narrow red

Chapter 127

Kuangzheng came out from the pick-up gate, got into Xiaohao's car, and headed home through the snow.

Turning on the phone, he called Zhang Rong first, trusting that he had communicated with him about the divorce in Switzerland, and it had already started, this time to confirm some details.After talking about the business, Kuang Zheng casually asked, "There is a man named Kang who listens to opera in Ruyi Island, do you know him?"

"I know," Zhang Rong was not surprised. He even knew that he would ask, and asked someone to do his homework in advance. "I am a chemical agent. I started off descaling large boilers in the late 90s. It seems that the son-in-law of a big leader came to the door and got divorced." Quite a few years."

When Kuang Zheng heard it, he was not someone to be offended, and said coldly: "The old thing is not very authentic."

They are all people on the scene. To be correct, Zhang Rong immediately understood: "In their business, the upstream and downstream are very tight. Sales mainly go through channels, and terminal agents have strong control capabilities. He basically has no room for bargaining."

In other words, it was easy to engage him, Zhang Rong just didn't say it clearly, and the two of them tacitly agreed.

Kuangzheng arranged for Zhang Rong such a big matter as a trust divorce, and it was only natural to talk to him: "Some people jump around, it's an eyesore."

"I'll do it," Zhang Rong was really happy, "Don't worry."

Hang up the phone, and look at the snowflakes flying in the wind outside the window. He is not a sinister person, but don't mess with him, especially don't mess with his precious things. An eye for an eye.

When a man reaches this position, he always has a big temper, but he has never been able to control himself. He has a lot of energy in his connections, and he can do everything with a phone call.

Just after Hongshi, Fang Chengcheng's phone call came in, Kuangzheng answered with his brows together: "Hello."

"I," Fang Chengcheng said when he came up, "introduce me to a reliable merger and acquisition."

Kuang Zheng was helpless: "What are you going to do again, Mr. Fang?"

"Dongying Chuansheng seems to be on the verge of dying, and now there are still people who want it, so hurry up and make a move," Fang Chengcheng said anxiously, "With this money, I will switch to other careers."

"What?" Kuang Zheng wondered, what kind of reliable plan could he have in such a short time.

"A friend introduced a pharmaceutical company in Hangzhou, which holds the CEP certificates (1) of four raw materials, so I bought the certificates and won't lose money."

"Pharmaceutical?" The industry span is too large, Kuang Zheng asked, "Do you understand this industry?"

"I only look at the rate of return when I invest, and I let professional managers worry about it," Fang Chengcheng said, apparently making up his mind. "Before I made short videos, my eyes were dark. Who would have thought that Hot Wheels would be like this."

He was just lucky, but Kuang Zheng didn't say anything.

"I have the ability," Fang Chengcheng said confidently, "If I can make Hot Wheels a top player in the industry, I can also be successful in pharmaceuticals!"

"Okay," Kuang Zheng stopped persuading him, but it was useless, "I'll give you the phone number of Mr. Bai of the Investment Banking Department of Wanrong."

"Thanks, buddy."

Hanging up the phone, Kuang Zheng looked out of the window. He was almost home. The headlights of the Maybach illuminated a white snowy road, and he could see a wide rut under the thin snow, leading to their door and no further , it should have stopped for a while, then made a turn and drove away from the opposite lane.

Kuangzheng frowned, turned his head, and saw that the door of the house was open, Baochan was standing there in his overcoat, hugging his shoulders and stomping his feet, "Hurry up," he urged Xiaohao, "he's cold."

Xiao Hao knew that he was precious, so he stopped in front of the door with one foot. Kuang Zheng didn't wait for him to open the door, he went straight down and ran for the beam of light, stepped up the steps in two steps, picked him up, and carried him into the house like a bandit .

"Brother!" Baochan was taken aback, "Xiao Hao...Xiao Hao saw it!"

Kuang Zheng didn't care about the big and small, he held him in his arms and asked, "Do you miss me?"

Bao Chan moved his eyes away: "It's only been two or three days..."

"Think about it!" Kuang Zheng pinched his ribs with a kind of brutal ferocity.

Baozhan's cheekbones were all red: "A little bit..."

Kuang Zheng persisted: "Huh?"

"Thinking..." Baochan slid off his shoulder, "Thinking about it."

"Miss me," Kuang Zheng stared at that face, the same as when he left, neither fat nor thin, "then something difficult happened, why didn't you call me?" If it was Baochan's call, no matter what the situation, He will answer.

At the door, Xiao Hao came in with his luggage and smelled the ambiguous air in the room, so he didn't dare to look up at all, and strictly followed the company's training standards, acting like he was blind.

"Hao Er," Baozhan struggled out of Kuangzheng's arms, "you're hungry, eat some noodles before leaving."

"No," Xiao Hao is not stupid, this little Bie Sheng is newly married, if he stays, he will not come tomorrow, "Thank you Brother Bao, boss, see you tomorrow."

