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Kuangzheng arrived at the bottom of the theater building and was about to turn into the side street when a black Bentley drove out, slowed down on both sides at the same time, and passed by.

There are often luxury cars around here, but Kuangzheng didn't take it seriously. As soon as he entered the small street, he saw Baochan standing at the door of the building, and was about to turn around to go back. His first reaction was to honk the horn, but he was afraid that the sudden sound would scare him, so he put it down. Head out the window: "Baochan!"

Baochan turned around in response, saw him in the dim night, froze for a moment, and lowered his eyes abnormally.

"Why did you come down so early?" Kuangzheng turned around and came in front of him, "waiting for me?"

Baochan glanced at the intersection, hesitant to speak: "I'll go up and pack my things...you wait for me."

Of course Kuang Zheng waited for him: "What's wrong, the play didn't go well?"

"No," Bao Chan muttered because he acted too well, "Tired."

Kuang Zheng looked around, there was no one there, he reached out his hand from the car window and held his wrist: "Go home, brother coax you."

"I'm not a child," Baochan pulled out his hand, "You don't need to coax me."

Kuangzheng had a bit of ruffian energy: "I'm just coaxing you."

Baozhan showed a little smile: "...annoying."

He turned around and entered the building, walking, looking back at Kuangzheng, that was his reliance, his backing, because this person, Han Boss proposed to buy him from Mavericks half an hour ago, but he originally refused.

"That kid doesn't know how to act," Mr. Han said, "Let him hold you and spoil you."

Listening to his indifferent tone, Baochan shook his head: "There is no calf, and there is no cup of tea we have now."

Boss Han put down his cup and looked at him puzzled.

"My group is called Ruyizhou," Baozhan held his breath, "It has a history of more than 100 years, but just three months ago, we had no water or electricity, and we couldn't even pay the rent."

Mr. Han was a little surprised. When they met for the first time, this silly boy didn't brag about his master's martial arts, but gave all the details.

"This building," Baochan looked at the luxurious tea room in front of him, "is not ours, it was lent to us by the foundation. We have nothing but a few voices."

When he said these words, he didn't mean to make Qu Bo sympathize at all, but he heard it in the ears of Mr. Han, who loves to play, but he couldn't stand it, as if he caused Baozhan to suffer this crime because he was late.

"Xiao Niu doesn't understand theater, and loves money," Baochan admits, "but if he hadn't given us the show, where would we have opera singing, and where would we get to know a big boss like you, who said he would buy us out?"

The simple and plain two sentences left Boss Han speechless.

"People," Baochan said in a low voice, "don't be ungrateful."

It turned out that this is how he looked at the matter, "Boss Bao," Mr. Han pushed the tea set away, and stopped playing with him, "I'm older than you, so I'll call you my little brother." After a short pause, he said, "You are too simple."

Bao Chan raised his eyebrows, there was only a small table, and the two of them were separated by a stone's throw.

"You talk about friendship with others, and they only talk about business with you," Mr. Han taught him, "You sing with your voice, and we pay for the audience. Their managers only build a bridge in the middle, but because of this way, He wants to scrape a fortune from you, where does the money come from, it comes from your throat, you feed him, do you understand?"

Baochan understands.

"I bought you out to pay liquidated damages, three times and five times, real money, did he lose money?"

No.

"You feel in your heart that you owe him, and I will make it up to him for you," Mr. Han said firmly, not allowing Baochan to refuse, "I bought you, not for me, but for yourself, so that you will have more money from now on. A free body."

Free body... Baochan never felt that he was not free. He was used to being poor, used to suffering, and used to forbearance. The world was an obstacle to him every step of the way. , he never knew freedom.

"Not only that," Mr. Han thought for a while, "I have to inject capital into you. In the early stage...first invest 500 million." He pointed to Baochan's chest, "It will give you confidence in this street."

500?Bao Chan was dumbfounded: "I... we can't afford it!"

"No need to pay back," Boss Han waved his hand casually, a little rich and powerful, "as long as you sing steadily and sing well, leave a seat for Big Brother under the stage," he smiled, "this 500 million will be treated as I, Han Wenshan, spent my whole life listening to theater tickets in your Ruyizhou."

"What movie ticket?" Baozhan smiled wryly, "it can be worth 500 million..."

"Stupid boy!" Han Wenshan smiled and patted his hand like a pampered elder, "Just because of your voice, you gave my brother a big discount of 500 million!"

Baochan felt that he was lying to herself, so she didn't say anything, but there was a look of embarrassment between her brows and eyes.

Han Wenshan could see it, "Let's put it this way," he poured another cup of tea for Baozhan, "In this city, where ordinary people can't see, there is a frightening circle of movie fans, but you haven't touched it yet."

Baochan didn't quite understand what he meant.

"Take your time," Han Wenshan refilled a cup for himself, the aroma of the tea was warming, "I promise, within half a year, if you look back at the 500 million, it won't be money anymore."

Bao Chan was stunned.

"As for me, I'll buy you first," Han Wenshan clinked glasses with him, "You're clean and tidy, I'll take you to the 'Lingxiao Palace' for a while."

Soaring Heaven Palace?Baochan obsessively agreed to the four words in the cloud. He might be rash or even risky, but he just made a decisive decision and wanted to fight for a chance to change his life for himself and Ruyizhou.

Sitting in Kuangzheng's co-pilot, Baochan fastened his seat belt, and didn't know how to speak. Not long ago, he had an argument with Kuangzheng about this matter. Kuangzheng wanted to buy him, but he refused, but when he turned around, he into someone else's boat.

