Chapter 1754: Gathering of Heroes

"Man...," it was difficult for the four of them to repeat the three Chinese characters.

"It means there are many beautiful things in it," Feng Yiping could only explain to them.

"Oh," they nodded as if they understood. Looking at the neatly gilded regular script on it, some of them showed a rare look of fear.

Also because of Feng Yiping, they are somewhat interested in Chinese, but now they can only speak some spoken language that you have to listen carefully to understand, such as "Hello" and "Have you eaten?" .

As for writing, I simply can’t do it at all.

Square characters are two completely different systems from the letters they are familiar with.

"Feng, have you ever considered choosing an English name?" Page asked.

"Everyone will get used to it," Feng Yiping said with a smile.

Although he knew that these guys would find it quite awkward to pronounce this name at first, this was the effect he was pursuing.

This is part of his publicity and promotion strategy, and to a certain extent, it can greatly enhance everyone's impression.

"Oh," as soon as they entered the gate, they couldn't help but exclaimed in unison.

Among the flowers and trees, there is a house with white walls, black tiles and overhanging eaves. But what attracts everyone is not its appearance, but its temperament, which is a kind of house that has experienced long years of precipitation and baptism. At first glance it seems indifferent, but upon closer inspection it becomes more and more flexible and transparent.

"Is this the building you moved from China to?" Mayer asked.

"Yes," Feng Yiping nodded, only glanced at her, and immediately turned his eyes away.

Good guy, the look in his eyes is already rippling.

Peppa Pig and the others immediately walked in curiously. They didn't notice the people sitting inside, but they saw at a glance that the opposite side was completely open - this was actually the living room of a wealthy family in the past, but naturally there was no patio. of.

In front of the open side is a small flat paved with cobblestones, next to it is a rockery, and next to the rockery is a winding river. The riverside is dotted with rugged rocks and flowers and trees, and a stone arch bridge spans it. Connected to a corridor.

The corridor looked extremely long, running straight through the house in front and extending back.

Every other section of the corridor, there is a small pavilion next to it, and someone seems to be sitting inside.

"Hi," several people had already come down from the Grand Master's chair and greeted them enthusiastically.

Page and the others unanimously let Feng Yiping out from behind. Today, he is the protagonist.

"Hello Moretz, hello Dole," Feng Yiping shook hands with the two people walking in the front, "Thank you for coming,"

"Haha, we are very happy to have such an opportunity to see another masterpiece of yours," Sequoia's Michael Moritz took Feng Yiping's hand and said enthusiastically, "From now on, if I don't come to eat, I will come here. Sitting there is also a very enjoyable thing,”

"You are welcome to come often, but don't just sit and have a meal when you come," Feng Yiping said with a smile, "This is a restaurant."

"Definitely, definitely, haha, sitting in a place like this, I think my appetite will be better,"

Many guests looked at Feng Yiping with envy, joking with these famous people on Sand Dune Road easily and effortlessly. This is not something ordinary people can do.

Many of the people who came today started their own businesses, that is, they were bosses, but Moritz and the others were the bosses' bosses, so they naturally couldn't joke with them so carelessly.

As soon as Feng Yiping let go of Moretz's hand, he was immediately held by someone again. It was Hartman in uniform, "Congratulations, Feng,"

"Hello Chief Hartman," he said. Since the Spring Festival that year, his relationship with the San Francisco Police Department has been very good. In a business like a restaurant, it is natural to have a good relationship with the police.

"A very beautiful garden," Hartman said, obviously thinking carefully and knowing what the garden in front of him was called.

"You are welcome to bring your family to visit in the future," Feng Yiping said with a smile.

"Definitely," Hartman held Feng Yiping's hand, "There is still work in the city, I have to go back soon,"

"Okay, I'll send it to you,"

In the future, Hartman will naturally be able to come here to dine, but today, it’s good that he can come here and show his face. On an occasion like today, if he dares to stay and accept Feng Yiping’s hospitality, then he doesn’t want to do a good job. , one complaint call, and his public career was over.

"We have a new patrol car on this road," Hartman whispered as soon as he walked out.

"Thank you, thank you for the bureau's support,"

This is not because Hartman is engaging in malpractice for personal gain, he just speeds up the relevant processes.

The donations to the San Francisco Police Department Foundation over the years have not been in vain. Now the entire San Francisco Police Department knows that Huang Jingping and Feng Yiping are more active in such matters, and that is what they should be.

"Hey Huang, congratulations," Hartman said suddenly to the door.

At this time, a large number of ladies were standing at the door, praising and admiring. The leader was none other than Huang Jingping, who was holding onto the arm of Jobs's wife, Laurenna.

"Hello Director Hartman," Huang Jingping came over and shook hands with Hartman. After a moment of hesitation, she took Feng Yiping's arm and thanked Hartman for his support with a smile.

Laurenna was talking to Feng Yiping, the pretty young beauty next to her, "This is Ellison's girlfriend,"

"Welcome," Feng Yiping said with a smile.

By the way, from an age point of view, Ellison's girlfriend is a good match for Feng Yiping.

It is not very reasonable that Jobs actually had a good personal relationship with Larry Ellison, the old pervert of Oracle.

But things in the world are so wonderful.

I just don’t know what kind of mood Laurene felt when she accompanied Ellison’s increasingly younger girlfriends. I’m afraid she must be quite helpless.

At this time, he saw Ma Ling, who was wearing a silver-gray suit and a ruffled shirt, standing in a corner at the back. When she saw Feng Yiping looking over, she silently greeted him and indicated that she was fine.

