Chapter 2858 Getting Angry

Seeing Feng Yiping's harsh reaction, Mr. Luo became anxious all of a sudden. Mrs. Wang was selling melons, boasting about herself, and selling them for a price, which was not a waste of money. What's more, this Qimengda was not his.

Peter Bauer stood up almost at the same time as Feng Yiping, stretched out his hand to stop Feng Yiping, but looked at Mr. Luo with undisguised anger in his eyes.

That anger, which may have been accumulated during the previous quarrel, now exploded. Mr. Luo felt that it could definitely melt the steel used to make two claw knives (a kind of curved-edged portable knife popular in Malaysia and Indonesia).

He also stood up, "Mr. Feng, I don't mean anything else. I just said that we may have to wait until Quan Wuxuan of Samsung arrives and listen to their conditions before we can have further discussions."

Feng Yiping waved his hand and sat back, "I understand, I completely understand,"

He looked at Mr. Luo who had not yet sat down and said, "Mr. Luo, you should know about the Spring Festival, right?"

Hearing Feng Yiping's words, Mr. Luo wanted to say, I don't know, but how dare he tell lies like that?

You, a Malaysian, dare to say that you don’t know about the Chinese New Year?

"I know, I'm sorry to ask you, Mr. Feng..."

Who knew that Feng Yiping was not expecting his answer. He looked at Infineon CEO Peter Bauer and said, "Mr. Bauer, you may have heard of the Chinese Spring Festival, but you probably don't know much about the importance of this festival." ,"

"It's your most important holiday," said Peter Bauer.

"It's very important. If you want to compare with your holidays, you have to at least add your Thanksgiving and Christmas together to be able to compare with it," Feng Yiping said.

"At this time of year, Chinese people, who are more numerous than the entire population of Europe, will try their best to rush home to reunite with their families and celebrate the holidays,"

"But I just got home, and because of the incident with Qimonda, I left my family behind and flew over overnight."

"Because I heard that Cummins, who is in contact with you, and your bankruptcy client Goldman Sachs said that if investors or successors cannot be found, Qimonda will go bankrupt immediately,"

"Okay, I didn't even spend the Spring Festival with my family and rushed here in a hurry. But now that I'm here, you are not in a hurry. You said that you can only further discuss related matters after the people from Samsung arrive."

"I just want to ask," he pointed at Peter Bauer and Mr. Luo with a cold face, and then at himself, "do you know who I am?"

Mr. Luo, who had not yet sat down, saw Feng Yiping's sudden change of expression and thought it was best not to sit down.

"Do you know how valuable my time is?"

"Mr. Feng, I'm sorry..." This is Peter Bauer.

With a "pop" sound, Feng Yiping slapped his hands on the coffee table and looked straight at Mr. Luo, "You want me to wait for the president of Samsung Semiconductor? You should call Chairman Li of Samsung now and see if he dares to Dare you ask me to wait for him for more than ten hours? "

These words echoed in the cafe, sounding as wild as the wind on the top of the Alps.

Mr. Luo's legs trembled again. It was indeed quite rude to say this. Feng Yiping's company is also world-renowned and should be even more popular than Samsung.

As one of the top ten richest people in the world, Feng Yiping's personal wealth is several times that of Chairman Lee of Samsung. It is really unreasonable for him to wait for the head of a company under Samsung Electronics under the Samsung Group.

But it’s normal for me to do this.

Of course, Qimonda can only be sold at a good price when at least two families are trying to rob it.

Besides, I never heard that Feng Yiping had such a bad temper!

"I'm sorry, Mr. Feng, I..."

Feng Yiping stood up and walked to him with his hands folded, "Oh, you don't have Chairman Li's phone number, right?"

Mr. Luo blushed. Of course that wasn't what he wanted to say, but he really didn't have President Li's phone number.

Feng Yiping walked around him, then returned to his seat and sat down, "You don't even have Samsung Chairman Li's phone number, and I am in front of you, but you still want me to wait for more than ten hours. ?”

