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"Fingerlime..." Baochan read it again, facing Kuangzheng, and raised his tongue in his mouth.

Kuang Zheng felt that the blood was rushing to his head, it was too close, a distance of more than ten centimeters, for him who was used to being flirtatious, it was a matter of bending over.His heart was beating in his ears, and even his temples were throbbing. He held Baochan's shoulder and pressed it close. He heard him seriously asking: "Brother, fger is a finger, is this li a leon?"

Kuang Zheng didn't answer, just stared at his mouth.

"Brother?" Baochan looked up at him blankly.

From lip to lip, five or six centimeters away, Baochan seemed to have sensed something, and stepped back a bit. With this retreat, cold sweat burst out from Kuangzheng's back, and almost, almost screwed up everything: "I... Make a call," he let go of him, and walked towards the sofa, "I have a client who needs to be contacted."

Kuangzheng turned his back to Baochan, heaved a sigh of relief, calmed down and dialed Han Wenshan's number: "Excuse me, Mr. Han."

There should be a person on Han Wenshan's side. He could vaguely hear the babbling, Kuang Zheng frowned, and sat down on the sofa: "Mr. Han, I have an idea."

"Tell me." Han Wenshan's voice was very soft.

"The 7000 million yuan remains unchanged, and it is still transferred to the escrow account." Kuangzheng pulled off his tie and threw it on the coffee table, "But I want to use the [-] million yuan to invest in short-term currency-type high-yield products in the market, so as to solve your problems. The shortage of funds in the..."

"I don't agree." Han Wenshan refused without waiting for him to finish.

"Mr. Han," Kuang Zheng immediately explained, "The 7000 million is still the money of the special account, but the [-] million is used for short-term investment. In one to two weeks, the income can be..."

"You don't need to say it," Han Wenshan said without room for negotiation, "How did you promise me? You said that with your career, you will never make any risky investment or excessive arbitrage in my account."

Yes, Kuang Zheng said so, but this is not contradictory. He just used financial means to take advantage of the shortage of funds to solve the problem of Han Wenshan's shortage of funds: "Well, Mr. Han, think about it. I am also looking for products, but In just one or two days, there is no chance for this wave to pass..."

"I don't need to think about it," Han Wenshan interrupted him again. "Anyone, under any circumstances, is not allowed to make an idea of ​​this money, no matter what it is for."

This is simply a violation of the basic principle of maximizing economic interests. Kuang Zheng realized that Han Wenshan was very stupid. At least in this matter, he was acting on his emotions.

This is also the difference between private banking and A. A is institution-to-institution, and the participants are basically rational, but private banking serves individuals. Individuals have preferences, likes and dislikes, and suggestions that are clearly correct but they just refuse to accept. , In other words, the private bank's decision-making is not the best, but what the owner of the wealth expects, which to some extent deviates from the optimal effect emphasized by economics.

The responsibility of Kuangzheng is to adapt and communicate, so that customers can invest money in the right place at the right time and in the right way: "Mr. Han," he got up from the sofa, "You do business and don't study finance, but I am your private bank, I am a professional in finance, I need you to trust me."

Han Wenshan wanted to believe him, but he had concerns: "As I said, my wife's health is not good."

It is the advanced stage of cancer. According to the highest standard of treatment, tens of millions is enough. "Two hundred million." At the critical moment, Kuangzheng showed the self-confidence he had cultivated in ten years, "I promise I won't lose it."

They are playing games, and they are cooperating for the first time, no matter their temperament or ideas, they must be unified on one road.

Baochan listened to him and felt that what Kuangzheng said was right. He just didn't know about Mrs. Han's illness. If he had seen her, he would definitely understand Han Wenshan's mood and understand his excessive caution. But now their Information asymmetry, this asymmetry can cause misunderstanding, even contradiction.

"No," Han Wenshan made up his mind, "I won't vote for the two hundred million."

"Mr. Han," Kuang Zheng fought for the last time, "I beg you, think again."

Kuangzheng was doing Han Wenshan's good, but he couldn't convince him. Baochan was in a hurry, and ran over in slippers, took the phone from Kuangzheng, opened his mouth and called, "Brother Han, it's me, Baochan."

Kuang Zheng was still holding the phone with his hand, staring at him, stunned.

"Brother, listen to me." Baochan's tone was different from that of Kuangzheng. He was not in finance, nor was he the second party of Han Wenshan. He was naturally close and more like a friend. Kuang is also thinking about you, both of you are right, but this is a financial matter, you have to admit, he understands better than you."

Baozhan answered the phone, Han Wenshan was not surprised, he knew that the two were a family, a bit like a husband and wife shop: "I know your brother is thinking for me, but our starting point is different."

Kuang is trying to make him more money, but Han Wenshan cares more about his wife's future protection than money.

"Well, Brother Han," Baochan followed his words, "so in principle, you agree with Lao Kuang, but emotionally, you don't want to take risks, lest he screw it up."

That's the case, Han Wenshan admitted: "After all, it's the first cooperation."

"Brother Han, do you believe my brother?"

They are bosom friends, and Han Wenshan immediately replied, "Naturally."

"If you believe me," Baochan turned to look at Kuangzheng, "then you believe him, because I believe him more than I believe myself."

Kuang Zheng stared at him, and understood everything. The familiar Bingley, the drama on the phone just now, Bao Chan and Han Wenshan have known each other for a long time, and they can even talk about the relationship of trust.

"Brother Han," Baochan said like a junior who asked for his elders, "let Lao Kuang do it, he will not let you down."