Kuangzheng was very satisfied with the little driver, and stopped him: "I've worked hard recently, and I'll give you a [-]% increase next month." He took off his coat, "It's not much money, so you don't need to tell the company, it's a red envelope for you."

Xiao Hao drooped his head, said "Thank you boss" again and again, and walked out to take the door.

The door slammed shut, and only Kuangzheng and Baochan were left in the room. The atmosphere was hard to describe. It was sticky and hot, like softened syrup, and like glass heated by the sun. bubbles.

"That...brother," Baozhan walked to the kitchen, "I'll get you down."

Kuangzheng took off his tie and wanted to change his shoes. When he lowered his head, the slippers were not in the shoe cabinet, but on the floor mats. Thinking of the rut outside, he asked, "Has anyone been here?"

"Well," Baozhan opened the hot pot, "Mr. Liang's family."

The sound of the range hood was too loud, and Kuang Zheng couldn't hear clearly: "Are you wearing my shoes?"

"Put it on," Baochan didn't take it seriously, turned to him and said, "You are so tall, my shoes can't fit in!"

Kuang Zheng frowned, he minded this, his house, his shoes, and his people, when he was not at home, were touched by people who couldn't beat him, he was not happy.

In addition, he hated Baochan a little, and blamed him for not thinking about himself and their family enough, so that he would let others enter this door and leave traces.

The simplest hot noodle soup, lay an egg, drop a few drops of sesame oil, put it on the table, and call his brother: "It's cold, drink the soup to satisfy your stomach."

Kuang Zheng didn't go over, leaned back on the sofa and crossed his legs.

"What's the matter?" Baochan looked at him from a distance, "and the pig's trotters, I steamed them for several hours, and they are delicious."

Kuang Zheng put on a straight face, expressing his displeasure intentionally, he had to let Baochan know that although they lived in a vague way, they were unique to each other.

After a while, Baochan came to him with a small basin in his arms, and sat next to him: "Why, are you angry for letting others wear your shoes?"

Kuang Zheng turned his head away from him: "No."

"If you think it's dirty, let's buy a new one," Baochan touched him with his shoulder, "Don't be narrow-minded, the house is actually very clean."

Kuang Zheng didn't like to hear these words, turned his head and was about to say something when suddenly a piece of meat was stuffed into his mouth, it was soft and sticky, it was the best piece of pig's trotter.

Baochan steamed it with his own hands, fed it to him with his own hands, and watched him eat bit by bit. He straightened his heart, as if wrapping it in his palm and warming it with warm water. , Eat this kid like a pig's trotter.

"Is it delicious?" Bao Chan asked.

Kuang Zheng nodded: "I said Bao'er..."

Baochan tore another piece for him: "You say you, but let me feed you."

His hands for tearing flesh are thin and long, covered with a layer of oil, it's hard to tell whether it's lust or innocence, "Bao Chan," Kuang Zheng coveted him and cherished him, "What's going on with us...do you understand?"

Baochan's tearing hands stopped, he understood, but he just pretended not to understand.

"In our situation," Kuang Zheng said in a low voice, "we need to be conscious of each other."

Baochan raised his head, his blank expression was unbearable.

"Don't take others home," Kuang Zhengzhi said, "especially when I'm not around."

Baochan's eyes widened in surprise: "No..." He had never thought about these things, such as flirtatiousness and betrayal, "The one who came was a man, not a woman!"

"Women are not allowed," Kuang Zheng stared at him, domineering like an unreasonable master, "men are even more unacceptable."

Baochan muttered: "It's my friend..."

"Friends can meet outside," Kuang Zheng clearly told him his bottom line, "Home is where the two of us belong, there is no third person."

Baochan lowered his head abruptly, he was afraid, afraid that the thin layer of window paper would be torn, so that he would have nothing to hide, and had to face this relationship, this abnormal thing, which he dared not mention to anyone. relation.

"You have me," Kuang Zheng said softly, "you can't have others."

"There is no one else." Although Baochan lowered his head, his tone was firm, "There will be no one else in this life, in the next life, and in every lifetime."

Kuangzheng was taken aback by these words. He knew that Baochan liked him vaguely, hazily, but he never thought that his liking was so strong, so... stubborn, as if he had followed him all his life. Go all the way, wear all the time, so unique, so unique.

"Brother, believe me," Baochan grabbed the edge of the small basin, his fingertips turned white, and his voice trembled, "If I change my mind, my face will be covered with yellow sand, and my bones will be incomplete!"

The face was covered with yellow sand, and the bones were incomplete.

What Yang Silang said to Princess Tie Jing, removed the tail of the pheasant, washed away the lead, and Bao Chan said to Kuang Zheng that his heart was clear and clear, and he dared to do anything except to give Kuang Zheng a "name". Give him his body, his soul, his everything.

(1) CEP certificate: EU drug certification certificate.