Chapter 2877 The Same Fireworks
After seeing off the last two guests, Feng Yiping hurried upstairs. The hostess and her daughter were lying on the sofa, watching the replay of the Spring Festival Gala with sleepy eyes - this was more or less a ritual.
"Do you want a New Year's gift?" he asked in a somewhat seductive voice.
Instantly, the mother and daughter's eyes lit up, "Anything else?"
Sure enough, they, whether they were 6 or 30 years old, always had no resistance to unexpected gifts from their loved ones.
"Of course, come, follow me quickly," Feng Yiping picked up Amanda.
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Munich Airport, in this early spring night, although still as bright as day, was sparsely populated. Whether waiting for the flight, arriving, or meeting the plane, they all looked a little listless.
The bright lighting effect of the airport seemed to have a first-class hypnotic effect at this time, and even the particularly calm broadcast that sounded from time to time became like a lullaby.
Perhaps, in such a late night, such bright lights can give the locals and strangers who are passing by or staying here for a short time a sense of security to relax.
Mr. Luo looked at the few people in the airport at this time, and remembered the passionate days in the past. At that time, when he was younger, he also had many experiences of arriving here or leaving here in such a late night in order to achieve greater success in his career.
Several years later, in the same time period, coming to the same place, the past experiences, like the film and television dramas that he loved so much many years ago, are so vague that he can't even remember the general outline.
The only impressions are some unfamiliar feelings: the joy of signing a big order, doing a big project, and accumulating capital to sprint to the next higher position.
However, he has been in the second line for many years, and it is really difficult for him to experience the feelings of the first line. The achievements or problems, now in his hands, will become different numbers in different reports.
Numbers only represent the results coldly.
And now he only cares about the results.
When the chartered plane from South Korea taxied on the runway, Mr. Luo, who had left the warm and comfortable car, heard the huge noise and felt the cold wind in the extremely empty airport, and he actually found some of the passion of his youth.
He then believed that his return to the front line this time would also allow him to return to glory.
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The cabin door was opened by the elite security personnel, and the young master of Samsung Group stepped onto the gangway for the third time. He saw Mr. Luo with a smile on his face below, and he also smiled and waved his hand.
"Li," "Luo," they adopted the etiquette that Asians generally don't use. In this cold night of early spring, they hugged each other warmly, and they could feel each other's warmth and joy, just like comrades and brothers who had not seen each other for many years.
The entourages of both parties looked at them with joy, just like a harmonious big family, full of warmth.
It can be said with certainty that before today, whether it was the two people who were hugging at this time, or those who were watching with a smile on the side and wanted to applaud, one of them was the most guarded and possibly the most hated opponent of the other party.
The so-called world is so unpredictable.
Looking at the bouquet handed over by the pretty blonde employee, the two hugged each other and separated. President Li thanked him again, "Thank you Luo, I have been looking forward to meeting the best colleagues for a long time, and today I finally got my wish."
But before today, although Luo, who was full of silver hair but had first-class demeanor, had always been at the top of the list of the most disliked people in Samsung Semiconductor Department.
Generally speaking, the achievements of Asian semiconductors today are mainly due to the Asian predecessors who once worked in European and American semiconductor companies, especially Samsung.
As the only Asian in charge of major Western storage companies, Luo was naturally not well received by many people in Samsung Semiconductor.
But of course, there was no such atmosphere at the scene at this time.
Because he was the only son, and the young master of Samsung who was trained as the successor of a grand business since childhood, President Li's treatment of people was naturally impeccable and perfect.
This reminded Luo of Feng Yiping.
Sure enough, the background is still very important, he said in his heart.
"This is what we have always expected," he said.
In fact, for them before, many times, they did not think much of Samsung. Although Samsung is a well-deserved industry leader in terms of market share, Samsung's behavior is too stingy, and some of it is really not up to the standard.
At the same time, as a typical Western company that has fully adopted a modern management mechanism, they have a natural contempt for Samsung, a family-owned company that obviously wants to inherit the father's business. What era is it, and you are still pursuing such a system that should have been eliminated long ago?
In this way, although on the surface, you are a powerful modern multinational group, but inwardly, you are actually the same virtue as the compatriot country in the north that you look down on.
Mr. Luo looked at the heir of the wealthy family in front of him, thinking about his achievements at his age, and was very proud of his real talent and hard work.
Of course, there was no such atmosphere at the scene. Mr. Luo, that is a master whose acting skills are comparable to those of the gold medal actors in Hong Kong dramas.
"I am very welcome to you. I think we must have a lot in common," said Mr. Luo.
He believed that President Li should know what the common point he mentioned was.
President Li smiled again, "I believe this very much."
Feng Yiping, who was still in London at this time, was the one they really needed to be vigilant about. Compared with Feng Yiping, Qimonda? It was not a big deal.
The importance they showed to Qimonda, in the final analysis, was actually the importance they showed to Feng Yiping.
"But now, all the distinguished guests who came from afar, please rest early," said Mr. Luo, "According to the customs of your country, tomorrow is the first day of the new year, which is a good omen."
He was very anxious at first, but now he was very calm. He also knew that if he couldn't wait to talk to Samsung about the topic at this time, it would not help his expectations in any positive way.
From the analysis of the opponent's personality this time, he must be especially patient.
Mr. Luo, who is familiar with the Asian cultural tradition, knows that for the heirs of President Li, who have a strong father who seems to have a long standby time, forbearance and patience must be the qualities they are most lacking.
"We cherish this rare opportunity very much," said President Li.
This made Mr. Luo a little surprised and excited. Could it be that you want to start the negotiation overnight?
But President Li said slowly, "I originally hoped to get into the work right away, but we respect the wishes of our friends,"
Mr. Luo smiled to hide his feelings. We can actually be the host who respects the wishes of the guests!
However, the words have been said, how can we change them now?
He is a person who cares more about his image in front of people like Feng Yiping and President Li.
His good impression of the heir to the rich family at this time could not help but quickly reduce a few points, and he paid more attention to it accordingly.
Sure enough, there is no simple one.
"Everyone has come here for a long time, of course you have to rest well first,"
"There is plenty of time," all slipped to the tip of his tongue, but he took it back in time.
At such a time, such words would only show his concerns.
"I sincerely hope that we will have a new start in the new year," said President Li with a smile.
Considering the current situation, Qimengda and Feng Yiping obviously still haven't reached an agreement, which is good! Under this premise, the later the negotiation starts, the greater the initiative they have.
"Please," "Please," the two of them politely gave way to each other and got on the car.
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In London, it was still the top floor of the cucumber. Huang Jingping and Amanda looked at Feng Yiping in confusion. What was he doing here at this late hour?
Amanda was very active running around on this floor, but she didn't see any gift boxes.
"Hey," Feng Yiping held her in one hand and Huang Jingping in the other, and walked to the railing, "Come on, let's count down, 10, 9..."
Seeing him like this, Huang Jingping had some guesses, and Amanda still didn't understand, but soon she shouted with joy, because almost as soon as they counted to "0", brilliant fireworks bloomed above the Thames...