Chapter 2398 Self-Questioning

In the evening, a group of people walked in the streets of Munich, just because Boss Feng suddenly got interested and wanted to walk from his residence to the famous Royal Beer Hall in Munich.

Because the communication with BMW went smoothly today, everyone in the team was very happy. Maybe it was also because it was rare to walk with the boss like this. Although the wind on the street was still very strong, everyone's interest was still very high.

"I like this place," Feng Yiping, who was walking in front, stopped and looked at everyone and said loudly.

The accompanying personnel, especially the local employees, or locals like Hannah, were particularly happy.

But Wu Qian understood Feng Yiping more. She knew that the boss would not like such a city where it would be very cold in winter, and there were relatively few beauties here that would make men linger and look back.

In addition, because Germans are pragmatic and advocate practical style, their dress, in general, is really not exquisite...

The reason for adding this reason is not that she thinks Feng Yiping is so-and-so, but she can understand that men will definitely like places with many beauties.

She followed the boss's eyes from the collar of his windbreaker and saw the shop across the street. She thought that this might be the reason why the boss said he liked this place.

It was a sausage shop. Looking through the glass window, under the soft light, whether it was the sausages lying flat on the plate, or the sausages that looked like a bunch of bananas in the back, or the sausages in the middle that looked like the grain stacks on the threshing ground in rural China during the harvest season - of course, they were miniature versions of the grain stacks, all exuded an alluring aroma.

It made you swallow like a child standing in front of a cake window, and a little claw seemed to stretch out of your throat.

Wu Qian licked her lips. God, why am I so greedy? Those sausages are full of meat!

Wu Qian guessed right. The main reason why Feng Yiping said he liked Munich was because people here like to eat sausages and pig's trotters so much, and they are so wanton, not caring about the most popular trend nowadays: eat less meat and more vegetables.

In China, it is estimated that only the famous Ice City is a bit similar to this place, but it is estimated that there will be no such atmosphere there.

He believed that even Xiao Zhijie and Wang Changning would like this place, as would many other men in China. After all, since many years ago, men have been popular with "drinking big bowls of wine and eating big chunks of meat", and Munich happens to have both.

But fortunately, in China, we have hot pot capitals like Sichuan and Chongqing, where there are not only hot pot restaurants everywhere, but also famous beauties.

However, in terms of temptation for foodies, sausages that can be seen everywhere are more tempting and shocking.

Just walking and chatting along the way, soon, the Royal Beer Hall next to Marienplatz appeared in front of everyone.

This is a building that looks inconspicuous from the outside, and even looks a bit old, but once the door is opened, laughter, clinking glasses, and the music of the brass band... the kind of noise that only large gatherings have, accompanied by the aroma of wine and food, rushes to your face.

Makes you excited all of a sudden.

This beer hall, with its eye-catching HB logo everywhere, has a rather simple interior. Under the tall roof covered with paintings, there are large lamps with light boxes hanging down. In the wide and deep hall, there are rows of long wooden tables and chairs.

These tables and chairs seem to be full at this time.

Waiters wearing black vests, holding food and beer on them, shuttle back and forth between the tables. Some girls wearing traditional costumes and carrying a shallow bamboo basket in front of them are selling bread from table to table...

To be honest, this is the first time Feng Yiping has seen a restaurant that can accommodate so many customers at the same time. There must be at least thousands of people on this floor alone, and this beer hall has three floors. It seems that the data of accommodating 3,500 people at the same time is not really bragging.

Feng Yiping liked the atmosphere as soon as he saw it, especially since many people here didn't know him. "Is this it?" he asked.

Gordon next to him said hurriedly, "The second floor is quieter,"

"This is it," Feng Yiping said excitedly.

"Okay, okay," Gordon hurried over to find someone. Although the beer hall can accommodate thousands of people at the same time, the business is still booming. If you want to dine here, you have to make a reservation in advance.

