law of receptivity

At 02:30 in the middle of the night, at the foot of Xiangshan Scenic Area, in Liang Ziqian's single-family villa, emotional shouts came from the bedroom on the second floor...

The water stains on Liang Ziqian's body after bathing hadn't dried completely yet. At this time, the person who was exercising violently between the bed was a slightly childish and beautiful boy.

President Liang seemed quite interested today. After tossing the boy back and forth two or three times, he got out of bed in his pajamas, lit a cigarette, turned around and handed the boy a clean bathrobe and said. "The guest room downstairs has been packed, you can live in it today."

The boy squinted, and there was still some mist in his eyes. He held his breath and took the bathrobe, held it in his hand, and said thank you gratefully.

He is one of Liang Ziqian's lovers... There are probably six other people like this, each of whom is whiter and more delicate than the other, ranging from white-collar workers to small executives of private companies.They followed Liang Ziqian not only because of money, but also because of their eternal future in the financial circle.

As the largest investment bank in the world, Morgan possesses capital chains and professionals that no one else can even dream of. Getting half a piece of reliable information from such a group is enough for a [-]-person company to operate for ten years.

Liang Ziqian's own advantage is not only the position of CEO of Morgan Stanley, but also his father's senior official background. Of course, he is good-looking, and there are people who like it.

At this time, Xiao Qing'er had already gone downstairs to sleep, but Liang Ziqian felt that he was close to falling asleep. He smoked three cigarettes in a row, and the closed bedroom was filled with smoke.

"Brother Qian." Half a moment later, another man's voice sounded outside the door.

"Min Yu, you haven't slept yet."

Min Yu is Liang Ziqian's personal assistant, 21 years old, and also his distant cousin.This kid has been smart since he was young, and he worked with Liang Ziqian in the United States, and later entered Morgan's US headquarters together.

"Well, brother, do you want to take a look at the Chinese companies evaluated this year, or give them to you tomorrow?"

Across the door, Min Yu was standing in front of the door talking in a low voice.

"You take it in."

Min Yu pushed open the door and saw Liang Ziqian sitting on the edge of the bed with his upper body bare, with his hands resting on the bedside table.The smell of cigarettes was very strong in the room, so he put the folder on the bed, walked to the window and opened it.

Liang Ziqian opened the document, and a piece of note paper was pasted on the top of the paper, marked with English letters.After all, throughout the year, there are too many companies trying to curry favor with Morgan Stanley. If you don't sort them alphabetically, even ten people can't manage them.

Min Yu closed the curtains and turned to him. "Then I'm going down, brother, you go to bed early."

"it is good."

After Min Yu left the room, Liang Ziqian spread the folder on the bed and tapped it twice. His long and pointed fingers swiped across the letters one by one until the letter Y was written.

There are about [-] signs in the Y column, and he saw Yingxing Capital Co., Ltd. printed in blue fonts at a glance, and the legal person name in brackets, Yan Pavilion.

"Yan Pavilion." The corners of Liang Ziqian's mouth rose slightly, revealing a dreamy smile.

A weekend passed suddenly, and Yan Ge felt that he was seriously sleep deprived.It's no fault of others, who told him that it's okay to buy shares in three bars, two of which are gay, and people have to show up on weekends, otherwise a group of second-generation prostitutes will directly sweep his house.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, Yan Ge had just walked out of the elevator door on the floor, and Xiao Zhang seemed to be waiting at the front desk for a long time.

"President Yan! Something happened!"

Yan Ge's temple twitched, and asked her quickly. "What happened."

"Dongya rejected our loan application and gave us a minimum rating. It will be difficult to transfer to a bank in the future!"

"Impossible, how could we be rejected if we don't have bad credit?" Yan Ge took out his mobile phone, swiped a few times in the address book, and then dialed a number.

"Hello, Uncle Xu, I'm Yan Ge, please trouble you."

"...Okay, I'm really sorry to trouble you, please let me know if you have any news!"

Although Yan Ge knew that the matter was serious, it was still early to find his mother, which disturbed the good mood of his mother and stepfather Qingxiu, and he might not even have the chance to apply for a loan in the future.

"Uncle Xu, that's the case. If you can contact the people from the East Asia Enterprise Department, please help me to ask. Thank you. I will visit you at home later." After hanging up the phone, he looked at Xiao Zhang and the two The employee's face turned pale with anxiety, so he naturally gave a few words of comfort. "Don't worry, it's okay, the sky is falling and I'm here. Go get busy."

Walking into his office, Yan Ge tightened the shutters, took a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator, unscrewed it, and swallowed a couple of mouthfuls.The water was cold enough, and the people in the town calmed down a little.

A loan of [-] million yuan, if you say no, you can say no, what kind of turnover will he have before the next delivery is due?Dongya is really a bastard, if he doesn't lend money, he won't say it earlier. Also, what's the matter with the lowest rating? Does he have a feud with Dongya to kill his father? Does this add trouble to him?

Ding ding ding, Yan Ge picked up his mobile phone and saw that it was Cao Yu calling.

"Hey Mr. Yan." Cao Yu was very serious today, and he didn't talk nonsense. "I'm in my uncle's branch, why is your company rated with a CCC?"

"What?" The water bottle in Yan Ge's hand slipped to the ground instantly.

This is really not a trivial matter. Cao Yu's uncle is the branch manager of a state-owned bank. It is 11:30 on Monday morning. The credit department does not work on weekends. The latest rating results can be reached within two hours after the bank opens on Monday. This is definitely not normal banking behavior.

Yan Ge's first reaction was, did he have an enmity with someone?can you?

"Hey, Yan Ge, are you still there?"

"Oh, I'm here."

Cao Yu sighed. "I reckon it's something messed up in East Asia. Foreign banks like them love to do this kind of thing. See if any friends from other big banks can come forward and say something. At least the rating will be withdrawn first, and everything else is easy to say. "

Yan Ge answered twice and hung up the phone hastily.

Another big bank... a big bank...

Liang Ziqian?

He was still holding the cell phone he had just hung up, and found Liang Ziqian's name after flipping through the address book a few times.But for some reason, Yan Ge felt that this call should not be made, there was no reason, and his intuition told him not to make it, but his peripheral nerves slowed down, and he dialed the phone...