Chapter 1179 Taking Advantage

"So busy?" Mr. Wu asked when he saw Feng Yiping running over.

There were several people, mainly those who were older, who envied Feng Yiping as he ran over briskly.

At this moment, they didn't envy others, but only envied his youth.

When was the last time he ran like this without caring about his image? It's been many years, it's so good to be young!

It's really great to be so young like him and have such great achievements!

Then his mind was full of ideas. Unfortunately, there was no daughter of the right age at home. However, among the people he knew, was there anyone suitable?

"I took a few bites and wasted some time. Sorry,"

Feng Yiping naturally couldn't say that it was delayed by the people sent by the reception leader to help, because that would be showing off.

"In my opinion, Mr. Feng is facing such an important matter now. It shouldn't matter if he is absent from such a meeting. The implementation of this matter," a mature and steady man hadn't finished speaking when a reporter with a microphone rushed out from nowhere, followed by a strong man carrying a camera, shouting, "Mr. Feng..."

The shouting stopped quickly because the man bumped into Owen - of course, Owen blocked him in time.

He was showing off his skills in front of many of his boss's domestic peers, and it also gave Feng Yiping some extra face.

Sure enough, many people in the group looked at Owen and were very interested. Such a human shield is really good.

The reporter was firmly controlled by Owen's hands and couldn't move, but he was still shouting, "Mr. Feng, Mr. Feng,"

Feng Yiping looked at the label on his microphone, FOX, and sure enough, this success was not a fluke. No wonder FOX later defeated CNN and became the news station with the highest ratings in the United States. With such a hard-working reporter, how could it not succeed?

"Okay, Owen," Feng Yiping patted the loyal guy who was worthy of the salary he paid, and decided to give him a big chicken leg in the evening.

Owen let go of the reporter, but still stood aside vigilantly.

"Mr. Reporter, I'm sorry for what happened. Please understand that the way you appeared was too abrupt,"

"No, it's my fault, please forgive me," the reporter nodded as if he was still in shock, and glanced at Owen.

He had no doubt that if he didn't hold the microphone and there was no one carrying a camera behind him, what greeted him just now must have been a fist.

He waved his hand back and called the cameraman over, "Delete the previous part now,"

Haha, this guy also knows how to behave.

Generally speaking, these reporters are very versatile, otherwise, they can't find out so much solid news.

There are also cool reporters and media, but they will definitely not show that side in front of a rich man like Feng Yiping.

Things like what happened in the journalist group that visited Wuli'ao Town last time are really just very isolated phenomena. There are not many countries in the world where journalists still have administrative levels.

Journalists with administrative levels sometimes tend to forget their duties.

Because he had a good impression of this FOX News reporter and admired his tenacity like a paparazzi, Feng Yiping took the initiative to say a few more words, "It's about Netflix, right? All news is subject to the announcement from our company,"

"However, what I can tell you is that the directors of Netflix's board of directors are very optimistic about my future plans for Netflix and the preparations I have made. Sorry," Feng Yiping pointed to the car behind him.

"Thank you, Mr. Feng," the reporter was a little excited.

Although Feng Yiping's words were simple, they contained a lot of information.

This may be the main reason why Hastings of Netflix resigned. Does it also mean that this acquisition will be a negotiated acquisition?

Haha, he deliberately made sure that because of this segment, his TV station's ratings tonight will definitely be ahead of those competitors.

Seeing Feng Yiping and the Chinese businessmen boarding the bus, he immediately rushed to his car, "Let's go back to the station quickly,"

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On the bus, the person who had just spoken finally had the opportunity to finish what he had said halfway, "The implementation of this matter is probably more important than your participation in such a meeting,"

It seems that more than one person saw the significance of such a matter at such a moment.

"Mr. Feng must know this, and he must have made proper arrangements," someone said immediately.

"Mr. Feng, I admire you!" Several people leaned out from behind their seats and praised.

"You are too flattering, it's just luck, luck!"

"Mr. Feng, you are too modest, how can there be such a big luck?" Everyone said, "Even if some things are luck, you have accomplished so many things, and the quantitative change has caused qualitative change. These successes are the embodiment of your vision and ability,"

"You are not lucky," Mr. Wu said to Feng Yiping who sat down, "I can sit next to you, it's luck,"

These people really know how to talk.

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The bus drove towards Foggy Valley Street, which is only a few blocks away from the White House.

The American Lunch House is located in the Truman Building there. For this reason, "Foggy Bottom" is sometimes used as a synonym for the American Lunch House.

When we were still a few hundred meters away from the Mediterranean-style building, many Chinese people holding five-star red flags or various welcome banners appeared on the roadside.

On the snowy road, in the biting cold wind, they were still in high spirits and smiling happily. Looking at the bus heading that way and the Chinese people inside, they knew that they were also members of this visiting group. Wave the national flag at them too.

As a result, all the few windows that could be opened in the car were opened, and the entrepreneurs also thanked the enthusiastic Chinese representatives.

To put it bluntly, at this moment, everyone feels that their connection with the motherland is particularly close.

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Before possible traffic control, Ma Ling took Vincent to the door of the Truman Building. Although the little boy didn't have any concept of race at this time, he felt friendly when he saw these people with the same skin as his father. "Mom, is dad here?"

