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Kuang Zheng stared at Bao Chan who was talking to Uncle Liang. He was young, beautiful, and handsome with a classic air. Standing in front of the huge embroidered running script screen of Wang Xizhi, he was not inferior at all. Looking at him from a distance like this, he was no longer the red at home. The boy who called "Brother" with a straight face is a treasure that can be seen by anyone.

"I remember that the main house of the He family has only one son," said Duan Zhao, "about my age. Looking at China in the current global economy, it should be brought back with the housekeeper to develop."

Kuang Zheng frowned. With such an unpopular family as the Thai ship king, he said clearly: "Jindao, do you have a brother?" Then he thought, "Or a younger brother?"

Duan Zhao looked at him and squinted his eyes: "No, I'm..."

"Only son?" Kuang Zheng had already guessed the answer.

Duan Zhao was about to nod his head when Bao Chan called, "Brother!"

Kuang Zheng looked at him, even though he was wearing a tens of thousands of yuan coat, he was still simple and natural, and his character was not suppressed by the outfit at all: "I told you this before, Uncle Liang!"

He is too real, really crystal clear, but both Kuang Zheng and Uncle Liang are veterans in the scene, just looking at each other, they quickly analyze each other's age, personality, and even behavior patterns.

Kuang Zheng stretched out his hand, followed Bao Chan and called: "Uncle Liang, I have long admired you."

With a simple grip, Liang Tongdao is not very willing to talk to him, because he has already seen through him. He is in his 30s, and he seems to be from a prestigious university. It is like ants, densely packed and lifeless.

But hearing Baochan call him "Brother", he is obviously from two worlds, yet he is so close, Uncle Liang's first reaction was that this kid should not be fooled: "You... are cousins?"

"No," Baochan said truthfully, "I am a god-brother, he always took care of me when the troupe was in the most difficult time."

"Oh..." Brother Gan, Uncle Liang didn't know which direction to think about, so he looked at Kuangzheng twice, "Hello."

"My brother runs a small private bank," said Baochan, a little embarrassed that he had never done matchmaking before, "It's just a start, Uncle Liang, if your relatives and friends need it, you can go and have a look."

He described the private bank as his own restaurant, and Kuang Zheng laughed at this silly boy. If he knew that Uncle Liang he was talking about was the housekeeper of the boat king's family, he would definitely not be able to say such words as "relatives and friends".

Sure enough, Uncle Liang was taken aback and smiled. Baochan's salesmanship was so simple and unskillful that he didn't feel disgusted, but was willing to follow him: "Okay, let me ask you."

He was just perfunctory, but Kuangzheng still took out his business card holder, neither eager nor obsequious, because Baochan was natural and frank, everything was so logical: "Wanrong Zhenhui is just across the road."

Uncle Liang glanced at it symbolically, and put the business card in his pocket, Kuangzheng understood that rich people of their level all have their own family offices, and private banking is too low for them.

The atmosphere is very strange, Kuang Zheng, the ease of chatting with Bao Chan before was gone, only polite greetings remained, Uncle Liang seemed absent-minded, Kuang Zheng saw it, said excuse me at the right time, and led Bao Chan upstairs Go to the private room.

They come to this shop often, and they don't need a waiter to lead the way. They walk side by side in the quiet corridor, "I'll give it to Gloria next time," Kuang Zheng said, "Just stand there and don't need to talk."

Baochan is very sensitive: "Did I say something wrong?"

"No," Kuang Zheng thought for a while, but on the contrary, "You said it very well."

"Then what's the matter..." Baochan was a little uneasy.

"It's just too well said," Kuang Zheng hugged him in the empty corridor, and he was unwilling to let go once he hugged him, the feeling of being afraid of being snatched away came back, "What if there are bad people?" manage?"

"What?" Baochan pushed him away in public, "Old Kuang, you are really annoying."

Kuang Zheng shook his head helplessly: "You don't understand."

"I don't understand," Baochan stood on tiptoe and muttered into his ear, "You understand!"

The two entered the room bickering, the wine had already been poured, Xia Ke held a red wine glass to accompany the host, Kuangzheng let Bao Chan sit in the host seat, and he sat in the vice seat, and the meal was very impressive.

Baochan blushed from drinking, collected a bunch of business cards, went downstairs to settle the bill with the money given by Kuangzheng, and then went to the dessert shop next door to order a cake for each of the company girls, and delivered it there. Send him back to Ruyi Continent.

