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Chapter 206 "Can't hold it back, you think I'm a woman?"

Baochan didn't appear on stage for a week, and felt very sorry for his seat, so he specially lined up a play that is not often performed now, "Water Flooding the Seven Armies", an old play of the Hui troupe when they came to Beijing, with equal emphasis on singing and acting.

Kuang Zheng came early to cheer him on, number one in a row, and just as he was seated, Old Ghost Du arrived.

"Brother Du." Kuang was about to get up when Old Ghost Du patted him on the shoulder and sat down next to him.

"You respect me in other places," Old Ghost Du said teasingly, "in Ruyi Island, the number one in a row is the biggest."

If it were someone else, he would have to be polite, but Kuangzheng didn't play tricks, Erlang raised his legs, half-jokingly: "I don't dare to say, my dear is true."

Old Ghost Du laughed heartily, admiring his vigor: "Have you had a hard time recently?"

Kuang Zheng nodded heavily.

"Boss Bao got angry?" Old Ghost Du leaned over, "I just met him in the corridor, I think he lost weight."

Kuang Zheng sighed: "I try not to make him worry."

Old Ghost Du moved closer, suppressing his voice: "Hedge funds are coming to an end."

He was referring to the acquisition battle of Ai Yin, Kuang Zheng frowned, he knew that there would be big players participating in the sniping, but at this moment, he was still instinctively afraid, afraid of the turbulent waves caused by huge capital.

"I don't think much of the Duan family," Old Ghost Du whispered to him, "The old ones are gone, and the young ones are no good."

He was telling the truth, so listen carefully.

If Old Ghost Du didn't meet him, he just said five words: "Get out as soon as possible."

Get out, keep the money, reputation and beautiful resume, let the Duan family fend for themselves in the center of the whirlpool, Kuang Zheng is not that kind of person: "I can't retreat," he said without hesitation, "The financial street is so long, there must be a fool who is right Hostile takeover said no," he is that fool, "Du Ge, I will fight with an egg to a stone."

He wants to be the first bird on the financial street, Du Laogui raised his slightly white eyebrows, thinking that he was not as "smart" as he imagined, but he was also amazed at the heroic spirit of this young man, and the courage to kill himself and become a benefactor .

"Even if I die here," Kuang Zheng said firmly, "I admit it."

There are always one or two moments in life, which makes Lao Jiang, who can’t be hotter, feel that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and it’s time for a new batch of newcomers on the financial street card table.

The opening gongs and drums are beating, small hall drums, rapid wind (1), full of excitement, followed by suona, playing "Nezha Ling", amidst the noisy sound of blowing and beating, Baochan has a silver face, wearing gold emerald emerald The master's towel, with three beards hanging on the mouth, yellow tie and red python, carrying a green dragon knife designed to behead heroes, walked onto the stage majesticly.

Master Guan who warmed wine and cut Huaxiong, master Guan who scraped bones to cure poison, and master Guan who went to the meeting alone, Kuang Zheng looked at him, saw him dragging his knife, stroking his beard, and throwing down his sleeves. In Baochan's mind, he chose this play not by accident, but to show him, let him do it knowingly, and go forward without hesitation.

The show is over, Kuang Zheng is holding Bao Chan's hand and going up to the third floor, the antique hut, shining with a charming red light, Kuang Zheng hugs him from behind, sticking to Bao Chan's temples, clasping his chest, silently burying his head On his neck, like indulging: "My long live Lord..."

He called that, reminding Baochan of that night, in this room, with the red quilt, red mattress, and a little bit of blood.

Kuangzheng held him tight, so obsessed and pious: "My Master Guan..."

Baochan's face was hot, and he slowly touched his waist, trying to untie the strap of his water jacket, but Kuangzheng grabbed him and made him turn around, and the two faced each other: "Bao'er."

Bao Chan looked at him with raised eyebrows, still carrying the heroic spirit in the play.

"If," Kuangzheng held his shoulder very hard, "I mean if, I have nothing..."

"Will not."

