Chapter 1969: Play

"Oh," Mrs. Murdoch had the same exclamation after entering Feng Yiping's office building.

Of course, in comparison, her exclamation this time was much more sincere.

"Is this true? This is really, really amazing!"

At this time, the whole courtyard was filled with lanterns, and the lanterns in the corridors and pavilions had just been lit up, but it was not the kind of bright light that was as bright as day and felt a bit noisy, but the kind that had a halo of yellow, warmth, and tranquility. Shining on the Chinese-style garden, there is still folk music floating in the air.

As soon as you enter the door, it seems that you have stepped from the high-tech capital of the United States to the poetic Jiangnan.

She couldn't help but look at the parking lot outside and the sky above. It wasn't until she saw that most of the people coming and going in the park were white people that she was sure that she had not encountered anything mysterious.

"I have read the reports, but from the reports, I really can't tell that it would be so shocking!" She thought for a while before she came up with a suitable word.

"You've won the prize, but it's just a bigger scale."

"A lot of times, it's all about scale," Mrs. Murdoch said.

This makes some sense.

In other places, even if Tiananmen is rebuilt as it is, instead of getting applause, it will attract a lot of criticism.

Because such a separate building looks abrupt, uncoordinated, and awkward no matter how you look at it.

But places like Hengdian, where palaces and gardens of the Ming and Qing dynasties and a series of ancient buildings are replicated on a large scale, have become 5A-level scenic spots.

When a building reaches a certain scale, it is equivalent to creating a small environment, which in turn highlights the characteristics and personality of the building. This is the case with Feng Yiping's Man Ting Fang.

"Fortunately, it is easy and cheap to buy land here in the United States. Let's invite it here." Feng Yiping nodded towards Wu Xinyang who came over, "Xinyang, this is Mrs. Murdoch, Mrs. Murdoch, this is Man Tingfang's Executive Wu Xinyang,"

Seeing the person in front of him, Wu Xinyang's eyes had already shone. What an idol, "Mrs. Murdoch, it's a great honor to meet you,"

Feng Yiping knew that his classmate would be very happy to see him.

"I'm glad to see you too, Mr. Wu. Let me tell you why Mr. Feng's garden is so spiritual. It turns out that a girl like you, Mr. Wu, is in charge."

Wu Xinyang was about to defend herself. I am not responsible here. Feng Yiping was present. She did not dare to play the trick of self-appointment.

Who would have thought that Feng Yiping would rush to say, "Yes, it does depend on Xinyang's work."

ah? Seeing this, Wu Xinyang had no choice but to acquiesce. At this moment, she also knew clearly that the boss who came today seemed to be enthusiastic about her, but in fact the relationship was average. Otherwise, he would not have hidden this restaurant from her. In fact, the boss was mainly Find something for the mother of her daughter to do.

“Mr. Feng’s vision is really great and he can always discover such outstanding talents,”

"President Wu was a classmate of mine in college, and his performance in school was very outstanding,"

"No, Mr. Feng has given me the compliment. Mrs. Murdoch, the restaurant is here,"

Even though she knew that Feng Yiping was following the trend, Wu Xinyang could not help but be happy. This was the first time she had received such praise from Feng Yiping.

"It turns out he is Mr. Feng's classmate. No wonder. Mr. Feng, are there any outstanding girls like Mr. Wu among your classmates? Why can't I meet any such talent?"

"Haha, you are joking. With News Corporation's background, it is definitely a long way ahead of us in terms of talent reserves. Please," Feng Yiping asked her to go up the path on the rockery first.

Mrs. Murdoch looked at the room on the top of the rockery and knew it must be the best private room in the restaurant in Mantingfangli. She felt a little nervous. Could it be that Mr. Feng would become indifferent to her as soon as she entered the door?

But what else can be done?

Sure enough, as soon as he entered the restaurant and sat down under the amazing caisson, the smile on Feng Yiping's face faded a bit, "Xinyang, don't leave either, stay with Mrs. Murdoch,"

None of Mrs. Murdoch's entourage entered the restaurant, and Feng Yiping only brought Wu Qian, who could not even fit one side of the round table.

