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The Taizihu Horse Club occupies a large area. It has been in operation for eleven or twelve years. At most, it has raised nearly a hundred thoroughbred horses, and also accepts private horses as foster care. Kuangzheng came here with Duan Zhao. Wearing a suit, but jeans and boots, and a black calfskin hunting suit on the upper body.

The two followed Brother Zhao's friend into the park, and they were accompanied all the way. There were obstacle course facilities nearby, and in the distance were flat lakes and green grassy mountain slopes. The temperature in the suburbs was low, and the leaves had turned yellow. The sky is a piece of golden forest.

Kuang Zheng and Duan Zhao sat down at the cafe next to the racing track. At ten o'clock in the morning, the small tables around were already full of people. They all wore formal suits like Kuang Zheng, and their business leather shoes were more or less stained. mud.

"Gs's." Duan Zhao took a sip of his coffee, and glanced at the tables before and after him, "That table, Furong's, hey, Deban Kelio is here too, the competition is fierce, boss."

"Let them rush," Kuang Zheng leisurely held his cup, "Let's see the situation first."

After a while, the sound of horseshoes came from far to near, and the people at the surrounding tables visibly became agitated. They put down the coffee in their hands one after another, walked out of the awning, and greeted them with smiles on their faces.

A black horse with a shoulder height of about 1.7 meters, an untouched mane, and a satin-like fur on the neck. A young man jumped off it. Like Duan Zhao, he was wearing boots and jeans, and his upper body was a casual suit jacket. , took off his gloves and flicked the dirt on his knees, and was surrounded by everyone and walked to the rest area.

"It's just him," Duan Zhao glanced at the man up and down, "It's just a kid."

"One year older than you." Kuangzheng put down his glass. Brother Zhao pushed him a few messages yesterday. This person's surname is Gu, 26 years old, a family from Wenzhou, and a high-tech industry.

"26 is a kid," Duan Zhao said with his predatory eyes, seeing the group of account managers surrounded him three layers in and out, "We can't grab the slot here."

Kuang Zheng nodded: "Looks like we have to find another way."

"Boss," Duan Zhao asked suddenly, "how is your horse riding?"

"General," said Kuangzheng, who had ridden a horse a few times, but he was not good at it. The main reason was that he was busy with work and didn't have time. As soon as he got on the horse, he knew he was a novice, "I have to practice..."

Before he could finish speaking, Duan Zhao kicked off his boots and stood up: "Then I'll do it."

Kuang Zheng was taken aback, and saw that he went to lead a horse, and the whip was slipped into his boots. The boy's posture on the horse was very special, he jumped up with the saddle in his arms, it didn't look so obvious. Duan Zhao often rides horses, and he rides well. He took the rein and slid around a few times, then suddenly accelerated and rushed towards the obstacle course ahead.

With the sound of swift horseshoes, everyone turned their heads, only to see Duan Zhao leaning straight on the horse's back, jumping up in a controlled rhythm, easily jumping over an obstacle, then making a sharp turn, crossing two small ditches, and crossing another obstacle In addition to the two more difficult board walls, he passed ten of the twelve obstacles in a row.

Kuang Zheng got up from his seat. The two board walls were not his inability, but his horse’s inability. He had no special training and lacked warm-up. Applause rang out in the rest area. It would be impossible to play so smoothly without thousands of hours of training.

Duan Zhao's coquettish maneuvers successfully attracted the attention of the target person, and the surname Gu squeezed out from the crowd of account managers with a whip, led the beautiful black horse, turned over, and rushed Duan Zhao into the obstacle zone.

"Hi!" Two young men in similar clothes stood side by side in the mud, "The technique is good!"

Duan Zhao glanced at him and ignored him.

"Are you from the local area?" Xiao Gu Yinma brushed against him, "Which one is from, why haven't I seen it before?"

He asked this because he regarded Duan Zhao as a jockey player like him.

Duan Zhao didn't answer, turned around and jumped out of the obstacle zone as if he was annoyed.

"Hey!" Xiao Gu chased after him, and the two horses ran across the slope one after the other, facing the colorful sunlight in the mountains and ran towards the lake. Slowly moving clouds.

