Chapter 2135 The Crying Child Gets the Milk

On the evening of the 13th, after finally sending off all the guests and friends and saying goodbye to the hard work of nearly a week before, Lao Ma pulled Feng Yiping and a large group of people including Director Su, saying that they were going to have a meal and celebrate.

Feng Yiping felt the car stop, opened his eyes, and couldn't help asking, "Lao Ma, did you take me to your house?"

It really doesn't look like a restaurant here.

There are towering ancient trees and dense forests here, and the sight is full of moist oily green, so a few begonias look particularly beautiful.

Although the house is Western-style, the white walls and green tiles, the surrounding green trees, are reflected on the floor-to-ceiling glass, and even the glass looks green, so it looks very consistent with the Chinese landscape environment.

Although it looks like a manor-style building, it is not noble at all, and there is a kind of tranquility hidden in the city.

On the left side of the house, there is a crooked tree with sparse branches and leaves. Below it is a small bridge with a faint ancient style even on the handrails. On the other side of the bridge, there seems to be an outdoor teahouse. Under the retracted brown awning, several rattan chairs are placed on the platform paved with original color antiseptic wood. It looks very comfortable at first glance.

Behind the platform is a glass house. In the next few months, it would be a very happy thing to bask in the sun there.

"How can I afford it?" said Lao Ma with a smile. He took Feng Yiping and, led by a beautiful woman in a suit, did not enter through the gate. Listening to the crisp bird calls, they stepped onto the small bridge under the crooked tree and came to the teahouse.

"Please give me a pillow, thank you,"

"Oh, my old waist," he pounded his waist a few times, "This year's arrangement is a bit too arrogant. Next year, there will be at least a week between the two meetings,"

"But it's worth it. Look," he pointed to the employees on the long table next to him who were holding newspapers and reading the reports on them. "In recent days, we have been the focus of all media and TV reports,"

"You know, even foreign countries have commented that this meeting we held is China's Sun Valley Summit,"

The so-called Sun Valley Summit is a gathering originally held in July at Hemingway's former residence in Sun Valley, Iowa, USA, originally with the interest of summer. A large group of people get together. In addition to various leisure sports such as horseback riding, tennis, golf, cycling, swimming, fishing and rafting, some forums will be held.

The five-day summer gathering has now become a platform for global tycoons and technology executives to communicate and cooperate with each other, and a major event in the media, technology and investment circles.

The conference is of high standard. Until now, no one in China should have been invited-except Feng Yiping.

In July this year, after receiving the invitation, he asked Cummins to bring several people from the company to attend the meeting with Page and others.

"There are many things worth learning from that conference," said Lao Ma. "I think we should also review the qualifications starting from next year. We can't let anyone in like this year."

"But the venue is a problem. We also have to find a venue where we can have many leisure activities."

"It has to be by the West Lake. This seems to be a problem..."

Lao Ma sat there, chattering non-stop, obviously still immersed in the success of this West Lake Sword Conference.

Now he is still at the stage of hoping to gain fame by hosting or participating in various events.

Feng Yiping remembered that he and Page and others seemed to have talked about buying a small island and establishing a conference similar to the Sun Valley Summit on that island. Unexpectedly, Lao Ma also had this idea.

"What's so difficult about this? Just buy a large piece of land not too far from the West Lake and build a manor. You can live there by yourself. If you want to ride horses, play golf, or go boating, you can set aside time every year to hold a meeting. How nice."

"I do want to," Old Ma smiled, "The key is that I need to have so much money. According to the specifications you mentioned, even if I sell myself, it won't be enough. Do you think everyone has a net worth of tens of billions of dollars like you?"

"Will you still be short of money in the future?" Feng Yiping took a sip of tea and thought to himself, I'm afraid you will worry about making too much money in the future.

Looking at the quiet manor in front of him, he said, "I found that I like it more and more."

"Hehe," Lao Ma smiled, "Since you like it so much, why don't you build a manor here as you said? When you are in the mood, come and stay for a few days. Usually, I will help you to watch it. Don't worry, I will help you to watch it for free and will not charge you a salary."

"Look, this is our General Manager Ma," Feng Yiping said to a young man who came to take a photo with him, "Following such a General Manager Ma, how could we not make money?"

"General Manager Ma said that we should learn more from you, General Manager Feng, and learn your spirit of squeezing out all the potential of any opportunity," the young man said.

"Lao Ma, so you have been slandering me like this behind my back?" Feng, the richest man, was a little unhappy.

"How can this be slander? This is the most sincere compliment, okay?" Lao Ma waved his hand to let the smiling young man disappear. What big truth is he talking about?

"Hey, what do you think of the proposal I mentioned? Don't you like this? Build a big manor, and I can benefit from it. Look, the park is under construction, and the construction team is ready,"

"Besides, with your reputation as Mr. Feng, you will definitely be able to get a good piece of land,"

"Don't think I can't tell, you are changing the subject," Feng Yiping looked at him, then lowered his voice, "Boss, how can we be so high-profile in China?"

Lao Ma thought about it and sighed, "Yes."

Even if such a manor can be built, it cannot be chosen in a place close to the West Lake and easily seen by others. It can only be chosen in a slightly secluded area, and it is impossible to hold any meetings there. It can only be kept quietly. Yes, no one knows what is going on inside.

