Rebirth of the 92 Business Tycoon

Feng Yiping was wearing a bathrobe and wiping his hair with a towel comfortably. He walked out of the bathroom humming a little song. He saw the figure in the floor-to-ceiling window and couldn't help whistling, "The guy is handsome,"

In the living room that should have been empty, there was a sudden "clam, puff," sound. He looked back, clutching his bathrobe and jumped back, "Why are you here? How did you come in?"

"Quick, paper," Jin Ling should have sprayed tea on her own, and the silver suit was covered with large yellow water stains, which would be rubbing with Fang Yingzhi's hands and feet with a napkin.

Fang Yingzhi sat sideways, her hand holding the tissue box trembling fiercely, like a canoe in a stormy sea, she used the tissue to help **** water stains on Jin Ling's clothes, and she pulled her hand back to cover her belly.

Wu Qian was standing next to the tea cabinet, with her back to this side, lying on the ground with the lid of the glass teapot, but she hadn't had time to pick it up.

Feng Yiping couldn't see the expression on her face, only her shoulders shrugged.

Feng Yiping immediately ran back to the bedroom with his face covered. He was really worried. He was worried that if he didn't leave again, at least two of the three in the living room would be sick.

Sure enough, as soon as the bedroom door was closed, he heard uncontrollable laughter in the living room...

Hey, the image is really ruined!

so awkward!

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Ten minutes later, the well-dressed Feng Yiping appeared in the living room again. The three were still there, sitting there as if discussing some serious work issues, as if the matter had never happened before.

Feng Yiping glanced at the little silver suit placed aside, and coughed, "Hello,"

"Oh, hello," the three of them seemed to have seen Feng Yiping just now, and greeted him exaggeratedly, "Is the road going well? Have you found any problems?"

The acting is really good and fake.

"You know, our biggest problem is not too much pressure, but how to deal with pressure after pressure. Then, everyone may have their own unique way to deal with pressure. I think if you are lucky enough to meet other people The way to relieve pressure, at least, we should maintain...,"

In the unbridled laughter that suddenly sounded over there, he pressed down and said the last two words, "Respect,"

"Don't worry, we respect it, and I often say to the mirror,'girl, you are so beautiful,'" Jin Ling said and couldn't help but laugh again.

Feng Yiping looked at the three women huddled together on the sofa, very helpless, can he give me some privacy?

"Wu Qian," he yelled not mildly at all.

"President Feng," Wu Qian sensed his displeasure, and immediately stood up, not calling his name this time, but covering her mouth!

"Tell Irving, yes, and yourself, this month's bonus, no, no reason, not protecting my privacy,"

Wu Qian couldn't laugh a little now.

Jin Ling stood up immediately, "It's okay, your handsome boss has deducted you, I will reissue it for you,"

"Yes," Fang Yingzhi said for the first time today, "Although Wu Qian is for that...," she glanced at Feng Yiping and held back a smile, "Actually, it is still our assessment."

This is also because in Jiasheng, apart from those listed companies, at the group level, there is currently no real board of directors. The people around him are actually managed by the president.

Feng Yiping also felt a little helpless, "Let's talk about it, what's the matter?"

"A dinner party was held in the restaurant to celebrate Thanksgiving. We invited all foreign colleagues working in the South, as well as their relatives, and now we are here to invite you to attend.

"Can you make a phone call, or tell Wu Qian that you can't make a sound?"

"No, you want to save office costs. It's just a few steps. It's very convenient to go up. Okay, we have to go. It's too late to go back. Wu Qian, Yingzhi, do you put your coats here?"

Jin Ling was wearing a red silk shirt this time.

"I seem to have one to go with," Wu Qian said.

"Is this washable?" Fang Yingzhi asked while looking at the little suit.

"Wash it or not," Jin Ling said. "Don't you think it's worth it anyway?"

"Yes," Wu Qian actually answered first, is this an expression of dissatisfaction with my decision to deduct her bonus? Feng Yiping thought.

