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After exchanging phone numbers and chatting for a while, before leaving, Kuang Zheng proposed to send Baozhan to work the next day.

It was still seven o'clock, in front of Baochan's house.

The first time is raw and the second time is familiar, this time Baochan went straight to the Panamera and got into the co-pilot.

He was still wearing the faded jeans from yesterday, and the T-shirt was replaced with a light yellow one, which was still tucked into his waist. His short hair was blown back by the morning wind, revealing his full forehead, which was very nice.

"Morning." Kuang Zheng pressed the central lock.

He is wearing a slim dark green suit today, without a tie, the neckline is slightly open, and his hair is loosely grasped with pomade, showing a kind of elegant leisure.

"Morning," Baochan put on his seat belt, "have you slept well?"

"It's okay," Kuang Zheng didn't come with him when he was familiar, "Seven o'clock is early enough."

"It's because you went to bed too late," Baochan glanced at him, "the dark circles under your eyes have come out."

"Just work like this, there's no way." Kuangzheng took off his suit jacket and gave it to him like last time.

Baochan took it and put it on his chest: "Let's go."

Kuangzheng stepped on the gas pedal, there was only one road into the city from here, it was midsummer, both sides of the road were full of unknown small flowers, and the wind swayed from side to side.Baochan suddenly wished that time would just stop like this, without thinking about Ruyizhou, the future of each of them, and money.

But no, he looked at Kuangzheng: "You..."

Can you lend me some money, seven words, like a dirty rope, strangled his throat.

"Huh?" Kuangzheng could feel that there was something on his mind, it was the same last time, he guessed it was because of money.

"You..." Baochan forced himself, summoned up his courage, but didn't say it out, "Where do you work?"

Kuang Zheng was taken aback, then smiled: "Financial Street, Wan Rong."

Wanrong is a big bank, and Ruyizhou's account is opened there. Baochan thought for a while: "Can you get a loan there?"

Kuang Zheng was taken aback again: "I'm not in the loan business, I'm in the investment banking department."

"Investment bank...department?" This is the first time Baochan has heard of this word.

"Some people sell eggplants, others sell cars," Kuang Zheng explained, "I sell companies."

Like selling an eggplant... selling a company?Baochan was frightened by him, so he didn't mention borrowing money or loans for a while: "Just drop me off at the intersection of Youai Road and Wuqi Street. There is a bus stop there."

To the east of Youai Road is Financial Street, and to the west is Nanshan District. It is convenient for both of us to get off there. Kuangzheng said, "I can find someone for you for a loan. Do you have any collateral?"

No, the building of the troupe is rented, and Baochan has no private property, he shook his head.

"How much do you need?" Kuang Zheng asked again, as long as Bao Chan told him the amount, he could borrow it.

But Baochen didn't say anything.

When the place arrived, Kuangzheng put him down, watched him walk to the bus station, turned to the left, and made a phone call while waiting for the light: "Old Bai, it's me."

Bai Yinwu obviously hasn't gotten up yet, turned over and yelled: "You kid is going crazy, call me at 08:30!"

"I have something to do." Kuang Zheng didn't go around in circles with him, "I have something I want for this newcomer."

"Don't ask me for trouble," Bai Yinwu directly refused, "Which one do you want, report to HR, and the higher-ups will make a reasonable allocation after comprehensive consideration."

"Don't speak bureaucratically with me," Kuang Zheng tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, "I beg you just this once."

There was silence over there, and then said: "Originally, there are two places in the M&A. If you ask for it, there will only be one."

"No problem," Kuang Zheng opened his mouth to announce his name, "Duan Xiaojun."

"Who?" Bai Yinwu lowered his voice, "What do you want him for?"

"A rubbish rookie, you, the managing director, know his name, why do you think I want him?" After finishing speaking, Kuang Zheng hung up the phone, curled up his lips triumphantly, and drove the car onto the narrow dual carriageway on Financial Street.

When he arrived at the company, he went up to the 34th floor. This floor is the Human Resources Management Office. The administrative department goes to work early. As soon as he entered, more than a dozen girls greeted him like a cannonball: "Mr. Kuang!"

It felt like entering Pansi Cave, Kuang Zheng smiled at them, and pushed open the door of the manager's office: "Dacheng, Laobai, please say hello to you, I want someone."

Sitting behind the desk, the HR manager Wang Youcheng pushed the gold-rimmed eyes on the bridge of his nose: "I'm going through the formalities, and the deputy manager will send it to you later."

"Thank you." Kuang Zheng walked out with him. Wang Youcheng was a fine person. From interns to senior managers, he didn't know the background of anyone. He was calm on the surface, but he knew everything in his heart.

Kuang Zheng and the little girls waved and left HR, followed by another string: "Boss Kuang, go slowly!"

He took the elevator to the 57th floor, his own department, and as soon as he entered the office area, Clemen was there, and he was surprised to see him: "Boss, is it so early today?"

"A newcomer will arrive in a while," Kuangzheng pointed to his chest, which meant that it was allotted to him, "ready to pick him up."

Clemen only worked as an analyst for two years, and Kuangzheng promoted him to be a manager. For nothing else, he worked neatly for him without making mistakes, and he was able to stay up late, with a look of desperate overtime.

"Which one?" Clemen was very excited for the first time he had someone under his command, "Is it the one from Peking University? I've been coveting him for a long time. He has been an intern in G&S Hong Kong branch!"

