Chapter 2383 Little Secret

When it was time to get off work, Feng Yiping looked at his phone and felt a little strange. Did he guess wrong?

He picked up his coat and bag and said to Wu Qian in the office next to her, "Thank you for your hard work. See you tomorrow!"

Wu Qian stood up and said, "Goodbye Yiping,"

But, are you going home for dinner alone, without even inviting Mr. Jin?

As we all know, when there are no Huang Jingping, Ma Ling or children to follow, Feng Yiping usually arranges to have three meals with the heads of various companies.

But tonight, Wu Qian remembered clearly that her boss did not ask her to invite anyone.

However, she immediately put this doubt behind her ears. The boss was not a tough guy, and he had to take a break sometimes.

The point is, I finally don’t have to work overtime!

She immediately picked up the phone and called Fang Yingzhi who was still in the capital. She had already planned to go shopping today, then find a good restaurant to eat, and then find a KTV to drink and sing.

On the other side, Feng Yiping had already reached the top floor opposite. "Come back!" A person flashed out of the kitchen door.

That was Jin Ling, a Jin Ling that was completely different from the ordinary Jin Ling.

Her hair was tied up, she was wearing an apron and a pair of disposable gloves. "The dinner will be ready soon!" she said.

Seeing her fully armed and confident, Feng Yiping was really curious about the next feast, "Let me inspect the work,"

"Oh, you really think of yourself as the boss," Jin Ling stopped at the door of the kitchen, "What's there to see here?"

"Who knows, maybe there's someone hidden inside," Feng Yiping scratched Jin Ling's waist and easily broke through her defense.

There was no one else in the kitchen, but there were some things that didn't seem to belong in the kitchen. They were two pieces of A4 paper. From a distance, Feng Yiping knew that they must be recipes.

When I looked again, there was an extra set of seasoning jars, oh, and an oil can, the kind with a scale.

Those newly added seasoning jars must also have a measuring function, maybe the small spoon on them, and maybe there is a small balance or electronic scale hidden in the cabinet.

In the glass bowl, chicken wings were being marinated. Feng Yiping saw that small slits had been made on them with a knife. "Okay," he said with a smile, "it still looks decent."

"You remove the word like," Jin Ling said, "Get out quickly, it'll be fine in a moment."

"Wait a minute, let me take a picture for you." Feng Yiping took out his cell phone, and it vibrated at this moment. When he saw the call reminder, he had better answer it first!

"Hello Mr. Liu," he pointed to the phone and then toward the study room.

Jin Ling waved his hands impatiently and walked quickly. He was most impatient to be interfered with by such unprofessional people in the process of creation.

"Mr. Feng, thank you!" said Mr. Liu's first sentence, "You have helped us a lot this time."

"Mr. Liu, you are so polite. The promotion of Android also requires the support of an excellent company like yours. At best, we are helping each other, not helping, let alone helping a lot," Feng Yiping said.

"Haha Yiping, you are still so polite. Of course you have helped us a lot again. Think about your two monographs, think about your "Frontier" magazine, think about what you have provided us in terms of mergers and acquisitions. A perfect demonstration..."

Mr. Liu listed a long list, and finally emphasized, "Of course you have helped us a lot again,"

"The significance of your help this time is equally important. Frankly speaking, we are very anxious when looking at the iPhone. However, at present, neither Microsoft nor Nokia's smart systems are enough to support us in producing mobile phones that can compete with the iPhone. Good to have you!”

"I believe that with your Android, the domestic mobile phone industry can successfully catch up with the world's first-class level this time,"

"Those of us in the mobile phone department finally no longer have to just watch and worry,"

"Mr. Liu, you've given me the award,"

"Where," Mr. Liu said, "we are already old, and we really can't keep up with the current pace of development. Fortunately, among the younger generation, there are young people like you who are much better than us old people."

"Mr. Liu, I really can't afford your reputation," Feng Yiping said humbly.

"Haha," Mr. Liu did not continue to praise, "Why don't you leave for the next two days? There are many of us who want to hear your views on the next economic trend and the impact it may have on everyone."

"If you are still in the capital, see if you can take some time out. I will take everyone to your place to attend classes and learn from the experience."

"Don't dare," Feng Yiping said, "I also hope to have the opportunity to communicate with you, but these two days, there are really a lot of chores, so I will call you as soon as possible after I decide."

"Then I'll be waiting for you," Mr. Liu said, "Haha, although these two sentences are not worth much, I still have to say one more, Yiping, thank you!"

Feng Yiping put down his cell phone. His guess was indeed correct. After Mr. Yang reported the situation back, Mr. Liu indeed called him to thank him.

Will the other one not fight?

Just when I thought of this, my phone vibrated again, right? Are they together or on an appointment?

"Hello, Mr. Ren," Feng Yiping picked up the phone.

The founder of Huawei behaves in a low-key manner, but he always becomes high-profile if he is not careful. For example, the article "Huawei's Winter" that was circulated in 2000 made many people remember him at once.

Feng Yiping and him have only met once and exchanged business cards. This is their first phone call.

"Mr. Feng, thank you for letting us join the Open Handset Alliance, and thank you for providing us with smartphone operating systems in the future," he said straight to the point.

"I have always been very optimistic about Huawei's model. Huawei is one of the few companies in China that focuses on technology and is willing to invest in research and development. I always think that this is what our company should do. I also believe that Huawei, led by you, Mr. Ren, will definitely grow into a world-class high-tech company in the future."

"The promotion and prosperity of Android cannot be separated from such a powerful help."