"Why are you running!" Xiao Gu shouted behind him, "Your horse can't outrun me!"

He was right, he was a Belgian warm-blood horse brought in by air, and Duan Zhao's was a training horse provided by the Jockey Club. After running far, Xiao Gu caught up with him. He was bad enough, and stuck behind Duan Zhao, Take the whip and slap his horse's ass hard.

The inferior horse was in pain, raised its front hooves and swayed its back, almost shaking Duan Zhao off, he turned his head and gave Gu a look, pulled the reins of the horse, and rushed towards the poplar forest next to him.

The horse's hooves are flying fast, as if about to ride the wind, at such an astonishing speed, the branches from the lower places hit him head-on, Duan Zhao leaned over on the horse's back, and dodged the generals, but the young master behind him was unprepared, and was swept away by the branches On his face, half of the red mark was drawn out.

"Hahahaha!" Duan Zhao's laughter came from the front, Xiao Gu quickly tightened the reins and stopped on the spot, touched his face, but fortunately there was no blood.

"Hey, tat for tat," the shadow of the tree whirled, only Duan Zhao's voice was heard, but no one was in sight, "I led you in because you whipped my ass!"

Xiao Gu stared at the swaying branches in front of him. From the deep and shallow golden yellow and the layers of broad leaves, one person and one horse came out. Horses are inferior horses, but people are wonderful people.

"Bloodfaced," Duan Zhao looked at him from a distance, "Going out will make people laugh."

"Which family do you belong to!" Xiao Gu became angry.

"Me?" Duan Zhao raised one leg on the saddle, like a bully blocking the way, "I'm not a member, I'm just like the group of people around you, I'm the account manager of Wanrong Zhenhui."

Xiao Gu frowned, as if he didn't believe that an account manager could have such good riding skills.

"How about making a deal?" Duan Zhao smiled at him, with the naughtiness of a rich man, "I'll show you a path, you can go out, but you have to tell me why you are looking for a private bank first."

Duan Zhao and Xiao Gu haven't come back for a long time, the coffee is cold, Kuang Zheng is looking at the distant mountain scenery, bored, someone sat down beside him: "Hello, Wanrong Zhenhui?"

Kuang Zheng raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "Who are you?"

"It's from GS," the other party smiled, "The one who led people away is your account manager?"

Kuang Zheng was noncommittal.

"Don't waste your efforts," the GS person said with a smile, "You are simply not qualified for this level of clients."

The private banking department of gs has been cultivating in the country for nearly ten years, and it is normal to look down on a grassroots team like Wanrong Zhenhui, "Really," Kuang Zheng smiled more kindly than him, "Then why did we get people away?"

The other party was silent for a moment, and then said: "You can't do this order."

Just as he was talking, Duan Zhao came back on horseback, the man from GS stepped aside and got up, Duan Zhao patted the leaves on his body, and sat next to Kuang Zheng: "Boss," the first sentence was, "We can't do this order."

A few seconds ago, Kuang Zheng just heard the same words: "Why?"

Duan Zhao leaned over across the table and pressed his ear: "Zhan Guohong, have you heard of it?"

Kuang Zheng had no impression.

"A kind of virtual currency," Duan Zhao repeated Xiao Gu's words, "It appeared in the international currency circle half a year ago, and it has not yet logged into the mainstream purchase platform. He wants to buy in large quantities and is looking for a private bank with a channel."

Kuang Zheng suddenly realized, no wonder GS said they couldn't do it, this kind of niche speculative product in the initial stage is only traded among insiders, they really have no way out.

With the mountain wind blowing their heads, the two headed back home. Duan Zhao answered a phone call on the way. It was the eldest sister who used to run a milk tea chain. She was exhausted from fighting with her daughter-in-law, and asked him to accompany her to do Chinese medicine for health preservation.Duan Zhao scolded his mother, sent a voice message to Kuangzheng, took a turn to get off the elevated road, and contacted an internal medicine specialist.

Back at Wanrong Zhenhui, the first thing Kuang Zheng did when he entered the office was to call Baochan, and he had only left in the morning, so he couldn't think about it right now: "Hey, Bao'er, have you eaten yet?"