"you listen to me……"

Baochan interrupted him firmly: "You have me."

Kuang Zheng was stunned for a moment.

Baochan grabbed the hand he held on her shoulder: "Brother, even if you go bankrupt, I will support you."

Kuangzheng didn't expect Baochan to say those four words, and he lost his fortune. His property is a rich club worth hundreds of millions. For his own sake, he doesn't want it?

"Because you did the right thing," Baochan said, "help Xiao Nong, Jin Dao, and Xiao Jun, and help them fight hostile takeovers. You are my hero."

For a moment, Kuangzheng's heart was hit by something hot. He loves treasures, his sweetness, his smile, and his pure nature. At this moment, he loves his integrity and loves him in the face of setbacks. Unflappable.

"A play can be sung anywhere," Baochan thought about it, thought it through, "in this theater building, on the side of the road, in the orphanage, Qin Qiong is still Qin Qiong," he smiled at him, "I'm not afraid, the worst is to start all over again .”

Kuang Zheng stared at him, he always thought that he was covering Baozhang, in terms of money and experience, but now he realized that it was Baozhang who was covering him emotionally and ideologically.

"It's a huge difficulty," Baozhan took his two hands and wrapped them solemnly in his palms, "We two, advance and retreat together."

Kuangzheng hugged him tightly again, this time it was not anxiety or sudden love, but appreciation, admiration, and spiritual refuge in times of crisis. He was finally stable and could move forward bravely.

In the same building, on the second floor, Shi Kuoting was packing up things in Ying Xiaonong's room. Xiaobao was a little angry and grabbed the railing of the bed angrily. Ying Xiaonong shook a rattle to coax her.

Xiao Bao likes to listen to his opera, so Ying Xiaonong squeezed her voice and sang softly to her: "What kind of flower sister, what kind of flower man, what kind of flower's tent, what kind of flower's bed?"

That voice is so sweet, Shi Kuoting couldn't help but look at him, looking at him looking forward and looking beautiful, like clouds: "What kind of flower pillows are on the bed, what kind of flower mattresses are all over the bed?"

Xiaobao smiled, hehe, he reached out to catch the rattle.

Ying Xiaonong didn't let her catch her, turned around, and beat the drums loudly: "Sister Honghua, Green Man, Ganzhimei's tent and bed of ivory flowers," Ayin is collapsing, his family is sinking, But what he gave Xiaobao was always happiness, "Mandarin duck pillows are placed on the bed, and alfalfa mattresses are all over the bed!"

Shi Kuoting walked up, staring at the soft back, listening to that delicate singing, probably fascinated, hugged him from behind, and hugged him tightly.

Ying Xiaonong was startled, held up the rattle and didn't move.

Shi Kuoting didn't know what he was doing, because of nervousness or fear, he panted a little, put his forehead on his shoulder, and scolded himself for a long time: "Fuck, I'm dizzy."

Ying Xiaonon said nothing.

Shi Kuoting let him go, rubbed his face, and wanted to explain: "What about me..."

"I can't help it," Ying Xiaonong said for him, "Think of me as a girl?"

Shi Kuoting frowned, no, not a woman.

Ying Xiaonong turned her head, raised half of the end of her eyes, with a half-smile: "Are you scared?"

Shi Kuoting was afraid, he had always been afraid of Ying Xiaonong, his temper, his flamboyance and affection, he was embarrassed, took two steps on the spot, and suddenly said: "I have shares in Yanbo Zhishuang, and I have shares in Wanwan. All the money from Rongzhenhui will be prepared for you..."

"Shi is a fool," Ying Xiaonong stopped him, "what are you talking about?"

"Your family needs money, I have it here, not much..."

"My family needs money," Ying Xiaonong asked him, "what does it have to do with you?"

Shi Kuoting didn't answer.

Ying Xiaonong stared at him.

Shi Kuoting made him look annoyed, and turned back: "What do you mean?"

Ying Xiaonong doesn't say anything, let him say it.