Seeing Huang Jingping still holding his arm, Feng Yiping breathed a sigh of relief, but he immediately felt that today’s opening ceremony was really a gathering of heroes. I hope everything is fine.

He waved to Hartman who had already walked to the door, and smiled and let the women go to the living room for waiting, "Everyone, please."

"Wow," as soon as they entered the living room, everyone naturally exclaimed again.

Most of their praise was for this living room.

In their impression, Chinese restaurants are usually decorated with big red lanterns outside, and the walls inside are naturally full of various rich and colorful paintings, and most of them have screens with carved dragons.

But the living room in front of them is completely different in style.

From the overall color tone to the tables, chairs, screens, antique shelves, and calligraphy and painting fans on the wall, all are simple and elegant, timeless and light.

"Steve will definitely regret not coming today," Laurena said with a smile.

This is a great compliment, "Thank you," Huang Jingping let go of Feng Yiping and stood next to Laurena, "Let's go inside, there are a lot of arrangements inside today,"

"I'm looking forward to it," Laurena glanced at the courtyard inside, "I think I'd better call him now,"

"Then he will definitely not be disappointed," Schmidt also came over.

At this time, he has a good relationship with Jobs, and he is also an independent director of Apple's board of directors.

Everyone walked onto the small bridge with laughter, followed the gurgling stream, walked up the plain corridor, and walked about 20 meters. They saw a pavilion next to them. With a "clang" sound, the bead curtain parted to both sides. A woman wearing a lake green cheongsam with a large collar and a big bun sat at the stone round table in the pavilion.

Behind her, two girls wearing short clothes and holding pipa sat on the left and right, playing the pipa with lowered eyebrows.

With the sound of the pipa, the woman at the table flicked her sleeves with one hand, raised her white wrist lightly, and brewed tea like flowing clouds and water.

Everyone stood there blankly, even Ma Ling opened her mouth slightly. This elegant scene, this picturesque Chinese classical beauty, they were all the first time to see it.

This kind of Chinese style, they also appreciated it for the first time.

Laurenna quietly stepped aside and really covered her mouth to make a phone call. At this moment, it felt that making a sound was a very rude thing.

Seeing Laurena's actions, Ellison's girlfriend also followed suit and stepped back to pick up the phone.

But she still had to talk.

After making tea, the beauty stood up lightly, bowed to everyone, and then sat down again, looking at her nose and heart, just like the person in the painting.

Feng Yiping walked forward and picked up a cup of tea, "Everyone, please try it, this is our country's tea ceremony,"

Schmidt was the first to stand up.

Laurena, holding the phone, tiptoed and looked ahead, "Come quickly, such a performance may not be seen tomorrow,"

Ellison's girlfriend said the same thing in a different tone, "Come quickly,"

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The two big guys haven't arrived yet, and many guests with invitations have come one after another in front.

Yamamoto got out of the car and looked at the Chinese archway-style gate in front of him, shaking his head. Sure enough, it's the same thing again, vulgar!

Looking at the vertical plaque above, he shook his head even more. It seems that the level of this garden cannot be expected too much.

Those ancient architects invited from China naturally know that vertical plaques are generally used in royal palaces, but Feng, the richest man, insisted.

If they knew that Yamamoto inferred that they were not good at their business based on this, they would really feel very wronged.

Yamamoto took a young man with glasses, the Japanese engineer who drew the invitation on NEXTDOOR, and walked in through the gate behind the archway in a swagger, and was immediately stunned.

What is a different world? Everything in front of him is a different world.

He looked at the lush flowers and trees, and the old house with white walls and black tiles that exuded ancient style and charm, and suddenly he had some doubts about his previous inference.

He didn't really know much about architecture, but he could make such an ancient building and this garden so harmoniously and organically combined, making people feel comfortable when looking at it, so it seems that the designer should still have two brushes.

He looked around and tentatively took out his prepared camera. Seeing that the waiters with their hands on their stomachs had no intention of stopping him, he immediately kept pressing the shutter.

Then, his hands could not stop.

He took pictures of every detail of the layout in the living room.

The more he took pictures, the more guilty he felt. Judging from these meticulous arrangements, this garden seemed to be of a very high standard.

When he was taking pictures of the stone bridge and the corridor in front of him in various poses like a photographer, he found that there was another person beside him, a blonde lady who looked a little arrogant.

This lady was none other than Claire, a famous gourmet who took the initiative to ask her assistant to make a call, but in the end she didn't get an invitation. She has fans all over the east and west coasts.

There is always a commotion about what you can't get, or perhaps it's because of Feng Yiping's fame that she, who originally ignored repeated invitations from many well-known restaurants, became determined to attend Man Tingfang's opening.

She had made up her mind to let the high-minded Feng Yiping learn how powerful she was, and let him know that in the field of gourmet food, I was the king.

One of my articles will directly determine the future of your restaurant.

Isn't there a saying in China that if you don't eat a toast, you'll be punished with a drink? I want you to remember this sentence well.

It was not difficult for Claire, who often dressed up in disguise, to get into Mantingfang. However, after entering, she was originally bent on giving a good look to Feng Yiping, who was quite disrespectful to her. At this time, she seemed to have forgotten her original purpose.

This is actually a restaurant?

At this time, Jobs and Ellison dropped what they were busy doing almost at the same time and set off from their respective parks and rushed here.

In the parking lot, a car was already driving up. Lao Pan, wearing a Tang suit, got out of the car in front.