Baochan's tone was a bit strange: "I ate it."

Kuang Zheng vaguely heard the sound of the TV: "Are you at home?"

"Yeah." Baochan didn't seem to want to talk to him.

"Don't tell me when you get home," Kuang Zheng felt sorry for him for the hour-plus walk, "I'll see you off."

Bao Chan's question was not answered: "There will be an important performance next week, and I will give everyone a day off."

Kuang Zheng felt that he was making a fuss: "What's the matter, Bao'er?"

"I washed your sheets," Baochan said in a muffled voice, "Throw away all the expired things in the bedside table."

Nightstand?Kuangzheng stood up from the boss's chair, expired... He opened his mouth: "No, Bao'er..."

"Stop talking, I seem to hear Dahei calling."

The phone was disconnected, and Kuangzheng stood in front of the big bright window of the president's office, a little dazed, is there any expired ones in the bedside table?He hasn't used it for a long time, so he doesn't have any impression of it. To be honest, his private life is not a mess, but from Bao Chan's point of view, it seems that he is a romantic old hooligan...

While feeling depressed, the internal phone rang, saying that a guest surnamed Gu had come.

This surname caught Kuang Zheng's attention, and he went downstairs immediately. Sure enough, the person standing at the front desk was Xiao Gu from the racecourse. he."

Kuang Zheng glanced at his watch, and he chased him after only two hours, "Manager Duan is out on duty." He looked at the bruises on his face, unable to imagine how Jin Dao made him like this, "You can... ..."

Xiao Gu raised his head: "I'll wait for him."

"Okay," Kuang Zheng called back, "Xia Ke, come and accompany me."

After that, he turned and went upstairs. Although he still didn't know what Zhan Guohong was, and he had no way to contact him, but people had already reached his territory, and it was really not his style not to take a bite.Entering the office, Kuang Zheng turned on his computer and searched the entire network, but found nothing. He switched to the onion browser and went to the dark web, only to find a few words.

After watching for more than half an hour, it was enough to fool around for a while. He turned back and went downstairs. He thought he was in the reception room, but Xia Ke led Xiao Gu to the office area. The two stood facing each other, drinking from a disposable paper cup The instant coffee in the restaurant, in a language that Kuang Zheng couldn't understand at all, chatted enthusiastically.

Kuangzheng was a little confused, and happened to come to Xiaoxing to ask him to report on the construction of the customer database. Over there, Xia Ke and Xiao Gu crossed their shoulders and walked out while chatting. Before Kuangzheng could fool around, he had already left Wan Rongzhen exchange.

After Xia Ke finished sending him back, Kuangzheng called him to a stop: "Okay, let's talk about him as a buddy."

Xia Ke smacked his lips and beamed with joy: "Boss, have you finally discovered my ability?"

Kuang Zheng smiled: "I have discovered your ability a long time ago."

Mouth broken.

Xia Ke put his hands in his pockets and shook his head: "No way, I was born with a gold medal publicist."

"What language do you speak?" Kuang Zheng was sure it wasn't English, French, Japanese, or Korean.

Xia Ke's eyes widened: "Boss, we speak the local dialect."

Kuang Zheng was stunned: "...Where's the native dialect?"

"Wenzhou," Xia Ke said, "I am from Wenzhou, and my ancestral home is the same county, one town, and one village as him. In our place, we can't understand each other if we go out by bicycle for 5 minutes. You know what it means when you say the same words. Well, they are almost half-brothers!"

That's okay too?Kuang Zheng lived in a big city since he was a child, so he didn't understand the kind of fellowship he was talking about.

"Boss, don't worry," Xia Ke stood on tiptoe with great effort, draping his right shoulders, "I will definitely win this big order that is rare in a century and hard to find in a thousand years!"

Kuang Zheng glanced at his hand on his shoulder, and wanted to tease him: "There is something called Warring States Red, what is it, where to buy it, and how much is it per catty, do you know?"

Xia Ke choked, and Lai Xiaoxing, who was changing the data with unkempt hair, suddenly said, "I know, the moderator of Warring States Red China is my good friend."