Today, when housing prices are getting higher and higher, building such a large manor is really a hateful thing.

What's more, after Mr. Gu of Greencool, who was so famous a few months ago, was officially detained, judging from the reactions from all walks of life, many people who didn't know what was going on clapped their hands and applauded without even thinking about it.

The current environment...

"What do you think about what Mr. Liu and the others said..., oh, tell me,"

Feng Yiping also happened to speak, "But it's not like you can't do what you want."

"You see, I have been thinking about building a higher-end, or luxury brand hotel on top of the Jiasheng Holiday Hotel, built in a scenic resort like West Lake,"

"The scale definitely doesn't need to be big, but the various supporting facilities must be very high-end and luxurious,"

"Oh, you're talking about a hotel like the Banyan Tree?" Lao Ma immediately understood, "That's really the best, so what are you waiting for? Taking advantage of the great excitement we have brought, you can If you want to invest more here, you can definitely get the best land at the lowest price."

"I asked, who are you? You are Feng Yiping. Is there anything in this world that can trouble you?"

"It's true, I can't have children,"

"Pfft," several girls passing by them couldn't help laughing.

Lao Ma said, "Look, this is the Mr. Feng you like,"

Feng Yiping spread his hands.

Those girls said, "Mr. Ma, we actually like you too,"

"Hey, right," Lao Ma smiled, "Huh? Why do you sound so awkward to me?"

"Old Ma," Feng Yiping filled up the tea for him, "If you want to talk about this, you can help me pay attention. You see, you grew up by the West Lake and are so familiar with this place, right?"

"No problem, this kind of investment is easy to do. If I tell Director Su about this now, he will definitely have a few more drinks tonight,"

"What I just said is true. You really squeeze all the potential out of all opportunities."

"There is no other way. Every opportunity must be cherished," Feng Yiping said. "As for the entrepreneur club that Mr. Liu mentioned, Lao Ma, do you really think we should join it?"

"Join," Lao Ma said. "Think about it, this association organized by Mr. Liu and his friends will not be very convincing without your participation."

"Mr. Liu and the others have also thought very clearly this time. It seems they really want to do something through this association. Look at the lineup, right? They are all people with ideas and time,"

Sometimes, Feng Yiping felt that what he said was particularly good.

Many of the founders of the association are currently retired, but these people obviously have no time to spare. Such a high-end platform is indeed more suitable for them to use their remaining energy.

"It's this association. If it turns out to be no different from the others, it doesn't matter. You can still do what you want, right?"

"Okay then, let's join together,"

"Come in, the dishes are all served," Lao Ma glanced into the glass room, "Everyone is waiting,"

"This is really a good place to murder people," Feng Yiping said.

At this moment, the sky was gradually darkening, and the dimly lit glass house looked particularly rich and majestic.

…………

"Hey, hello," Feng Yiping smiled and greeted the assistants who stood up outside Jin Ling's office, and pointed inside. Jin Ling was currently facing away, looking out the window and making a phone call. It’s nothing important, right?”

"No," a young man quickly rushed in front of Feng Yiping, knocked on the door for him, and opened the door. In this building, what could be more important than you?

"Thank you," Feng Yiping nodded towards him.

Jin Ling turned his head and took a look, "Well, okay, Mr. Ma, I will ask the decoration company to do its best to support the construction of the e-commerce park,"

Feng Yiping put down the phone and asked with a smile, "What's going on? Why do you look so unhappy?"

Jin Ling looked up at him and said nothing.

"Okay, I admit, the past two days...,"

Jin Ling pressed the remote control on the table and immediately lowered the sunshades. Holding the coffee, she stood up and walked to the window, "What's the use of admitting it?"

Listening to her calm tone, Feng Yiping knew that he had really made her angry this time.

Underneath the calm, it was obvious that a volcano was about to erupt.

"What I say is not because of ourselves. I really hope that some conditions can be improved as soon as possible to provide greater convenience for all Internet companies,"

"I know Mr. Feng, you are thinking about everyone," Jin Ling finally broke out. She slammed the coffee cup on the table, "Why don't you think about us?"

"Why don't you think about how much effort we have put in to bring Facebook and YouTube into the country?"

"At such a time, in such an occasion, you complained like that. Think about how much extra difficulty this will bring us?"

"Do you know that many leaders have read what you said?"

"You have come up with the idea of ​​opening a luxury hotel again. These are fine, but can you do less blind and chaotic things in the future?"

She looked at Feng Yiping, who had been quietly letting herself lose her temper, and her anger suddenly disappeared by more than half. "You know how much trouble we will have if some people trip us up?"

If Fang Yingzhi was here at this time, she would be very surprised. When I expressed such concerns that day, didn't you, Mr. Jin, act like you didn't care even if he was complaining about everything?

Then, she came immediately, "Mr. Jin, Yiping," she ran to the door a little breathlessly, "Good news, good news,"

"Drink some water first," Jin Ling picked up a bottle of mineral water on the table.

"The letter I just received, YouTube, is allowed to enter the country," Fang Yingzhi's eyes lit up.

"Bang," Jin Ling dropped the bottle of water on the ground.