After breaking up downstairs in the theater, Baochan went up to the second floor drunk, first went to Ying Xiaonong's room, and knocked on the door: "Xiao Nong, call everyone to my place for a meeting."

It has been a long time since Ruyizhou moved, and it has never been so formal. Today is the first time. The chairs were brought from each house. Baochan sat under the window, Ying Xiaonong and Master Kuang sat on one side, Chen Rouen and Sa Shuang sat on the other On one side, the place was almost full, and Shi Kuoting was standing by the door, with five pairs of eyes staring at him.

"Let me bow to everyone first." Baochan took off his coat, straightened up, and bent down to everyone, "Thank you for your dedication to Ruyizhou."

"Oh my treasure!" Sa Shuang couldn't see him lowering his head, and jumped up from the chair as if his butt was burned by the fire.

Baochan held his shoulder, patted him, told him to sit down, and then looked at Mr. Kuang: "The old man is over 70 years old, and he will perform with us at night, waiting for the show at six or seven o'clock, and he will fall asleep while sitting. But as long as you come on stage, your eyes are bright and you are full of energy, and your hands are not bad."

Yes, everyone has seen it with their own eyes.

"Senior brother," Baochan looked directly opposite, Shi Kuoting stood with his head tilted, so tall and handsome, "Ruyizhou was originally surnamed Shi, but after all these years, whether it is good or bad, poor or rich Yes, you have always been behind my back."

Shi Kuoting couldn't stand him saying this, and the corners of his mouth were tense: "Baochu, you're drunk..."

"And Xiao Nong," Baochan interrupted him, looking at Ying Xiaonong, "We all know how the Mavericks got their 120 million yuan, it was Xiao Nong who sang on stage, drank all night, and went all out to earn it! "

During those days, Ying Xiaonong was indeed a hero of Ruyizhou, but now he is leaning on the handrail, crossing his legs, smiling slightly, "That's not a problem" all over his face.

"Xiao Chen," Baozhan turned to Chen Rou'en again, "On such a cold day in September and October, wearing a singlet and shorts, and throwing handlebars on the third floor at night, I have seen the sweat on that ground with my own eyes."

"Leader..." Chen Rouen's stubborn temper caused the atmosphere to make her eyes a little wet.

"Let's Sa Shuang," Sa Shuang was by his side, Baochan held his shoulder again, "The last one to come to our group, although it's for his senior sister..."

"Oh, treasure place!" Sa Shuang blushed, "Don't keep mentioning the past..."

"But every time something happens," Baochan's hand exerted strength, "he always rushes to the front, moving house, helping with ideas, writing apps for the group, too many."

So many people crowded into one room, but it was very quiet, no one made a sound, and listened attentively.

"I can't tell you how well everyone is doing," Baochan took a breath, "Sometimes I think of the day I moved here from the old troupe, the rented car was not allowed to enter the city during the day, we moved at night, Xiao Nong and you guys squeezed in front , my senior brother and I stayed with Jiashi in the back, it was really not easy at that time."

That night, apart from Mr. Kuang, several young people were there. Everyone worked hard for Ruyizhou to have today. Baochan thanked them one by one, but he did not mention himself.

He was the one who got acquainted with the Foundation through Uncle Liang, he was the one who overcame all opinions and signed the economic contract with the Mavericks, and he was the one who insisted on singing despite Mavericks’ objections. 500 million, without him, Ruyizhou is still just an empty shell using someone else's theater.

All the hardships were swallowed in his throat, and all the sufferings were bitten under his teeth.

"It's all right now," Baozhan smiled slowly, his face flushed red by the alcohol, "We have money, not only money, but also a future," he said seriously, "Starting today, Ruyizhou will be on the right track , the public and private accounts are separated, everyone’s salary is paid on a monthly basis, and the five insurances and one housing fund are paid in full, it’s time for Ruyizhou to repay everyone.”

What he said made everyone's blood boil, not because of wages, five social insurances and one housing fund, but because after all the hard work, they finally saw the harvest from their hard work. They were tenacious, they worked hard, they changed their lives against the sky, and this kind of entrepreneurial success The ecstasy is definitely not experienced in professional academies that guarantee income from droughts and floods.

"Tentatively, 20 yuan a month," Baozhang said loudly, "We will strive to achieve a per capita annual income of [-] yuan within a year, excluding bonuses and year-end dividends."

