Rebirth of the 92 Business Tycoon

In the evening, a group of people walked mightily on the streets of Munich, only because Boss Feng was suddenly interested, hoping to walk from the residence to the famous Hofbräuhaus in Munich.

Because the communication with BMW was very smooth today, everyone in the team was very happy, maybe because it is rare to walk with the boss like this, although the street wind is still very strong, everyone's interest is still high.

"I like this place," Feng Yiping, who was walking in front, stopped and said loudly as he watched everyone.

The accompanying people, especially local employees, or local people like Hannah, were especially happy.

But Wu Qian understands Feng Yiping more. She knows that the boss would not like the cold in such a winter, and there is relatively less chance that there will be the kind of beauty who can make men look back.

In addition, because the Germans are pragmatic and advocating a practical style, their dresses, on the whole, are really not exquisite...

The reason for adding this reason is not how she feels about Feng Yiping, but she can understand that men will definitely like places with many beautiful women.

She followed the boss's eyes from between the collars of the trench coat and looked over. When she saw the shop on the opposite street, she felt that this might be the reason the boss said he liked it.

It was a shop selling sausages. I looked in through the glass window, under the soft light, whether it was the sausage lying flat on the plate, the sausage at the back like a bunch of bananas, or the middle one like a good harvest. During the season, the grain duo on the domestic rural threshing ground—of course, a miniature version of grain duo-like sausages, all exude a seductive breath.

It makes you look like a child standing in front of the cake shop window. While swallowing your saliva, there seems to be a small claw sticking out of your throat.

Wu Qian licked her lips, God, how could I be so greedy? Those sausages are all meat!

Wu Qian guessed right. The main reason why Feng Yiping said he likes Munich is because he likes to eat sausages and pig's knuckles so much, and it is so wanton, not care at all. The most popular trend nowadays: eat less meat. , Be more vegetarian.

In China, it is estimated that the famous ice city will be a bit similar to this, but it is estimated that there will not be such an atmosphere there.

He believes that it is Xiao Zhijie and Wang Changning who have arrived here, and they will probably like it, as well as many men in China. After all, since many years ago, heroes have been popular for "drinking with big bowls and eating big pieces of meat." , Munich happens to have it all.

But fortunately, in China, we have a hot pot capital like Sichuan and Chongqing. There are not only hot pot restaurants everywhere, but also famous beauties.

However, in terms of the temptation to eat goods, the sausages that can be seen everywhere are more temptation and shocking.

Just walking along the way and chatting, soon, the Hofbräuhaus next to Marienplatz appeared in front of everyone.

This is a very inconspicuous building from the outside, even looks a bit old, but as soon as the door is opened, laughter, clinking glasses, music from the pipe band...the kind of noise that can only be found in large gatherings, accompanied by wine Fragrant and vegetable fragrance rushed to the face.

Make your whole person excited all at once.

This beer hall with eye-catching hB logos everywhere, the interior furnishings are quite simple, high, and the roof is covered with paintings, and there are large lamps with light boxes hanging down in the wide and deep hall. , Placed a long strip of wooden tables and chairs.

At this time, these tables and chairs were all packed.

Wearing a black vest, holding a waiter with food and beer on it, shuttled around the table, some girls in traditional costumes with a shallow bamboo basket in front of them, selling bread next to the table...

Frankly speaking, this is the first time Feng Yiping has seen a restaurant that can accommodate so many customers at the same time. On this floor, there must be at least a thousand people, and this beer hall has three floors. It seems, The data of 35oo people at the same time is not really bragging.

Feng Yiping fell in love with the atmosphere as soon as he saw it, especially since many people here didn't know him. "Just be it," he asked.

Gordon next to him hurriedly said, "The second floor is quieter,"

"That's it," Feng Yiping said excitedly.

"Okay, okay," Gordon hurried over to find someone. Although the beer hall can accommodate thousands of people at the same time, the business is still booming.

