tong liked his elitist flair, put his fat arm on his shoulder, and said with a final word: "Brother, brother did it!"

Kuang Zheng nodded, waiting for him to report the amount of money, as long as he can invest 900 million, his fake wine for the night will be worth it.

"Let's get three thousand and five first." Fatty Tong said.

Kuang Zheng stopped stabbing the watermelon, thinking he heard it wrong: "How much?"

"This is the first time we have cooperated." Fatty Tong was still a little embarrassed, "You have to let brother try first."

Buying 500 million in one go for financial management is just testing the waters, Kuang Zheng was stunned, how much money does this fat man have!He looked at Duan Zhao, and that kid also looked blank, obviously he didn't know what this guy was doing.

It is unimaginable that a fat man wearing a ragged coat, going to nightclubs in the county town in the middle of the night, and drinking fake wine is so generous. Chance took out his business card, "Tomorrow you come to our company to sign the contract, we will operate immediately and strive to get the funds in place within two weeks."

"Oh brother," Fatty Tong pushed away his video, took out his phone and opened the WeChat QR code, "Brother's code, just scan it!"

Kuang Zheng made him laugh. Most rich people are very sensitive to two things, one is "privacy" and the other is "circle". There are very few people who are as open-minded as Fatty Tong, and they send personal WeChat messages when they come up.

"Brother, I won't hide it from you," Fatty Tong said the truth when the wine was ready, "I'm the most annoying private banker, wearing a shabby suit, there are five people and six people," he patted his big belly, "I look down on us Big boss, he still wants to make money from us! Get out of here!"

After hearing this, Kuang Zheng could understand his previous contempt and difficulty. No one's money came from a strong wind. Even if he was worth billions of dollars, he still wanted to hand over his assets to someone who was pleasing to the eye.

They sang a few agricultural heavy metal songs. After three o'clock, Kuangzheng settled the bill. The three of them were going back to the city. Duan Zhao didn't drink, so he proposed to drive his car, and send the surname Tong first, and then send Kuangzheng. drive.

"Brother," Kuang Zheng was sitting in the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz, looking at the erratic BMW ahead, "don't let anything happen."

"He doesn't want to kill himself," Duan Zhao opened the Gaode map, afraid that Jiu Mengzi would lead him astray, "What do you care about him?"

"I'm not afraid of him," Kuang Zheng lazily leaned back in his chair, "I'm afraid of the 500 million."

"Fuck," Duan Zhao laughed, looking at him through the rear view mirror, "Isn't it worth drinking the fake wine, and listening to my brother's words, it's worth it tonight!"

"It's worth it," Kuangzheng was very happy, and when he was happy, he wanted to call Baochan, but he was afraid that he would fall asleep, so he was struggling with the phone, when the ringtone rang, and he glanced at the screen, it was the person he was thinking of, "Hello... ..." He looked out of the slightly frosted window, his voice was very soft, "Going back...it will be five or six o'clock when I get home."

Duan Zhao had never heard him speak like this before, the fox's ears perked up.

"...Go back and sleep for a while, I will open the door myself when I arrive."

Should it be a girlfriend, or...boyfriend?

"No, absolutely not!" Kuangzheng was still drunk, and his expression and tone were not as coquettish as usual. Put on a Band-Aid!"

Duan Zhao looked at his stupid look like a dog, he looked like the poor man at home, rolled his eyes, and stared at the dark road ahead.

Fatty Tong arrived home safely, Duan Zhao turned around and sent Kuangzheng back to the villa. From a distance, he saw some lights in the middle of the mountain ahead: "Is it the one with the lights?"

"Yes," Kuangzheng was not surprised, no matter how late it was, Baochan would wait for him with a light on, "It's my home."

In fact, it wasn't his house at all, it was the real estate of some local tyrant. He was unhappy when he thought that so many stories about him and Baochan happened in other people's houses.

After parking the car, Duan Zhao came to help him, stepped up the steps, opened the door with his fingerprints, and entered the house, and saw Bao Chan curled up on the sofa with his head tilted, sleeping like a puppy.

Kuang Zheng hurriedly gestured to Duan Zhaobi, telling him to keep quiet and go.

With a quick glance, Duan Zhao didn't see clearly whether it was a boy or a girl with a boy's hair. No matter what, Kuang Zheng's taste didn't seem to be straight.

Duan Zhao took the door and left, Kuang Zheng tiptoed to the sofa, squatted down, and gently touched Bao Chan's hair like a psychopath.

"Hmm..." Baochan woke him up, frowning and moving, "Brother?"

Kuang Zheng didn't know what was wrong, but when he saw those sleepy eyes, he suddenly wanted to be drunk, so he threw off his suit and sang the song he learned from Fatty Tong on KTV just now: "Who knocked on my door and window, Who broke into my dreamland?"

Baochan startled him, rubbed his eyes and pushed him: "Brother, what are you doing?"

Kuangzheng, smelling of alcohol, knelt on the ground and opened his arms to him handsomely: "Don't make me look around, don't make me guess every day, who is my groom and whose bride am I!"

Baochan bypassed him and walked towards the kitchen: "You said you didn't drink too much, you crazy drunk!"

Kuang Zheng chased after him and sang shamelessly, "Hey hey hey! Come quickly to my side!"

"I'm not going!" Baochan mixed honey water for him to soothe the wine, "Where did I learn this song, it's like a duet..."

"Hey hey!" Kuang Zheng blocked him shamelessly, pulled his shoulders and wrists, held the warm silver bracelet, and sang drunkenly, "Hurry up and see our parents..."