"Brother..." Baochan yelled like a mosquito.

"Are you hungry?" Kuang Zheng didn't hear, and brought a butterfly-shaped pink paper box from the back seat, "I bought a cake, avocado cheese from Honey House."

Baochan took it over, heavy, and Kuangzheng opened the wrapping paper for him, and there was a sweet and sweet aroma of honey, "Let's eat it at home," Baochan said, "It's not easy to wash in the car."

"What do you do with the car?" Kuang Zheng put it in the forward gear and turned the steering wheel with one hand. "It doesn't matter whether you are hungry or not. If the car is dirty, let's change it."

280 million cars, 360 million liquidated damages, and 500 million sponsorship fees, astronomical figures that were unimaginable in the past, but now they are just everyday life. The night outside the window was gentle, and the dark blue sky was a little purple, and they drove towards that red, as if they were chasing fate.

For the first bite, he didn't think about himself, and fed it to Kuangzheng with both hands.

"That's right." Kuang Zheng's eyes were fixed on Lu, but his heart was on him. "Let's take a break first. You've been singing all night, and you're exhausted."

The second sip was given to him by Baochan. The soft cheese was so sweet that people squinted his eyes. It was not cheap saccharin, but a real floral and fruity aroma. He guessed that such a small piece would cost tens or hundreds of dollars. For the first time, I realized that people need to live well in this world, and it is absolutely impossible to live without money...

Suddenly a sudden brake, he slammed forward, the car screeched to a stop, and there was a harsh horn sound outside the window.

"Holy!" Kuang Zheng cursed, shifted into reverse gear, and quickly reversed the car with Bao Chan's seat back. Right in front of them, a Sahara and an oil tanker collided. Fortunately, Kuang Zheng braked in time, or he would have become a bunch of candied haws The third car.

"Friday nights are prone to accidents," Kuangzheng said to himself, and quickly looked towards Baochan, "You are fine..." Suddenly, he smiled, haha, stretched out his hand and scratched Baochan's nose, and scraped a little The ball of cream, taking advantage of the night, pretended to be casual, put it in his mouth, and sucked it off with his tongue.

Ordinary cream, because it was mixed with the taste of treasure, was so sweet that it made his heart palpitate.

"You messed up your face?" Baochan didn't know anything about Kuangzheng's wishful thinking, turned down the small mirror on his head, saw himself like a little cat, wiped his hands and licked it clean, "Fortunately, he didn't fall off the car, otherwise it would be difficult washed."

With his ignorant look, Kuang Zheng secretly glanced at him, but couldn't restrain himself, he stretched out his hand, and gently pinched his face.

Baochan immediately tilted his head, the numbness behind his ears: "Brother..."

"Huh?" Kuang Zheng said in a nasal voice, as if he was drunk.

"I..." Baochan hesitated.

"What?" Kuang Zheng was not in a hurry, waiting for him to say, whatever he said was nice.

"I'm going to terminate the contract with the Mavericks."

"Oh?" Kuang Zheng was quite surprised, "Then I will prepare the money."

"No..." Baochan lowered his head, "I don't need your money, someone... will pay me."

Kuang Zheng heard that something was wrong, and frowned. The faint sense of crisis and jealousy before had all intensified and inflated at this moment.

"It's today's guest," Baochan was afraid that he would be worried, so he quickly added, "I'm very kind, big brother, you want to buy me out, so that I can sing with peace of mind."

What?purchase?Who buys it?Shock, jealousy, anger, all kinds of strong emotions filled his mind, Kuangzheng felt that he was going to explode, and tried to control his tone: "Don't let me buy it," he subconsciously hit the accelerator, because he was driving too fast, he could only honk the horn crazily , "But let others buy it?"

"No," Baozhan explained, "he is very rich. He not only paid liquidated damages, but also sponsored Ruyizhou, a total of 860 million..."

He kept talking about money, but Kuangzheng couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted: "You found someone richer than me, right?"

With no beginning or end, Bao Chan was stunned.

He thought that Kuangzheng would be unhappy and might lose his temper, but he didn't expect such fury: "Brother?" Still holding the cheesecake in his hand, he asked blankly, "What's wrong with you..."

"I..." Kuangzheng held his breath in his chest, wanting to just tell him clearly, "My mother..." He was depressed, he was jealous, he had a perverted possessive desire, because he was so stupid and liked—— —

He gritted his teeth, but in the end he didn't dare, because he knew Baochan, and in his eyes, men and men were dirty, hooligans, and unethical.

Kuang Zheng didn't speak anymore, and he drove all the way with a dark face. When he reached the door, he slammed the door and got out of the car. Bao Chan wanted to catch up, but the cheesecake was still in his hand, so he tidied it up hastily.

Kuang Zheng strode up the steps, took out the key to open the door, there was a snap on the opposite side, he turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw someone coming out of the building, and saw a vague figure through the dim streetlight.

With an exaggerated golden suit and shiny hair, Kuang Zheng recognized at a glance that his original neighbor and Baochan's homeowner was none other than his old enemy Daishan.

Daishan locked the door and turned around, and saw him too, both sides were stunned in a flash, at this moment Baochan chased out of the car with the cake, holding Kuangzheng's arm a little flatteringly: "Brother, wait a minute I..." He tilted his head, saw Daishan across the road, blinked, and called out, "Boss Dai?"