Shi Kuoting was also used to being bullied by him, so he lost his temper: "Anyway, every penny of my money is yours, and it's all yours!"

There are thousands of different people in this world. Some people talk about each other, but they are reluctant to move a penny. Some people are ashamed to express their love, but they can give up their wealth and life to the person they love. Shi Kuoting is the last one. kind.

Ying Xiaonong understood him, and hooked her finger: "Come here."

"What are you doing?" Shi Kuoting snapped his mouth, but obediently walked over, Ying Xiaonong raised his hand, threw the rattle on Xiaobao's bed, put it on his shoulders, and tipped his toes.

On the crib, Xiaobao didn't pick up the rattle, opened his mouth and held his head up, his eyes widened curiously.

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The next day, Kuangzheng made an appointment with Zhang Rong. He arrived first at Fumeihua's tea bar, sat in the corner, and sent a WeChat message to Ying Xiaonong: Be sure to secure the surname Zou, we must take his shares.

Ying Xiaonong replied in seconds: The key now is money.

Kuangzheng told him: You don't have to worry about the money, I'll look for it.

Zhengcai entered, Zhang Rong arrived, wearing a white golf suit, looking good, he stood up and shook hands with him, Zhengcai's industry performance in recent months has been very impressive, coupled with the continuous cash flow of Hot Wheels, he is naturally proud.

"I have a big project at hand," Zhang Rong picked up his tea and took a sip, "I haven't been looking for you recently."

"That's why I came to you," Kuang Zheng cut to the point, "I have an investment."

Zhang Rong held the cup and turned it around slowly without answering.

"Aiyin Group, are you interested?"

"Aiyin..." Zhang Rong frowned pretendingly, "Didn't you get caught by that or something?"

"Sadley," Kuang Zheng leaned forward, "They urgently need a white knight."

White knight is a kind of anti-takeover strategy. A company facing a hostile takeover asks other companies or institutional investors for help. After reaching a cooperation, the company that joins the alliance is called the white knight.

Kuang was waiting for his answer, but Zhang Rong lowered his eyes and put down his cup with a ding.

Kuang Zheng looked at the cup and knew the result in his heart.

"Brother," sure enough, Zhang Rong refused him, "We're friendly, I won't play around with you, Aine's white knight, don't think about me."

Kuangzheng was the first to consider him. Zhengcai is rich, not only rich, it is a beast that is on the rise, and it can support Aiyin: "Why, can't you trust my vision? Wanrong Zhenhui has never Let you pay for..."

"Aiyin is a piece of fat," Zhang Rong interrupted him, bluntly, "but Daishan came to me a month earlier than you came to me."

Kuang Zheng stood there in a daze, not understanding what he meant.

"I didn't know it was you at the time," Zhang Rong said, very frankly, "Even if I knew it was you, in business, I would not give up a good deal for the sake of brotherhood."

So, Aine was interested, but he didn't pass Zhengzheng, but passed Daishan.

"So," Kuang Zheng narrowed his eyes, "you are the backer behind Sadley's funds?"

That's right, Daishan took Kuangzheng's back route a month ago and pulled Zhang Rong onto the boat.

Kuang Zheng smiled, laughing at his own stupidity: "Yes, you said you had a big project at hand as soon as you came in."

He didn't let go of a casual sentence during the exchange of greetings, but Zhang Rong sincerely admired it: "It's Aiyin. After the acquisition is completed, Sadeli will do the first round of divestitures. What can be dismantled and sold can be sold, and the remaining good ones will be sold." I want it."

At that time, Aine Group will cease to exist, and even this name will be thrown into history.

"Stop it, buddy," Zhang Rong persuaded him, "Aiyin has nothing to do with you."

It does matter, Kuang Zheng clenched his fists, he promised the Duan family to help them tide over the difficulties.

"To put it bluntly," Zhang Rong picked up the tea again, "You can't compete with my money. With the amount of money in Zhengcai, there are not many domestic opponents." Sound must die."

(1) Jijifeng: a kind of gong and drum point.