Three or four minutes later, Gordon and a middle-aged man in a suit hurried over. Feng Yiping followed them, walked through the tables, and came to the two tables near the brass band. Feng Yiping glanced at the girl on the stage holding a French horn taller than her. It is said that Hitler gave a speech on this stage that year. He couldn't wait to say, "A pot of Nuremberg sausages, a pork elbow, a pig's trotter, a roast duck..."

He came to the table one by one, and he didn't even need to look at the menu to order so many dishes.

Wu Qian hesitated for a long time with the menu, "Mashed potatoes with fried pork chops, large salt bread, and white sausage,"

Grow meat if you want to!

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"Everyone, cheers!" Feng Yiping said, holding a large cup of one liter of beer, accompanied by the infectious sound of the harp.

"Cheers," "Cheers," both men and women raised their glasses.

After taking a big sip of beer, the fatigue from traveling across most of Europe and forming alliances with people everywhere disappeared in an instant.

Eating the elbow with big mouthfuls, I looked at the beer glasses that were locked in the cabinets on the wall next to them and belonged to the VIP customers of the beer hall. I looked at the murals on the roof with colorful patterns like pig heads, roast ducks, vegetables, etc., especially at the surrounding tables. Those people above did not pay attention to themselves. In this beer hall that was originally built by the German royal family during the Ming Dynasty, Goethe came, Mozart came, Princess Sissi came... Lenin in exile He had been here before, and in a beer hall that was as noisy as the Oktoberfest, he found it rare to feel at ease.

Frankly speaking, the recent alliance work seems easy, but it is not simple. It is really a very hard work.

However, whether it is Feng Yiping's company, Microsoft, Google, Apple, or our mobile company... for any company, the strategic performance goals they want to achieve depend on their own resources and capabilities. , there will always be a strategic gap between the goals that can be achieved.

The existence of this strategic gap naturally limits the intention of enterprises to develop independently by relying on their own resources and capabilities. Under such circumstances, such an alliance, that is, strategic cooperation, is an inevitable choice.

He can hand over some tasks to Jin Ling, to Cummins, to Sandberg to Zuckerberg... But such things must be done by himself.

Judging from the current situation, he has done quite well.

The results he has achieved these days have not only laid a good foundation for Android to dominate the smartphone market in the future, but also secured many conditions and cleared many obstacles for the development of other companies under his umbrella, such as Tesla.

Although some benefits have been transferred, and although the reliability of these allies has yet to be verified, in any case, in the shopping mall, it is better to have more allies than more opponents.

"Yiping, Yiping," Wu Qian's voice woke him up, "Zhang Yan's phone number,"

Feng Yiping took a look and saw Zhang Yan's name flashing on his phone. "Are you here?" he asked loudly.

"We're already home." Compared to the bustle on his side, Zhang Yan's side was particularly quiet. "Where are you? Why is it so noisy?"

"We're in a beer hall,"

"Oh, okay, you should relax. Besides, I'm very happy these days,"

"What did you say?" Feng Yiping stood up.

However, Zhang Yan had already hung up the phone.

However, although her voice behind her was very soft, Feng Yiping could probably guess what she was talking about.

Zhang Yan, who was originally feeling a little depressed because he insisted on returning to China, suddenly cheered up and picked up the big beer glass again, "Cheers!"

The way Wu Qian looked at him, she rarely saw the immature side of her boss who had always been young and mature. Wasn't it just that she received a call from Zhang Yan and maybe heard one or two sweet words, so she was so excited? As for me? explain.

"Cheers," she touched Guo Fang next to her and took a big sip.

Feng Yiping's cell phone rang again, "Marika?"

"Feng, are you in Silicon Valley? I'm going to visit you,"

"Are you in Bombay?"

"No, I'm in England,"

Britain, that is Feng Yiping's destination tomorrow.

Zhang Yan's question immediately surfaced again, "How greedy can you be?"