Mr. Ren was a little surprised. Feng Yiping's words were not clichés, and it sounded like he knew Huawei very well and had a very high opinion of it.

But this naturally made him a little happy. "Mr. Feng, you have a deeper understanding of the international market than anyone else."

"So I think you know very well that in terms of technology accumulation, there is still a considerable gap between us and our European and American counterparts. In order to stand firm in future competition and for our company to survive in the future, we can only focus on research and development and increase investment."

"Foreign Exchange's approach in this regard can be said to be our best example. The increasing number of patents of Forecast has a very great incentive effect on our R&D team."

"Hehe," Feng Yiping laughed, because of the abundant funds, and because he knew the importance of technology and patents, especially after the formal establishment of the π department and the unified management of the original research institutes under various companies, the number of patents currently applied for and approved by Forecast has always been at the forefront among domestic enterprises, not only private enterprises.

"I also received a report. The people below said that Huawei is catching up so closely that they may be surpassed by them tomorrow."

"I hope that such competition can continue,"

Mr. Ren also laughed over there. Just these few words made the two people who were originally a little unfamiliar feel familiar.

At present, in China, the only company that is willing to invest more in technology research and development than Huawei is Forex, and Ren himself admires this.

Just for this reason, he regarded Feng Yiping as a fellow traveler.

He did not continue those polite words, "I hope to have the opportunity to communicate with you more. If possible, I would like Mr. Feng to give a lecture to our cadres," - he often referred to their senior executives as cadres.

"If possible, I hope to bring some people to the Capital Forex Business Center, or other places convenient for you, for face-to-face communication. Of course, it would be best if you can stop by our park when you come to Shenzhen next time."

"There will definitely be a chance," Feng Yiping said, "I believe that with your company's emphasis on technology, Huawei will definitely become the most successful smartphone company in the world in the future,"

"I also welcome Mr. Ren to visit Forex when he is free,"

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Such a start can be said to be very good, but I just hope that in the future, it can still be as harmonious as it is now.

Jin Ling gently pushed the door open and looked at Feng Yiping who was sitting there turning his phone around. "Did they really call?"

"Of course,"

This is actually a courtesy.

"Did you talk about something again? Why do you look so worried?"

"No, is dinner ready?" He stood up. "I can't wait."

"Yes," Jin Ling stood at the door. She wanted to hold Feng Yiping's hand, but she was still a little uncomfortable, so she walked side by side with him as usual.

Feng Yiping saw the candlelight over there at a glance, "So romantic?"

Jin Ling's face was slightly red, "My candles will be broken if they are not used again,"

"Let's see what good dishes are there?" Feng Yiping rubbed his hands and looked at the dishes on the table that at least looked good and were more particular about the presentation. But at this moment, his cell phone was "buzzing" and vibrated again. He saw it and couldn't help but answer it, "County Magistrate Sheng,"

Hearing that it was Sheng Zheng, Jin Ling, who was holding the decanter, also tilted her ears to listen. She knew how important Wuli'ao, which Sheng Zheng was in charge of, was in Feng Yiping's heart.

"What, you want to be transferred?" Feng Yiping, who was about to sit down, stopped.

Sheng Zheng was someone he admired very much.

In the past few years since he came to Wuli'ao, many aspects of work have been strengthened, or it can be said that the efficiency and style of government agencies in Wuli'ao are absolutely first-class.

Some of Sheng Zheng's practices, such as the decision that the town government and its departments were not allowed to use air conditioners, including electric heaters, in all schools below before the heating problem was solved, made Feng Yiping look at him with a new eye.

Hearing that such a person was going to be transferred, he was really reluctant.

The development of Wuli'ao can at least be described as a thousand miles a year. Under such circumstances, the responsible chief officer is still very important.

"Okay, let's meet and talk then,"

"Sheng Zheng is going to be transferred?" Jin Ling asked.

"Yes,"

"Do you want me to ask someone about it,"

"Don't worry about it for now," Feng Yiping said.

He thought that he might receive a call from the province soon.

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At this time, the Qinhuai River was brightly lit, and in the old-fashioned Qifang Pavilion at the intersection of the ancient Confucius Temple Gongyuan Street, several girls were also looking at the snacks on the table.

"Is this beef?" Annie said, pointing to the dark-looking plate of beef in sauce.

"Yes, very delicious beef," Huang Qinping said.

It was also because of American eating habits that she first recommended this dish to Anne.

Looking at Huang Qinping's affirmative gaze, Annie took a piece of it doubtfully, chewed it, and her eyes lit up. "It's delicious!" She gave a thumbs up.

The classmates who came with Huang Qinping were a little surprised. Isn’t this American girl’s first time here? How come she can use these chopsticks so authentically?

"We met at a Chinese restaurant in Silicon Valley," Huang Qinping explained.

"You are talking about the garden-style restaurant opened by Mr. Feng in the United States," a classmate asked immediately.

"Well, yes," Huang Qinping said vaguely.

Anne at least understood "Feng" in Chinese. "Are you talking about Feng Yiping?" She said Feng Yiping's name in blunt Mandarin.

"Yes, yes, so Anne, you also know about him?"

"Of course," Anne smiled, not only did I know, I also... But, that was the secret.

"This is another representative snack here," Huang Qinping said, pointing to the plate of assorted vegetable buns.

She was still very dedicated when entertaining friends. She was worried that Anne might not be used to eating the famous sesame oil dried shreds and duck fat biscuits here.

"Then I must try it," Annie picked up the chopsticks again, but why did the smile on her yellow face look so familiar?

Oh, is it the same as my smile right now?