Reborn 92's Business Tycoon

Chapter 538: An audience (Part 1)

Under the warm autumn sun, the two people's rowdy antics in the backyard attracted the attention of the housewives from the two neighbouring households.

The blonde mature woman with a great figure in the house on the left leaned out from the second-floor balcony to take a look, and after watching the happy young couple, she smiled and reclined back.

The family on the right, the young Chongqing wife who had spoken to Huang Jingping a few times, looked at them with some surprise.

Although they were in their own courtyard, their villa was not a manor, and they were not on the second floor. Through the sparse trees by the courtyard, they could see clearly what the neighbours were doing.

What they were doing now was nothing to foreigners, but it was still quite bold for Chinese people at the time.

After a while, Huang Jingping also reacted, and ran towards the house as if she were escaping. 'I'll go make the call,'

'Wait, wait until tomorrow,'

'I want to make the call now,'

'Go ahead then!' To be honest, Feng Yiping was really a bit apprehensive about this opportunity to meet. What if the dean had a last-minute cancellation due to an important matter and it was his turn to meet with him tomorrow? Wouldn't it be a big joke if he called today?

However, as far as he could remember, the year had been relatively calm in the country, and for a person at the dean's level, there should be no major changes to scheduled events.

The first person to call was Jin Ling. 'Really?' She sounded excited too.

'Would I dare spread rumours about something like this? Besides, it's not a big deal!' Feng Yiping lay back in his chair, so beautiful that his eyes closed, but his words were light as a cloud.

'Come on, tell me how long you've been planning this!' Jin Ling mercilessly exposed him, 'Now I understand why, when negotiating with the publisher, you insisted that the book must be published before September.

'Haha, that was also a consideration, but I didn't expect it to go so smoothly,' Feng Yiping couldn't help but laugh. "But even if it wasn't this time, I will still have such opportunities in the future. Alas, there's nothing I can do about it. A man as charismatic as me is like a firefly at night, standing out wherever I go,'

Jin Ling didn't take any of these words to heart at all, and hastily hung up after dropping the words, "I'll come over tonight,' and hung up the phone.

...

Feng Yiping, dressed in a suit and tie, sat in the car sent by the university with the vice president, following the car of the secretary and the president. They drove past the archway surrounded by green trees, passed the armed police in military uniforms, and entered the garden-style state guesthouse from the east gate.

Directly opposite the door was a stone forest landscape with the three characters 'Diaoyutai' inscribed by Comrade Xiaoping. Although Feng Yiping had later taken a photo in front of the stone forest in the south of the clouds, he now had the urge to take a photo here.

'Nervous?' the vice president asked with a smile.

'A bit,' Feng Yiping answered honestly, loosening his tie.

As someone who had not seen through wealth, fame and power, there was no way he could not be nervous at this time.

'Don't worry, just relax. The dean is very approachable. And don't just say empty words,' the vice president reminded him.

'Thank you, Dean,'

In fact, Feng Yiping and the others had discussed this point last night. It would be pretentious for a college student to say empty words in front of a leader at the dean's level. Besides, the dean was known for his practical work, and he probably didn't like empty words.

Following the three university leaders, they passed through several checkpoints, and finally, at the last one, he was required to put all his belongings in a small box. With an expressionless face, the security guard in a black suit and headset gestured at the bag he was carrying, and Feng Yiping handed it over, explaining, 'It's just books,'

but, as expected, he had over-thought it. This was not a simple visit or a trip to relatives. The security guard still took it with an expressionless face and put it together with his other belongings. His wishful thinking was dashed!

The vice president waiting in front of him smiled and said, 'Let's go,'

It was a small meeting room. Feng Yiping didn't have time to look at the layout of the room. His gaze was firmly attracted by the old man standing in the room—in fact, from the outside, he really didn't look old!

Following the school leaders, Feng Yiping walked over a little unsteadily to shake hands. He didn't know how the three people in front of him felt, he was really nervous.

Yesterday at home, they discussed a lot of greetings, but now, Feng Yiping just dryly said, 'Hello, President!'

But at that moment, he was thinking, "I wonder if this scene of me shaking hands with the president will be filmed, and I'll receive a photo!'

The president shook his hand twice and patted it, "Hello, Yiping, you're very good! In the past two days, I've heard people from various countries mention your book more than once,'

'The dean said I was good!' Feng Yiping repeatedly reminded himself to be honest and humble, not to smile, but he couldn't help showing joy on his face, and said a little incoherently, "Thank you, dean,'

'Hello, minister!" Feng Yiping also bowed his head in trepidation and shook her hand. This was also a rare character to see normally, let alone such close contact now.

'Everyone sit,' the dean said.

It wasn't a formal meeting. There were a few single sofas arranged in a circle in the reception room. Feng Yiping, being a young man, was naturally the one sitting furthest away from the dean. However, he wasn't interested in listening to the leaders' conversation and kept staring at the dean.

The dean looked well-maintained. Although he was a lot older than his father, he really looked younger than his father. The most distinctive feature should be his eyebrows, which were very short and looked like two small hills.

It felt like the dean and the school leaders didn't even have a few minutes to talk before they asked him, 'Feng, when will your book on the Blue Ocean Strategy be published in China?'

'Very soon, Dean,' Feng Yiping sat up straight, 'I'm in talks with a publisher.'

'That's great. You're young, but you're not only doing well in your studies, you've also achieved success in your business ventures and have your own business theories. Not bad at all, and you must have worked very hard. But don't be arrogant. Remember, you must be rigorous in your studies and down-to-earth in your work,'

'I remember, Dean,' Feng Yiping said respectfully.

'I see that you have already set up quite a few companies and are a minor success. So tell us about your plans,' the Dean said, smiling as he crossed his legs, unbuttoned his suit and leaned back on the sofa.

The school secretary laughed and interjected, 'You should be brief, as the adults are running out of time,'

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