"He's not here, but he may be here soon," Ma Ling looked expectantly at the other side of the road.

In fact, she was somewhat repelled by such behavior.

This time, the interval between this time and the last meeting was the shortest, less than 20 days. However, she found that from the bottom of her heart, she was looking forward to and cherishing every opportunity to get together with Feng Yiping.

What's wrong with me? Feeling her face burning in the cold wind, she couldn't help but ask, am I being trapped?

However, I seem to like it quite a lot, and it feels very good.

But I am an independent woman and never want to be anyone's vassal. But she looked at the son in her arms and looked at the road with bright eyes, and decided not to be entangled - at least temporarily.

I'm doing this for my son, she thought.

At the end of her sight, she saw a bus approaching faintly over there. She and Vincent were as excited as they were. Is this their car?

The cheering Chinese on the roadside immediately confirmed their mother and son's suspicion that this was the car that followed the entrepreneur. Those who gestured out from the window also confirmed this.

The two of them didn't speak, just stared at the car closely. Suddenly, Vincent shouted happily, "Dad," he pointed at the car and shouted.

Ma Ling took a look and saw that the little guy was really sharp-eyed.

Isn't that the person in the second row standing in front of the seat and looking at the roadside? Her heart also warmed up, she grabbed her son's hand and shook it.

Why is he still so conspicuous among so many people?

"Daddy, daddy," Vincent shouted one after another, but they were all drowned out by the enthusiastic welcoming crowd around him.

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"We are taking advantage of the boss," Feng Yiping said in the car.

In normal times, how could they, businessmen, be greeted like this by overseas Chinese?

"Mr. Feng, you should be treated like this often," Mr. Wu said.

"Where? I..." Feng Yiping suddenly stopped. Amidst the cheers, he vaguely seemed to hear someone in the crowd calling "Dad". That voice was very familiar.

It sounded a lot like Vincent calling himself.

Probably not, didn't he specifically tell Ma Ling not to go out in such weather and at night?

But he immediately saw Ma Ling and his son trotting behind the car on the side of the road.

Among a group of people with black hair and yellow skin, the two of them are highly identifiable.

Of course, even at this time, they were surrounded by blond foreign mothers holding their children, and Feng Yiping could pick them out from the crowd at a glance.

"Daddy, daddy," Vincent was still shouting excitedly. Just like his mother who was hugging him, both of their faces were shining with excitement.

"Hey!" Feng Yiping responded and waved to them happily.

When Mr. Wu saw Feng Yiping's movements, he turned his head and glanced, "Hey, this girl is pretty good," and he actually waved in that direction.

"That kid looks pretty cute," in fact, he only had a rough look at the kid.

"Well, you can take advantage of this,"

He thought that Feng Yiping was a teenager at heart. When he saw the child of a beautiful mother calling him daddy, he responded smoothly.

Feng Yiping looked at him dumbfounded, "Where are you? I'm kissing you. Can you kiss me?"

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To be honest, the U.S. House of Representatives, which can be said to be the most impressive diplomatic building in the world, really has no characteristics. It is just boxy and regular. At least, it is not as grand and classic as the Capitol Building and the White House. .

However, the arrogance of the people who work here is easily felt.

Then, the hall where they were waiting shocked Feng Yiping.

Everything is decorated in this hall, from tables and chairs to oil paintings, to the crystal chandeliers on the ceiling - there are nearly 20 of these gorgeous looking crystal chandeliers! There are also carpets on the floor and decorations on the Baroque-style stone pillars around the hall. They are all luxurious yet exquisite, and they are all historical things.

In history, the most splendid palaces and their most splendid halls in the West were probably nothing more than this.

Before the arrival of the boss and Powell, Feng Yiping and other entrepreneurs who followed up and some domestic experts freely exchanged views with corresponding people on the American side.

At this time, it is naturally a good time to expand your circle of friends. Not to mention businessmen like them, even the experts are busy exchanging business cards everywhere.

But Feng Yiping was very quiet at this moment, sitting there quietly, thinking nervously about the merger and acquisition, but the images of Ma Ling and Vincent flashed from time to time. They should go home now. , aren’t you still waiting in the cold wind?

His thoughts were often interrupted by others—naturally Americans. There was no other way. With his current position, he was the first choice for many people to expand their circle of friends.

Moreover, he was also cross-border, at least across academia and entrepreneurship. He was the most successful entrepreneur in academia and the most accomplished business theory expert among entrepreneurs.

Today's occasion with entrepreneurs and experts on both sides was very suitable for him, because he could chat with either side.

So in the end, he, the least active person in the field, turned out to be the busiest person.

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It was not until after 8 o'clock that the boss and Powell, who was a military man, entered the hall.

The boss gave a speech after Powell's welcome speech. He temporarily put aside the toast he had prepared in advance and gave an impromptu speech.

"Secretary Powell and I both studied geology, and we both had a miserable childhood, so we talked very well today,"

He then talked about the issue that had to be discussed in every place this time, mainly because the guy who deserved to be beaten on the other side of the strait was promoting a referendum.

"That shallow strait is the deepest homesickness of all Chinese people. We will never allow anyone to sever this connection. I am very happy to see that the US has kept its promise on such a matter."

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