Rebirth of the 92 Business Tycoon

? "Hi, everyone," Feng Yiping smiled and gestured to the men and women who were watching him. www*

If in the past, these guys sitting here would be his envious objects, with first-class company, first-class salary, and first-class working environment.

After Google goes public, the now-looking options they get will become a huge asset in the future.

But now, these old Google employees, who are generally older than him, are looking up to themselves.

Wealth, for many times, does not mean anything-unless that number is large enough.

Feng Yiping's book, cloud computing proposed by Feng Yiping, is really nothing in the face of his personal investment of 150 million US dollars.

In a society like the United States, a student who is still a junior has at least a fortune of hundreds of millions of dollars, and that person will undoubtedly be admired by many people.

From the floor-to-ceiling windows, I saw that Meyer seemed to be discussing work with a few people. Feng Yiping knocked on the door. After a while, there was no movement. He was about to open the door by himself. A gang of Asan brothers in hooded sweaters He opened the door, only nodded to him, and hurriedly returned to his original seat and sat down.

The process in the office was not interrupted. A guy who didn’t know if he had a beard or hadn’t shaved for many days, and his face was messed up. He spoke to Meyer very quickly to the computer. There are too many professional vocabulary, Feng Yiping, who has never learned programming, can't understand it.

So busy, let’s come again later. He smiled and shook his head. Meyer over there was still not looking up, listening attentively to the report of his subordinates, but he seemed to see Feng Yiping’s expression facing him. Pointing at the sofa by the wall, is this telling me to sit?

After watching it for a while, Feng Yiping came to understand that this is not a discussion work, but a reporting work. When the bearded man finished speaking, Mayer picked up a piece of paper, drew something, and spoke quickly to the first, second, and third words on the paper. Feng Yiping understood the last sentence, "No, try again,"

Waiting for those guys who obviously worked overtime for many days. If the mourning concubine walked out, Meyer gathered up the mess on the table and asked Feng Yiping with a smile, "Is something? Wait," she lay on the door frame and shouted outside, "I'll turn the phone back in ten minutes."

Closing the door, she raised her arms and stretched beautifully. The tight-fitting beige sweater was lifted up with this movement, revealing a dazzling white waist, and the belly button was visible.

Feng Yiping was a little embarrassed, turned his eyes to one side, and suddenly felt that there was something behind the pillow. He reached in and touched it. A plastic bag was wrapped in two pieces of bread that had obviously been bitten, and the bread had become hard. Is this a relic of that day?

"Throw the trash can. I don't know who put it there,"

Meyer said casually.

There seemed to be something inside, Feng Yiping stretched out his hand and pulled out a white compassionate shirt. It is mixed with sweat and aroma, is this? He looked at Mayer.

Meyer was almost choked while drinking coffee, and two red clouds flew up quickly on his face. He snatched the dress over without saying a word and stuffed it behind him, as if he felt wrong. He crumpled the awkward dress into a ball and stuffed it into his bag on the cabinet behind the desk.

Turning around, his expression is as usual, "Director, are you okay?"

"There are some things. I need your help on my side." Feng Yiping thought about his request. "I believe that you are recommended by Peppa. I wonder if you can squeeze some time out? "

When talking about this, Feng Yiping couldn't help but look at Mayer's chest. It seemed that there was no need to squeeze there, there should be a groove.

This is not to blame for him, a sturdy man who has long been accustomed to the life of a husband and wife. He has been a monk for seven or eight months. He has a little idea and it is reasonable.

The girl is always very sensitive to this kind of gaze. She turned her body to one side first, and then she immediately turned to his side, turning one side after another, she could clearly see the rippling piece. .

Feng Yiping turned his gaze out of the window vacantly, Meyer smiled proudly, got up and lay on the table, turned the Apple 4 display, and flipped through the schedule with the mouse, "Starting at 3 o'clock, there are two reports, then we You can leave at 3:30 and go to your company."

"Well, all right," Feng Yiping answered casually, but he didn't think much about it.

Looking at the round piece wrapped in the skirt, turned up, is it like a full moon or a peach? Just by looking at it, the conclusions that may be drawn are not accurate enough, it is best to touch it to be accurate.

Damn it, am I crazy?