He wasn't worried that it would look ugly, he just felt that he would have nothing to say for a while.

He actually doesn't have any prejudice against Mrs. Murdoch, but he can't really say he agrees with some of her actions.

After all, in the final analysis, this successful woman who is regarded as an inspirational role model by many girls, her success mainly comes from two marriages. The previous one was a father-daughter love, and the current one can be called a grandfather-grandson relationship. love.

With these two marriages together, no one would think that she got married because of love.

It is true that Mrs. Murdoch came to the United States alone and achieved what she is today by herself, which can indeed be said to be very inspiring, but Feng Yiping had reservations about such behavior.

This is not because he has achieved such an achievement today, so he seems qualified or can stand and speak without back pain.

Even when it turned out that he was just a pseudo-middle class person who was busy all day long, he also disagreed with the fact that Mrs. Murdoch was definitely an unattainable big shot for him.

Changing places, no matter what, he couldn't make a choice like this one.

Besides, as a man, it would be unmanly to still applaud women who practice that men are the ladder of progress.

As for the question that Mrs. Murdoch couldn't understand, why was he so enthusiastic about her in public?

This matter is simple to say. If she could jump out and see, she would naturally understand that Feng Yiping did this for others to see!

Since she arrived at the NEXTDOOR Park this afternoon, relevant news has been continuously transmitted to eBay and Yahoo, which are also in Silicon Valley.

Whitman and Semel, CEOs of the two companies, received the same news, "Mr. Feng personally greeted Mrs. Murdoch downstairs. She looked very enthusiastic. The two talked in Mandarin, and then walked into Feng's office building with laughter all the way..."

"After negotiating in the office for nearly three hours, they drove to Mantingfang together. At this time, the dinner had already started..."

Semel read the emails he received several times, especially some of the details in them, "...waiting downstairs...entering the building with a smile on his face...coming out with laughter...opening the car door in person..."

He looked at the person who Feng Yiping treated so well today again and again. No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see that with this person's external conditions, there would be any attraction to Feng Yiping.

Then, it can only be for business reasons.

He suddenly thought that he should inform Chief Yang immediately about this situation. This matter seemed a bit suspenseful.

"Dinner?" Whitman saw this and suddenly felt that she had no appetite at all.

She stood up a little irritably, folded her hands on her chest and looked out the window. Has she been a bit of a jinx recently?

Otherwise, why would she worry about something?

It seems that this time, if she doesn't come up with something practical, she may not get what she wants, but PayPal? Tsk! She shook her head.

This is really difficult!

Annoying! It seems that I can't concentrate on work, so I'd better go home first.

When sorting out the documents, she saw a document that made her upset. It was sent by the China headquarters.

She threw the document to the bottom with disgust, but just as she walked to the door with her bag, she suddenly seemed to think of something and stopped for a while. Then, she quickly returned to the table, took out the document again, and read it again. She picked up the phone and informed the secretary, "I want the latest balance sheet of the China region within an hour..."

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Mantingfang, Mrs. Murdoch wanted Feng Yiping, who seemed to have become a little cold, to feel her sincerity. She had not mentioned the purpose of her visit, which both parties knew, "Mr. Feng, I heard that the latest episode of your program broadcast in China was well received. You see, we also want to purchase the copyright of this program and broadcast it on the TV network under News Corporation. Can you help us introduce the relevant personnel?"

"Haha, I believe that with you, we can always get the most favorable offer no matter what,"

"Thank you for your kindness, madam, but it's really not necessary," Feng Yiping said immediately with a firm attitude.

He knew the purpose of her saying this, of course, she was trying to show her favor to him, but he was already well-known abroad and didn't need to bear favors for such publicity.

Another reason is that programs produced by CCTV may not be suitable for broadcasting abroad. For example, the many scenes of meeting with senior officials in the first episode may make the American people think that Feng Yiping has government capital behind him.

And in the second episode, the interpretation of his acquisition of a well-known American company will definitely not make the American people feel comfortable.

"Oh," this person is obviously also a quick-witted person, and he quickly figured out the obstacles. "It doesn't matter, we can edit it again,"

"Really, I think we should talk about the topic you care about," Feng Yiping said proactively.

This drama has been done enough.