Rebirth of the 92 Business Tycoon

On the 36th floor of Jinmao Building, Feng Yiping pressed the hands-free phone again, "Xiao Wu, give me a cup of coffee, no milk, no sugar, no ice,"

"Okay, come right away,"

Unexpectedly, it was not the long-legged black silk, standard OL dress, the school flower who used to go abroad, but the owner of this office, Jin Ling, who brought coffee in later.

Holding the coffee, she said dumbfounded, "Have you made enough trouble?"

From the morning till now, her newly recruited secretary, mineral water, orange juice, tea, coke, and coffee, has already delivered Feng Yiping five times.

"It's salty in the morning,"

How can you eat salty in the morning? At Feng Yiping's strong request, they deliberately got up early and went to Chenghuang Temple to eat Xiaolongbao with soy milk.

"Oh, I was wrong, it was too sweet, my bowl of soy milk, I added too much sugar, and now it's a bit awkward." Feng Yiping always has a reason anyway.

"You'd better be prepared, and you want to interview again," Jin Ling saw that he was dominating his seat and couldn't get up, so he could only sit on the opposite chair to work.

Feng Yiping held his coffee and sat on a swivel chair. "Sit on the tallest building in the country and watch the Huangpu River below. The waves are rushing, the waves, and the surging river for thousands of miles are endless. This is in line with a president's Identity,"

He paused, "Especially, there is a beautiful and generous, gentle and pleasant school secretary who can speak three foreign languages, is outstanding, and has long hair and cape."

"I won't talk about the office, you said, why do you all have a secretary, so you won't be worthy of me?" He looked hurt.

"Hehe," Jin Ling smiled and squatted on the table, and shook her long hair with the same shawl intentionally or unintentionally. When Feng Yiping came here yesterday, he was a little jealous when he saw her office and secretary.

"Then give you one, pick it yourself, and then you go to class in the classroom. She takes your bag and mobile phone and waits at the door of the classroom."

Feng Yiping understood that that would naturally not work!

"It's not fair anyway," he still said angrily.

"Well, these two days. I will lend you Xiao Wu, all right,"

Feng Yiping's occasional childishness always made Jin Ling unable to get angry, "Now. Can you give me your seat?"

"What are you talking about, lend it to me? What do you think if you let Xiao Wu hear it?" Feng Yiping felt that there were several meanings in these words, a little bit evil.

"I don't need to know what Xiao Wu would think after listening to it," Jin Ling sat back in his seat and crackled on the keyboard. "I care more. If Jingping knew about this, what would Jingping think?"

Feng Yiping collapsed on the sofa.

Jin Ling said so, how dare he let that pretty Xiao Wu follow him?

"The banging sound I just heard was when you fell. The water in your stomach was ringing?" Jin Ling's knife made up like a magical pen.

It's not over yet, "Your jealousy, did I ask Xiao Wu to bring in some alkaline drinks to help you neutralize it?"

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At the beginning of the TV interview, Feng Yiping was quite happy. Vanity, everyone has it, and more. Being on TV can not only promote yourself, but also help promote the company. Why not?

But now. He was somewhat resisted. Now in China, the three words "Feng Yiping" are not only personal names, but also some celebrities, and the more people in large companies know it. He personally no longer needs to be famous on TV.

However, when they first arrived in Shanghai, companies that are eager to open the situation are in great need.

Therefore, even if he was unwilling in all possible ways, he could only go on TV for an interview again.

This interview is about a topic that was contacted in Shanghai last year. Feng Yiping and the Shanghai fellow, who are also phenomenon-level writers born in the 1980s, Han students, were on the same scene.

To be honest, Feng Yiping didn't know much about this classmate Han, because the industry he later worked in, the circle of mixing with classmate Han, didn't build up at all.

Student Han’s book, I’m so sorry. He didn’t read one. It’s not that he didn’t like it. It’s appropriate to read it when he was in school. It’s just that he would have no money to buy it. When he later had money to buy the book, he had already entered the society. Novels depicting cruel youth are no longer attractive to him.

He remembered that classmate Han seemed to have changed a lot of identities, young writers, pioneer writers, racers, and then he seemed to be talking about thinkers?