He forced himself to turn his eyes out of the window, Meyer smiled and turned his head, just in time to see Feng Yiping slowly but firmly turned his eyes out of the window again, understood something, and twisted his waist specially.

However, Feng Yiping didn't see this ripple. In order to prevent his voice from sounding dry, he lowered his head and took a sip of coffee. "Two reports, half an hour is enough?"

"Definitely enough, a report, I usually give them 10 minutes at most,"

They are all personality and tough guys.

"Then I will be waiting for you in the parking lot when I arrive,"

After leaving Mayer’s office, Feng Yiping remembered. Didn’t Brin say that he would prepare himself for a lot of rewards? Mayer didn’t seem to mention it at all?

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At half past three, Feng Yiping, who was waiting at the door, watched Meyer put on a beige trench coat outside the skirt and sweater, and walked out quickly with the bag, "Let’s go,"

However, Meyer looked at his Beetle, stuffed the car key into the bag again, and then stuffed the bag to Feng Yiping, "Give me the key. I wanted to drive your car a long time ago."

Can I say no? Feng Yiping hesitated, "Then I will drive your beetle,"

"No, my car will not be touched by boys,"

"Quickly follow up," trot over to Yajun with the key.

Yes, it seems that this woman was also a very extravagant guy. From the house to the clothes to the bag, it is all extravagant. It is normal to like Yajun.

"It's really exciting," Meyer said with excitement as the 8-cylinder engine roared deep and powerfully.

"I wanted to ask, why did you choose such an old-fashioned car at a young age?"

"Old-fashioned? I don't think it, I think it's elegant,"

"Elegant, maybe, but I always feel that it is more suitable for people of my dad's age, but the ride is quite comfortable," she shook her body.

"Sorry," Feng Yiping took out the vibrating phone in his pants pocket, "Hello!"

On the other side of the phone, a female voice asked, "Is it Yibingfeng?"

You are one loaf, your whole family is one loaf, "I am, may I ask you?"

"Hello, I’m Kelly, the secretary of Mr. Palmisano, President B, and Mr. Palmisano. I look forward to your coming to our company to have an exchange with us on your proposed cloud computing. I want to ask Feng When will it be convenient for you, sir?"

"Sorry, I haven't been very convenient lately, sorry," Feng Yiping hung up.

"Girl? Inconvenient? Isn't it something?" Mayer smiled gossiping.

"A phone call from the secretary of B's ​​new president invites me to talk about cloud computing. I am not interested," Feng Yiping said.

"The blue giant," Meyer glanced at Feng Yiping, "If you go there, I think Mr. Jobs must be unhappy,"

Feng Yiping was not because of this. Google invited himself and the founder came to the door in person. Jobs was an acquaintance. A secretary of your B called me and asked me to come over? How about the Big Blue? I'm sorry, but it's not your temper.

In the office building, "Mike, colleagues, this is Ms. Marissa Mayer, who is responsible for the image design of Google. I entrust her to improve the image design of our website. Please cooperate."

The one who was in charge of this area was a bit uncomfortable, but it was the boss's decision. What if they have opinions?

Meyer is also welcome, "Mike, right? I'm short on time. Please give me a table."

"Okay, please over here,"

Feng Yiping catches up~www.wuxiaspot.com~Mayer, thank you, if you have any comments, you can tell Mike directly, I have to go to school now."

Meyer waved to Mike and leaned over, "Call me Marissa! I help you improve the image design of your website for free, don't you invite me to dinner at night?"

"Excuse me, you know that Jingping is inseparable from people in my family. In two days I will invite you to be a guest at home, or I will cook, how about? Tonight, I will ask Mike to invite you to dinner, or call Peppa. phone?"

"Come on with you!" Meyer gave him an angry back, and finally didn't put his **** up.

Feng Yiping was really afraid to invite her to dinner alone.

After eating, Meyer didn't drive, so she must be sent home. Then, if she invites herself to sit in, should she go in, go in, or go in?

Feng Yiping is younger and stronger than the old Mr. Liu Xiahui, who has been passed down through the ages, and he has a beautiful woman in his arms.

If you want to make no mistake, you can only prevent yourself from facing such temptations. To be continued.