Chapter 1532 Dissatisfaction

"Fortunately, these people here don't understand Chinese." Jin Ling put his coat on a chair nearby, wore a shirt and skirt, and sat across from Feng Yiping to have breakfast.

The morning sun shone on her face, making her look particularly vivid.

Feng Yiping watched her happily flipping through one newspaper after another and spreading the caviar sent by the restaurant onto the bread.

The chef said that this is caviar from the Caspian Sea, and he cherishes the rare appearance. But to be honest, it may be a matter of personal taste. Feng Yiping tasted a few spoonfuls, and it was just like that. It was not as delicious as the legendary caviar. foot.

"Here," he handed her the bread, "are you so happy to see this?"

"Of course," Jin Ling took a big bite and closed his eyes to reflect, "It's delicious, continue."

"Of course I'm happy. You see, so many newspapers, without exception, are reporting on the visiting delegation, and without exception, they all mention the role you played in this process. Those big guys in the American business world have become Your foil,"

"Well, you see, this is also the case, '...this is the first time that Steve Jobs, the legendary founder of Apple, has visited China, and this was personally facilitated by the younger legend, our Feng Yiping,'"

She read an excerpt from the middle paragraph, "If Steve Jobs reads this report and discovers that he has made you successful when he comes to China, do you think he will lose his temper?" Jin Ling looked at it with a smile. Feng Yiping.

Feng Yiping continued to process bread for her and shook his head helplessly. In other words, he really didn't care about this now.

It's not that he is immune to these things. Although the laudatory reports about him in newspapers do not make him happy as before, such things will eventually make people feel happy.

It’s just that he knows very well that because he organized this delegation, he will definitely be the focus of news media reports these days, so it’s better not to read it. It’s okay for others to see it, but it would be a bit too narcissistic to see it for yourself.

The first thing he looks at every morning when he wakes up now is the news on the Bloomberg Terminal, which is the financial news from Bloomberg, owned by New York Mayor Bloomberg.

"Why would Steve Jobs care about this now?" Feng Yiping said.

"Yes," Jin Ling also paused.

Feng Yiping was the one who knew the inside story, so Jin Ling also knew the inside story. They all knew that Jobs' illness was not as optimistic as the outside world thought, and Jobs himself knew better.

After knowing such news, how could he care about these small limelights?

"Oh, after reading so much, this article on the Internet has some insights. Judging from some of your past events, your starting point and focus of doing things are not you or your company. The same thing happened this time. in this way,"

"Did it speak to your heart? Li Zhixiong? It's a bit familiar. Oh, I remember, he seems to have written a lot of reports about you,"

"Yes, I have been to the town and the village." Feng Yiping drank up the remaining milk in one gulp and wiped his hands. "You eat slowly and look at them slowly. I have to go and see them."

He said he would go see them, but in fact he mainly wanted to see Steve Jobs.

In Feng Yiping's view, Lao Qiao was the biggest factor of instability, but with the interview coming soon, it was hard for anything to happen at this time.

When he last saw him last night, he felt that something was wrong with Lao Qiao's state. He was terribly silent, as if he was trying hard to suppress something that made him very angry.

He hurried downstairs and knocked on the door of Jobs' suite. "Mr. Feng, please come in quickly,"

"Mark, what's the matter?" Feng Yiping looked at the guy who was looking at him with a smile.

Because you're here, we don't have to resist the boss's low pressure for the time being, Mark said in his heart, "Steve is having breakfast,"

"Von," Jobs's voice came from across the restaurant.

"Morning! How did you sleep yesterday?" Feng Yiping walked over with a smile.

The restaurant was filled with sunshine, and there was a plate of carefully selected fruits and a plate of bread on the table. They all looked very tempting, but Jobs, who was sitting there, looked unhappy and was facing the computer. looking at what.

Jobs didn't respond, "Feng, if I ask you to evaluate, what do you think of the work in China?"

It turned out that he was dissatisfied with this.

"If you only look at the results, they are indeed not satisfactory," Feng Yiping said honestly.

"Their work not only resulted in unsatisfactory results, but also had huge problems. The entire China team..." Jobs shook his head.

"Feng, based on what I saw and heard from yesterday to now, I have some new ideas about the work in China,"

"Your idea must be a good idea. If you need my input, I will tell you everything."

"And don't forget, we leave at half past eight," Feng Yiping reminded.

Jobs nodded.

At this time, he could be said to be dressed up, still wearing a turtleneck sweater and jeans.

This, he also dressed like this when he was in the White House. Also, regarding the issue of clothing, his superiors were clear about it and had no objections, so Feng Yiping had no need to comment.

It should be said that ordinary people really can't do such a thing. Among a group of people in suits and ties, dressing so casually without any discomfort actually requires a strong heart.

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"Hello, room service," he knocked on the door to another suite.

"Fon, come in quickly," Brin opened the door.

He was already wearing a suit and his tie was hanging around his neck.

"Feng," Page, who was wearing a suit and tie, walked out of the room, "You came just in time. We have questions for you,"

"Oh, what?"

"Based on your experience and knowledge, do you think that we need to make some promises on behalf of the company on such occasions, such as increasing investment?" Page asked.

"Haha, it's totally unnecessary. If there is, I will definitely remind you," Feng Yiping said with a smile. These two guys are really getting more and more mature and now they will consider these issues.

"Such an interview actually mainly expresses two meanings, attention and welcome," Feng Yiping said, "Don't have any other concerns at all,"

"That's good. In fact, you also know that after arriving yesterday, we decided to increase investment in China and increase investment in the field of Chinese search,"

"These topics can be discussed, but there is no need to promise investment amounts on the spot. There is no need,"

"This way we will be relieved,"

"Okay, I have to go up and prepare, see you later,"

In such an occasion today, he naturally has to wear formal clothes.

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At 8:30, the motorcade set out from the hotel on time, with a car from the General Office of the CPC Central Committee leading the way and Feng Yiping's car at the end, heading towards the Great Hall of the People.

But such a motorcade is really inconspicuous in the capital. The residents of the capital are already accustomed to the motorcades of visiting heads of state that require temporary road closures, with police cars leading the way in front and police cars escorting the rear.

However, after the endless reports in newspapers and websites this morning, many people are still paying attention to the movements of this super delegation. After leaving the hotel, many people are still chasing the car to take pictures. There are fans, not just entertainment stars.

Those outside, some shouted Chief Yang, some shouted the two founders of Google, and some shouted Ballmer of Microsoft, just to see if these rare guys can roll down the window to show their faces after hearing their shouts.

But because they were going to be received, everyone was quite quiet, and no one responded to the fans' call.

Jobs' face was a little ugly again.

It's not because no one called his name, but this situation fully illustrates how unsatisfactory the work of Apple China is.

No wonder sales are so bad, no wonder there are so many problems.

Jobs looked at the endless stream of vehicles on the wide road. Not only did the number of vehicles exceed his expectations, but the grade of the vehicles also exceeded his expectations.

The pedestrians were also dressed very fashionably, and the mental state of those who looked like white-collar workers was also very full.

In addition, many people had headphones in their ears, which were mostly MP3s...

Although he did not conduct a specific investigation, based on what he saw, it was not that his own products had no market in China, nor that the price was too high and the number of consumers was too small. On the contrary, there should be many people who could consume iPods.

These bastards in China!

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In the back car, Jin Ling became a little nervous as she watched the majestic building in front getting closer and closer. "It's okay," Feng Yiping patted her hand.