For the same matter, Bao Zhan persuaded Han Wenshan softly: "Boss Bao..." He sighed, "Okay, tell your brother and let him pay attention to the risks."

"Okay," Baochan's face lit up, "Thank you Brother Han!"

When the phone hung up, Baochan was very happy. He helped his brother to settle the matter. Han Wenshan also had funds, so he handed the phone back: "Brother, Brother Han agreed!"

Brother Han!Kuang Zheng couldn't laugh, he stared at him coldly, his voice was colder than his eyes: "So you went to ask me for Han Wenshan's order at night?"

Baochan came back late that day, and Han Wenshan's car was delivered to the door. As soon as he got home, 7000 million calls came. How could such a smart person as Kuangzheng fail to understand the connection between them.

He was suppressing his unspeakable anger and jealousy: "What did you get in exchange?"

"No," Bao Chan raised his head, looking openly into his eyes with a pair of clear eyes, "you fought for it yourself," he pursed his lips, "you know it very well."

Yes, Kuangzheng knew that he insisted on his principles and passed Han Wenshan's test, but he just couldn't handle it. His party A was Baochan's eldest brother, and they had a good chat somewhere he didn't know, "Then Why are you behind my back," the following words are completely out of irrational jealousy, "secretly know him!"

After all, he is the president, and it would be scary for him to lose his temper, but Baochan is not afraid: "I know him because of drama," he said clearly, "to liberate Ruyizhou from the economic contract, and I am willing to invest 500 The one who supports our dream is Han Wenshan.”

Kuang Zheng was stunned, the benefactor who casually handed out 860 million and caused him to quarrel with Bao Chan was actually Han Wenshan?The rich man's world...is it so small?

"I went to his house to sing an opera that night," Baochan said truthfully, "I really wanted to help you get business, but Brother Han is not that kind of person. He told me himself that he already wanted to hand over the money to you. I choose you because I trust you."

Well, Han Wenshan is a decent person, and his treasure chest is also decent, only he is narrow-minded, Kuang Zheng wanted to make a big fuss, but couldn't catch Baochan, so he could only blame him: "Then why didn't you tell me!"

Baochan was indeed wronged, and lowered his head: "I was wrong," he said obediently, "You punish me."

Kuang Zheng couldn't bear to punish him, he was afraid to scare him with his loud voice, today he was really angry, and he yelled at him with a straight face: "Come here!"

Baochan didn't believe that Kuangzheng would really punish him, relying on his kindness to him, he passed it quickly, originally thought he was just pinching his nose and pulling his ears, but he didn't expect Kuangzheng to pull him into his arms, slapping him hard I spanked his butt, which made him grunt twice and shake his body.

With his eyes closed, he was hit a few times, only four or five times, Baochan poked his head out from his arms: "Are you still angry, brother?"

Kuang Zheng ignored him and pushed his head back.

Baochan was lying on his chest, her hard chest muscles were amazing, and she poked her head out again: "Aren't you angry, bro?"

No matter how hard his heart was, it melted at this time, Kuang Zheng just said stiffly: "Get angry."

"Then hit me twice," Baochan pouted at him playfully, "I can hold on."

Crack, Kuangzheng gave him another blow, much lighter than before, Baochan chuckled: "Don't be angry anymore, brother," he stood on tiptoe, and pinched the corner of Kuangzheng's mouth, trying to make him smile "I'll just say it, no matter how big it is, my brother won't have a real relationship with me...ah!"

Kuangzheng bent down, picked him up with his arms around his hips, lifted him onto his shoulders, and strode up the stairs, with Baochan hanging upside down on him, dazed, he grabbed his shirt and shouted: "What are you doing! You big bastard! Stinky bully!"

Kuangzheng was a bully, and he wanted to be a bully to the end. He carried him to his room, threw him on the big bed in the master bedroom, jumped up to hold him down, and said through gritted teeth, "Think spanking is enough?" He rolled up his sleeves, "I'll count your ribs!"

When Baochan heard those three words, his face turned green, he kicked on the bed and shook hard, bit his teeth, smashed the pillow, and finally was held there by Kuangzheng like an eagle catching chickens, with eight on the left and eight on the right. Root, counting back and forth several times, until he screamed, had difficulty breathing, and even his eyelids were red.

After counting, Kuang Zheng was also very tired, sitting on the edge of the bed, holding his head and calming down there.

"Bully...bad guy," Baochan swallowed his saliva from behind, and said dishonestly, "Bullying people!"

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You have all the kung fu," Kuang Zheng turned to look at him, his forehead hair covering his eyes, his shirt in a mess, "why don't you give me a hard time? "

"Who is as bad as your heart..." Baochan yelled so hard that his saliva came out, and he wiped the back of his hand, "Slay such a good brother!"

Kuangzheng is very excited now, the hairs all over his body are blown up, afraid that Xian'er can't help it, he stretches out his hand and pushes him: "Go, go back to the room and sleep."

Baochan turned over and hugged the quilt: "I don't."

"Hurry up," Kuang Zheng turned his head and saw his paper-like back, narrow waist, and long legs, "wash your face and brush your teeth."

"You've counted me too badly," Baochan pretended, "I can't get up."

Kuang Zheng admired his iron-clad determination, and unexpectedly resisted this kind of temptation: "I've noticed it several times, you kid doesn't brush your teeth at night."

Baochan didn't take it seriously: "Masters, don't brush every day."

Kuangzheng was almost on fire here, and he was still fanning the fire there, stabbing him in the ribs angrily: "I can't get up!"

Bao Chan giggled, turned her head from her shoulders, and stuck out her tongue at him with watery eyes: "Bao Chu, I'll just lie here tonight and won't leave!"