Chapter 1968 Unpredictable

"Oh, the design of your place is really good," Mrs. Murdoch once again praised Feng Yiping's office as usual upon entering.

"Well, we have our own design studio," Feng Yiping pressed the elevator button, "Please,"

"Thank you," Mrs. Murdoch stepped into the elevator. "You know, what he admires most about you, Murdoch, is that you started from scratch, created such a big business in the United States, and founded so many world-famous companies. level of influence among American companies,”

"Thank you, I also admire Mr. Murdoch,"

Actually speaking, News Corporation was originally an Australian company. It seems that at the end of last year, it got the consent of most shareholders to move the company's headquarters to the United States and re-register the company in the United States. That is, actually starting from the end of last year , News Corporation is an American company.

The reason why they have to work so hard to do so much is because the media tycoon sees clearly that if a large media group focusing on television, media and film and television wants to have great influence around the world, especially It is the right to speak. Whether you are an American company or not is very important.

On this point, Feng Yiping admired him, he was a very understanding person.

Of course, this point also fully illustrates that the so-called freedom of the press here is essentially just a manifestation of power.

From an international perspective, the voices of third world countries, including ours, have a very limited range of dissemination, which is also a confirmation.

"Personally, I am actually more concerned about your investment in your hometown. You have truly led so many people to become rich together. I know how rare that is,"

Mrs. Murdoch did not come here just because she was of Chinese descent. She did a very in-depth study of Feng Yiping. Fortunately, for News Corporation, which has already been doing business in China, it collected relevant information about Feng Yiping. Information, that’s really nothing.

"Thanks,"

"Many of my relatives in China, whether men, women or children, speak highly of you when they mention you," Mrs. Murdoch continued to praise.

"Thanks,"

Mrs. Murdoch couldn't help but glance at Feng Yiping. She was keenly aware that although he was still the same person, he seemed to have suddenly faded away since he came in.

To be precise, compared to the enthusiastic him at the door just now, he is a little different.

Now, he seems a little calm and indifferent, and seems to be a little distant from others.

To be honest, this style is not unfamiliar to Mrs. Murdoch, and the same is true for her husband to other people.

So, was it because I felt something was wrong, or was this just how he usually looked, and the scene at the door was actually something he did deliberately?

If so, why did he do that?

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"Mr. Feng, this is a gift from Rupert Murdoch and I," regardless of whether Feng Yiping had really become indifferent or not, as soon as Mrs. Murdoch sat down, she still followed the agreed-upon routine. Give Feng Yiping a beautifully packaged small box.

The thickness is about the same as a palm.

"Thank you," Feng Yiping took it and said only two words.

Mrs. Murdoch was about to ask Feng Yiping to open it and take a look. Wu Qian hurriedly walked in, "Sorry to bother you, Mrs. Murdoch. Mr. Feng, please call the domestic emergency number."

When Feng Yiping heard this, he immediately stood up and said, "Mrs. Murdoch, look...,"

"You go and do your work first," Mrs. Murdoch quickly stood up and said with a generous smile.

It was morning in the country at this time, so she didn't doubt that he was there.

For a big boss like him who owns so many companies, it is very normal for such emergencies to happen under his command.

It's not good because when he welcomed me, he said that the next time would be spent communicating with himself, so I wouldn't let him go.

"Thank you then, please wait a moment," Feng Yiping strode towards the small conference room at the other end, "Wu Qian, help me take care of Mrs. Murdoch,"

"Yes, Mr. Feng,"

Mrs. Murdoch saw that in the conference room over there, there were already staff debugging the telephone and video conferencing equipment. As soon as Feng Yiping walked in, he took off his suit and put it on the back of the chair. As soon as he sat down, over there There is a picture on the display screen.

But before she could see clearly, the electric sunshade was slowly closed.

"Mrs. Murdoch, would you like something to drink,"

“Decaffeinated coffee, thank you,”

Then she drank three cups of decaf coffee.

The sunshade in the conference room over there was kept open. She only knew that Feng Yiping was there, but she could not see him.

When the park's engineers began to walk towards the restaurant in twos and threes, Mrs. Murdoch couldn't help but send an email on her BlackBerry, "What emergencies happened to Jiasheng Group in China today?"

Sometimes, this situation is also an opportunity.

If there is something wrong with Jiasheng in China, and our company happens to be able to help, that would be perfect.

Fifteen minutes later, the news came back, "According to the information we have, Jiasheng Group is in China today and everything is normal."

everything is normal? Mrs. Murdoch glanced at the conference room over there where the shades were still drawn and the lights were turned on.

Oh, there are some things, such as some internal problems and some financial problems, which are very important, but it is difficult for the outside world to detect them.

There is another more difficult problem, such as the mergers and acquisitions that Feng Yiping has recently launched frequently, which are very important, but before they take the initiative to disclose, it is difficult for the outside world to get a little information.

However, when some of the engineers finished their dinner and walked towards the office again, Mrs. Murdoch looked at the conference room over there, which seemed to be still quiet, and a thought became more and more uncontrollable, Feng Yiping, you are not leaving me alone again!

She really wanted to find Wu Qian to find out what was going on over there.

But when she thought of her identity, her husband was in charge of the world's most widely covered TV network and controlled well-known media in many countries. If she asked like this, it would be a bit of a spying meaning, so she had to give up.

Just when she was entangled and couldn't drink anything, and couldn't even sit still, she stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass of Feng Yiping's office, looking at the park that became more lively because it was time to get off work, the sunshade of the conference room over there was finally opened, and Feng Yiping sat alone at the conference table, looking very tired, leaning on the chair casually, and one hand was still rubbing his eyes that seemed a little sore.

As if he had thought of something, he looked back and waved his hand apologetically. Mrs. Murdoch also waved his hand. He looked really busy, which was good.

"Mrs. Murdoch, I'm very sorry. You see, it was hard to spare a few hours this afternoon. There were some unexpected things in China, and I've been busy until now."

"I understand, I understand," Mrs. Murdoch was more polite than him. "Mr. Feng, you see, we also have business in China. If you need us, please speak up and we will do our best."

"Thank you, oh, it's already this time," Feng Yiping looked at the watch, "You see, why don't we go to Mantingfang to eat and talk, and consider it my apology to you,"

"How dare I accept this? By the way, Mr. Feng, take a look at this. This is a gift from Murdoch and me," she said to the small box that Feng Yiping put aside.

"Look at my memory," Feng Yiping picked up the palm-sized box and opened it. There were two newspapers that looked a little old, one People's Daily and one daily newspaper of their province.

This routine seemed familiar. He looked again and found that the date was exactly the day he was born.

"Thank you very much. This is a very meaningful gift. How did you find it?"

"It's not difficult. I hope you like it."

Mrs. Murdoch could see that Feng Yiping was really happy at this moment, and she was also really happy because this idea was hers.

"I think this must be your idea. I must toast you tonight. I wonder what dishes you like? I dare not say anything about the others. At Mantingfang, we can make the dishes and flavors you like in China."

"Haha, really? Then I'm really looking forward to it."

"I promise I won't let you down. Please, ma'am."

So, when they appeared in front of the building, they were as affectionate as when they entered in the afternoon. In the parking lot, Feng Yiping even helped her open the car door.

"Thank you," Mrs. Murdoch thanked her, but she was thinking in her heart, could it be that my feeling was really wrong?