"There's so much nonsense," Kuang Zheng glanced at him, and walked to his own independent office, "Give me the information on Fusion Real Estate, as well as the minutes of the last joint meeting."

After entering the room and closing the door, he took off his suit and started to work. It took half an hour, no more than 45 minutes at the most, when Daishan arrived, wearing an exaggerated white suit, with a big oily head, and rushed in aggressively.

"Guangzheng, you can do it." Seeing Kuangzheng, VP vs. VP, he suppressed his anger.

Kuang Zheng didn't get up from his seat, and waited for the door to close before he said, "I'm pretty good, what do you mean specifically?"

Dai Shan blushed so angry that he kicked his desk: "Duan Xiaojun!"

"Duan Xiaojun?" Kuang Zheng frowned, "What does our M&A people have to do with your capital market department?"

Dai Shan gritted his teeth with hatred: "How did you know I wanted him?"

"Heh," Kuang Zheng smiled, leaning back in the chair, "Haven't you always been like this, you deliberately don't touch what you want."

In Macau, he was obviously interested in one of Duan Xiaojun and Bonnie, but he only got in touch with Bonnie, using Duan Xiaojun as air.

Daishan was surprised that Kuangzheng knew him far more than he imagined.

"You, or someone under you," Kuang Zheng got up from his seat, "Is Duan Xiaojun's matching interviewer?"

As soon as this remark came out, Daishan was even more shocked. '

"Which interviewer dares to take someone who wants to smash a window with a chair? This person finally appeared in the newcomer training," Kuangzheng speculated, "It's because the higher-ups don't let us eliminate it. Which big client does Duan Xiaojun belong to?"

He was right, and Daishan remained silent.

Kuangzheng and him face to face, a little provocative, the whole world thinks that Daishan is smart, but in fact he is just a clever guy who plays stocks and futures, and someone like Kuangzheng who hides his teeth well and doesn't show his face is the big one. wisdom.

Daishan was defeated, and he opened the door silently. Outside the door, Clemen stood there, complaining angrily and aggrievedly: "Brother, what do you want!"

A few steps ahead, Duan Xiaojun stood there helplessly.

Daishan walked over and paused slightly when rubbing shoulders with him: "Your bad days are coming."

Kuang Zheng ignored Clemen, hooked Duan Xiaojun with his finger: "You come in."

"Boss!" Clemen looked as if he was about to pack the person up and send him back to HR.

Kuang Zheng pointed at him: "Go out." Going out is not enough, "close the door."

Clemen was full of anger, turned around and dragged Duan Xiaojun in, gave him a hard look, and closed the door gently.

Kuang Zheng sat back at his desk and looked Duan Xiaojun up and down: "You are wearing a torn suit, change it for me tomorrow."

Duan Xiaojun lowered his head and did not speak.

"Are you dumb?" Kuang Zheng raised his legs, "You need to clean up, right?"

Duan Xiaojun raised his eyes, the arrogance between his brows showed, and he asked boldly, "Why do you want me?"

"I want you?" Kuang Zheng thought it was funny, "You idiot who can't understand the angle between the clock hands, what do I want you for?"

Duan Xiaojun blushed.

"Your manager is Clemen, who picked you up just now." Kuang Zhengzheng got down to business, his expression became serious, "at your current level, there is no job for you. Serving tea and water has logistics responsibility. You can only copy for everyone. Get a file, or pick up a courier and run errands."

"Why me?" Duan Xiaojun repeated.

Kuang Zheng glanced at him and ignored him: "Let me explain to you the rules of M&A again. Trainee (1) is the property of the company, and Wanrong Investment Banking Department is a sweatshop. To put it bluntly, women are used as men, and men When used as livestock," he held out his finger, "remember three things, first, you and your time belong to the company, second, you have nothing but work, and third, every mistake you make is money .”

Duan Xiaojun repeated for the third time: "Why do you want me?"

This kid was smelly and hard, Kuang Zheng looked at him for two seconds, and finally said, "I don't want you, the reason why you are standing here is because Daishan wants you, this is your value, understand?"

Duan Xiaojun didn't understand, but he was more curious about one thing: "He wants me, but I don't even know, how do you know?"

Kuang Zheng turned his chair and looked out of the window. On the 57th floor of Wanrong, apart from the blue sky and white clouds, he could also overlook the entire financial street: "Haven't you ever played in the money market?"

His topic jumped too fast, Duan Xiaojun shook his head.

"If you go to the capital market department, Daishan asks you to buy 6 million US dollars in the Hong Kong market, with an interest rate of [-]%, do you know what will happen if you are a fool like you?"

For the third time, he insulted Duan Xiaojun's IQ.

"As soon as a buyer of $6.2 million appears, the interest rate will rise to 6.2. You can still afford 6.4, but you can't buy it, because the interest rate will continue to rise, to [-] or even higher."

Duan Xiaojun was astonished.

"Do you know what Daishan will do?"

The hairs on Duan Xiaojun's arms stood up.

"He will sell a lot when the interest rate is 6.4, and the interest rate will start to drop. He will continue to sell until the market collapses and the interest rate falls below 6. He will buy another [-] million at the bottom."

Kuang Zheng turned his head: "Got it, this is Daishan's logic, the more he wants you, the less he will touch you." He waved his hand, "Go out."

Duan Xiaojun turned around in a daze, walked to the door, and Kuang Zheng called him: "By the way, do you have a brother?"

Duan Xiaojun paused the hand that opened the door, and replied in a low voice, "No, I am the only child."

(1) Trainee: A trainee who has just joined the company.