"Ten thousand?" The one who responded the most was Chen Rou'en. She was in her early twenties and had just graduated from drama school. She earned more than ten thousand a month in her first year of work. This was something she had never thought of before, "Oh my God..."

In contrast, Ying Xiao Nong Sa Shuang and the others were much calmer, they just raised their eyebrows, quite satisfied.

"It's the right bet!" Master Kuang was happy for these young people, and he tapped his walking stick on the ground vigorously, "Our Ruyizhou..." He choked up a little, "It's over!"

"The money in the public account is handed over to a professional organization for operation." Baozhan took out a stack of business cards from his coat pocket, and the first one was Duan Zhao, "Brother, this is the account manager of Wanrong Zhenhui. You are responsible for communicating with him." Butt."

"Yo," Ying Xiaonong raised his voice, with a big Tsing Yi vigor, "It's really close to the water, we all use private money?"

"Let Xiao Nong come." Shi Kuoting was a little troubled, "I don't understand those."

"Hurry up," Ying Xiaonong stretched his legs and kicked him, "Why should I worry about your theater troupe?"

Shi Kuoting made a show and kicked back: "Isn't it always me who is in charge of the money and you in charge of the accounts?"

"This is not an account, buddy, this is..." Ying Xiaonong took out the business card from Baochan's hand and pressed it to him, seeing the name on it at a glance, he was stunned.

"What is it?" Shi Kuoting looked side by side with him.

Ying Xiaonong hid for a while, took a step away, and patted his business card on his hand: "Private money is all about real money, you have to keep an eye on it."

Shi Kuoting took the business card and carefully put it away.

"Let's go," Bao Chan finished what should be said, and his whole body softened. Looking at the comrades in the room, they are all his comrades in arms, and they are the four beams and four pillars of Ruyizhou. "Go home early and have a good rest. .”

Everyone carried the chairs back to the house, and before going out, Baochan suddenly said: "Practice hard and sing cleanly, there will be bright days ahead."

His voice is so soft, I don't know whether to say it to everyone or to himself.

Ying Xiaonong dragged the chair to the door of her house, took out the key to open the door, turned her head, saw that Shi Kuo Ting was next door, and seemed to be unable to use her right hand, so she flicked and flicked the key to her left hand.

"Hey," Ying Xiaonong called him coldly, "Come here."

After he finished speaking, he entered the room, Shi Kuoting stood there in a daze, threw down his chair and followed him: "I said you have been doing it all day, can you give me a good face?"

Ying Xiaonong was rummaging through the cabinets, without saying a word, she glanced at the window and let him go.

"Why?" Shi Kuoting's tone was impatient, but he still passed by, and when he turned around, he saw Ying Xiaonong walking over with a bottle of red medicine, "How long has your hand been hurting?" He asked.

This kid actually found out, and Shi Kuoting was a little surprised: "No, just a while ago, even rehearsals and performances, and the weather was cold...it will be fine in two days."

Ying Xiaonong didn't talk nonsense, grabbed his hand, shook the iron bottle, and sprayed it towards the wrist of the tiger's mouth, and suddenly there was a strong smell of medicine around, which was very bitter, but Shi Kuoting's heart warmed up: "I said, Are you free this weekend?"

"Why?" Ying Xiaonong squinted at him.

"Come with me to see a room."

Ying Xiaonong seemed to have heard a big joke: "Oh my god, it's so inflated, you dare to think about a house?" He sarcastically asked, "Can you afford the down payment!"

Shi Kuoting flicked his brain: "Let's see first." The place where the medicine mist was sprayed was cold at first, and then became hot. thing."

Ying Xiaonong stopped spraying the medicine, and said after a while, "The two of you are living well."

"No matter how good it is," Shi Kuoting smiled, "It's not home either."

Co-authoring is home with you?Ying Xiaonong hinted at him: "Is Bao Chan not looking for a partner?"

"That silly boy, he's shyer than girls when he sees girls," Shi Kuoting said with hatred, "I'll keep him for now, what else should I do?"

Ying Xiaonong looked at him like a fool, tore off a large piece of plaster, and slapped it heavily on his wrist.

The author has something to say: There was a typo yesterday. The money in Ruyi Island is managed by Shi Kuoting, and the account is managed by Ying Xiaonong. I made a mistake and have changed it~