The last impression is that he also followed the trend as a director to make movies, for the box office, that is, for the money, all kinds of propaganda, all kinds of low profile.

Feng Yiping understood at that time, to put it bluntly, no matter what family it is, after getting married, the first task is to make money to support the family.

In essence, everything they do is no different from their own little businessman. They are all for making money, but one makes easy and the other hard.

In the dressing room, Feng, the first time he saw the living student Han, accompanied by his parents, seemed to be a little envious of himself with the two beauties, Jin Ling and Xiao Wu.

At first sight, Feng Yiping felt very familiar, without it, the smile on Student Han’s face, Feng Yiping could not be more familiar, harmless to humans and animals, and a little shy. Isn’t that another face of Feng Yiping?

Feng Yiping was close by birth. He turned out to be a fellow man, "Hello, hello," he enthusiastically held classmate Han's hand, "Looking forward for a long time,"

Facing the enthusiastic Feng Yiping, Student Han was a little uncomfortable, and his eyes were a little dodge, "Hello,"

His father had already prepared, and took out two books from his bag, the two books by Feng Yiping, "Yiping classmate, Xiao Han admires you very much, sign him,"

admire? Feng Yiping smiled. This shouldn't be what the student Han meant, it must be his father's polite remarks on such occasions.

Since ancient times, it has always been Wen Wu No. 1 and Wu Wu No. 2. With the temperament of classmate Han, how could it be possible to say such a thing?

From then on, he and another, also a writer born in the 1980s, had all sorts of tears, including when he made a movie, he did not mean to fight with that one. From these, we can see that he is not a person who is easy to subdue.

Feng Yiping estimated that even his parents might be gritted their teeth when they said this.

In the eyes of parents, their own children are definitely the best, not to mention that classmate Han is indeed an idol of many peers, and he can really make his parents proud.

Besides, Ala Shanghainese, you know, there is always a natural advantage to people in other places. If it weren't for Feng Yiping’s Jiasheng Group, the investment of 100 million US dollars in Pudong would have been reported in the papers. They estimate that such customers I don't know how to talk about it.

Fortunately, Feng Yiping was not unprepared-mainly Xiao Wu was prepared, "Uncle, you are too polite, I just have a book, and I want you to sign it." Xiao Wu at the back handed over two books. It was from Student Han last year. The first novel published.

"I finished it in one night," Feng Yiping said with a book.

Feng Yiping was so flattering that the family of three, including classmate Xiao Han, were very happy and laughed.

"Xiao Han always said that your novels are very beautiful, and he likes them very much," said Han's mother.

"I also like the humor in his novels," Feng Yiping replied.

Jin Ling turned around, her back to the door, she was afraid she would laugh.

Feng Yiping did finish reading that novel in one night, but only a few minutes in one night-read the beginning and then the end. This is the so-called one night.

"You two are the same age, and you can be considered as peers. You will be on the stage later to help each other a little bit," Han said with a smile. "Among the guests this time, there are several education experts."

"Uncle is right~www.wuxiaspot.com~ help me in a while," Feng Yiping said to classmate Han with a smile.

Nowadays, all kinds of domestic talk shows are catering to the audience's preferences. They have a peaceful style and no one likes to watch them. So in the interview process, there are no shortage of sharp questions that make people difficult to deal with.

Before the official recording, Feng Yiping, who has always been good-tempered, raised an objection to the temporary arrangement of the scene today.

In order to highlight the conflict, the other guests invited today were also divided into two camps. The two groups of guests with opposite opinions sat opposite each other, plus the two generations of 80s who sat opposite the host, a total of four parties. A small circle.

However, this posture, this layout, how Feng Yiping thinks, how does it feel like a trial of the two of them.

He said to a brother on the Shanghai TV, "Ms. Cao, we two have our backs to the audience, don't we have little respect for them? Can we adjust this position?"

Okay, Cao Mingzui didn't expect that student Han, who was worried about not being able to cooperate, looked good and talkative, but this student Feng, who thought he had a good temper, didn't look like a good friend? (To be continued.)