He gave a thumbs up, "Mr. Luo, you are great! You have fully let me appreciate the style of a top professional manager,"

Mr. Luo's face looked very similar to the roast duck he had served that night. Against the background of his white hair, it looked quite strange.

Peter Bauer spoke before him, "I'm sorry Mr. Feng, our arrangements are indeed very inconsiderate, but I think you can understand our feelings. After all, Qimonda is a very important asset for us, and we all hope that this Some assets can have a bid commensurate with their value."

At this time, he actually hated Mr. Luo to death.

It's already here, and there are still people buying it, so just be more cheerful and stop doing all the gimmicks.

This was an opinion he had argued with Mr. Luo several times today. Those colleagues who were engaged in storage were absolutely unreliable. They would just applaud and watch from the side. It would be good if they didn't kick a few times. How could they possibly pull a hand?

Weren't their original answers to Qimonda very clear?

But on such an occasion, it would be hard for him to openly break up with Mr. Luo - that would make people laugh even more.

Hearing what he said, Mr. Luo finally straightened up a little. He looked at Feng Yiping, "Mr. Feng, I shoulder the fiduciary responsibility of the board of directors. I must also be responsible for all Qimonda employees. I admit that I arranged this "It's a bit rude, but I am also loyal to my duty. I believe you will understand,"

Feng Yiping looked at him and shook his head, "I can't understand it at all!"

"I have never run any of my companies to the point where they cannot survive and need to be sold out of bankruptcy,"

Mr. Luo, who had just regained his composure, suddenly turned red again. Should I be so tit-for-tat? Should I always rub salt into my wounds?

"I have always been acquiring other companies. Other companies will never have the opportunity to acquire my company," Feng Yiping added slowly.

Cummins watched his boss laugh and then get angry, which made everyone at Infineon and Qimonda restless. There was an emotion fermenting rapidly in his heart, "It's great!"

Gary Cohn watched this scene intently, wonderful! He must convey this scene to Laald verbatim. He thought that Laald would be very happy to hear this.

If only this scene could be captured... As soon as he took out his mobile phone, Feng Yiping glanced at it intentionally or unintentionally, and he quickly put it away.

He was somewhat afraid to look at Feng Yiping like this.

Only Wu Qian had quietly turned on her phone.

Feng Yiping suddenly calmed down again, "Let's analyze some things together,"

He lazily leaned on the sofa, "Before today, no company was interested in Qimonda, including Samsung, which clearly rejected the proposal to invest in or acquire Qimonda."

"The reason for this is clear to everyone present. It is in their interests for Qimonda to go bankrupt. Similarly, it is the most economical behavior to bid for Qimonda's assets after Qimonda declares bankruptcy."

"But a few hours after I arrived in Munich, the situation suddenly changed. It turned out that those companies were interested in Qimonda again. Originally, everyone expected it to go bankrupt soon. Now, it has become what some people want. Own high-quality assets that no one else can touch."

"What's the reason for this change?"

"It's because," he pointed to himself again, "I came to Munich,"

"I was asked to come to Munich in a hurry just to get more people to bid for Qimonda?"

Neither Peter Bauer nor Mr. Luo can refute his words. Based on the current analysis of the facts, this is the case.

It seems that Feng Yiping is the tool they use to raise prices.

Cummins' eyes swept over the faces of the people opposite him over and over again. Want to take advantage of our boss?

Mr. Luo bent down and spoke no longer so calmly, "Mr. Feng, you misunderstood. We didn't mean this at all..."

Feng Yiping didn't listen to his explanation at all, "Then it's still the same question from the beginning, do you know who I am?"

"Who do you think I am?"

"Huh?" He snorted and glanced at the people in the two families with a cold face.

For those people, the warm cafe suddenly felt as cold as the Alps.

Mr. Luo seemed to be frozen at this time, not daring to move.

Even Gary Cohn was obediently staring at his toes at this time, and his outbursts were deliberately muted.

Feng Yiping stood up and told Wu Qian, "Notify the crew and we will go to the UK immediately."