Three or four minutes later, Gordon and a middle-aged man in a suit hurried over. Feng Yiping followed them through the tables to the two tables near the pipe band. Feng Yiping looked at the stage. Take a look at the girl holding a French horn taller than her—it is said that Hitler had spoken on this stage back then and couldn’t wait to say, “A pot of Nuremberg sausages, a pork elbow, and a pig’s trotters. Serving, a roast duck..."

He walked over from one table to another, and he could order so many dishes without looking at the menu.

Wu Qian took the menu and hesitated for a long time, "mashed potatoes with fried pork cutlet, big salt bread, and white sausage,"

If you grow meat, grow meat!

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"Everyone, do it!" Feng Yiping said, holding up a large glass containing a liter of beer, accompanied by a contagious harp sound.

"Fuck," "Fuck," everyone raised their cups, both men and women.

Going down with a gulp of beer, I have traveled to more than half of Europe these days, and the fatigue of allied with people everywhere has disappeared a lot. I ate my elbows and watched the lockers on the wall next to them, belonging to the beer hall. VIp customers’ beer mugs, looking at the murals on the roof with colorful patterns like pig’s head, roast duck, vegetables, etc., especially looking at the people on the table around, and not paying attention to themselves. This was about the original establishment during the Ming Shenzong period. The beer hall belonged to the royal family of Germany. Goethe has been here, Mozart has been here, Princess Sissi has been here... In the beer hall where Lenin in exile has also been, it is really rare to feel the noisy environment like the Oktoberfest. Feel very comfortable.

Frankly speaking, this kind of alliance work seems easy, but it is not simple. It is a very laborious task.

However, whether it is Feng Yiping’s company, or Microsoft, or Google, or Apple, or my big mobile company... For any company, the strategic performance goals they want to achieve, and they rely on their own resources and capabilities , There will always be a strategic gap between the goals that can be achieved.

The existence of this strategic gap naturally limits the company's intention to rely on its own resources and capabilities to develop independently. Under such circumstances, such an alliance, that is, strategic cooperation, is an inevitable choice.

There are some tasks that he can give to Jin Ling, to Cummins, to Sandberg to Zuckerberg... But such things must be done by himself.

Judging from the current situation, he has done quite well.

The results he has achieved in these days have not only laid a good foundation for Android's future dominance in the smartphone market, but also won many conditions for the exhibitions of other companies under his own, such as Tesla~www.wuxiaspot.com~ A lot of obstacles.

Although some of the benefits are transferred, although the reliability of these allies has yet to be verified, in any case, it is better to have more allies than opponents in the market.

"One level, one level," Wu Qian's voice woke him up, "Zhang Yan's call,"

Feng Yiping took a look, and Zhang Yan's name was flashing on the phone, "Are you here?" He asked loudly.

"I'm home now," Zhang Yan is very quiet compared to the excitement on his side, "Where are you, why are you so noisy?"

"We are in the beer hall,"

"Oh, ok, you should relax, and, these days, I am very happy,"

"What did you say?" Feng Yiping stood up.

However, Zhang Yan has hung up the phone.

However, even though the voice behind her was very soft, Feng Yiping probably could still guess what she was talking about.

Originally feeling a little depressed because Zhang Yan insisted on returning to China, he immediately cheered up and picked up the big beer glass again, "Cheers!"

The way Wu Qian looked at him, she rarely saw the immature side of her boss, who has always been young and mature. Didn't she receive a call from Zhang Yan, maybe she heard a sweet word or two, so excited, as for me Say.

"Cheers," she touched the Korean Fang next to her and took a big sip.

Feng Yiping's cell phone rang again, "Mika?"

"Feng, are you in Silicon Valley, I am going to see you,"

"Are you in Mumbai?"

"No, I'm in England,"

Britain, that is Feng Yiping's destination tomorrow.

Zhang Yan’s question immediately resurfaced, "How greedy are you?"

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