When he walked to the door, Jin Ling pulled the two, and the three turned their heads together and said loudly, "The guy is handsome!"

Feng Shoufu was molested again.

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Since it is to celebrate Thanksgiving, this dinner did not take the form of a buffet, but like at home, everyone sat together around a round table.

On the table is pure American Thanksgiving food. In the middle is the bulging, golden roasted turkey. In the blue melon next to it, candles, honey-glazed ham, oysters, minced meat pie, cornbread, and macaroni , Mashed Potatoes, Sweet Potatoes..., the array is dazzling, really richer than Feng Yiping's own.

Drucker and Professor Jiang are both at Feng Yiping’s table, and the others are experts from the glass and other research institutes. "Sorry everyone, I can’t let everyone enjoy the Thanksgiving holiday."

These foreign employees working in China, as members of various domestic teams, naturally can only enjoy our country's statutory holidays.

"We have enjoyed a lot of holidays with Chinese characteristics." Experts don't care about this. Apart from the rest, the two golden weeks of May 1st and National Day made them very satisfied.

"Drucker, you?" Old Drucker was not accompanied by his family.

In order to attract more high-level American talents to work in China, the company will reimburse round-trip air tickets for their immediate family members to come to China on such holidays.

Drucker shrugged helplessly, "You know, they can't resist the charm of Black Friday."

Instead, his words resonated with many foreigners, "Yes, I still miss the day of waiting in line on Thanksgiving night,"

The one-month shopping season that starts on Friday, the day after Thanksgiving and until Christmas, is a bit similar to our domestic New Year goods before the year. All merchants are doing all their tricks for promotion.

Especially on the second day of Thanksgiving, the discounts are the strongest, but because of the limited number of special offers, many Americans line up outside the mall on the evening of Thanksgiving. This is the origin of Black Friday.

They will experience the hardship of queuing during the year, that is, this day, so they enjoy this rare experience.

"Don't worry, China will satisfy your wish very well." Isn't it easy to line up at home?

"Haha," Drucker smiled and touched his glass, "Thank you for the company's careful preparation. All of this is very authentic, including this cider."

As a result, the cider was bad.

These foreigners, who didn’t learn to others in the country, first learned to toast, and because most of them, they rarely have the opportunity to contact Feng Yiping. Many of them have this opportunity to meet Feng Yiping for the first time. Close contact.

Just after Feng Yiping delivered his toast on the table, these foreign employees dragged their children and their daughters over one by one, and the whole family went into battle, just to be as deep as possible in the eyes of this young rich boss. impression.

Coming all the way from the capital, the results of this inspection are quite satisfactory. Feng Yiping is indeed in a good mood at this time. In addition, this cider tonight has a lower degree than beer, and the entrance is still a bit sweet. Unconsciously, Feng Yiping had a lot of trouble.

"Drucker, Professor Jiang, Bruce," Jin Ling took a few people from the headquarters to Feng Yiping's table, "Happy Thanksgiving!"

"Thank you," Drucker and the others stood up and clinked glasses with Jin Ling.

"Mr. Jin~www.wuxiaspot.com~ look at Yiping," Fang Yingzhi whispered in Jin Ling's ear.

Jin Ling found out that Feng Yiping was still sitting in his seat and looked at the scene in front of him with a smile, but Drucker and the others couldn’t tell the difference, Jin Ling could see it at a glance. His smile looked a bit silly. , Kind of silly.

"This guy," why is he in such a good mood?

Looking at the tables behind that were still waiting for them to pass, "Owen," she called.

"I'll send him up," Fang Yingzhi volunteered.

"Well, make him a cup of honey water," Jin Ling asked.

Feng Yiping is rarely drunk. His drunkenness is the so-called drunkenness. He will not go crazy. When Fang Yingzhi helped him, he did not forget to greet Drucker and the others, and he was a little sober.

Fang Yingzhi also helped Feng Yiping to leave the seat. Owen didn't know where he came out, and was about to pick up the boss. Fang Yingzhi waved at him and motioned him to press the elevator.

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