Reborn 92's Business Tycoon

Chapter 566: An Unpleasant Beginning

The idiot couldn't stop laughing, and just like in Lost in Translation, after Li Chenggong heard Niu Geng say something similar, he had an expression of undisguised disgust, thinking that sitting next to someone like this was a great embarrassment.

What he couldn't understand was that Feng Yiping was also looking at him like he was an idiot, also with a sneer on his face.

He was about to ask, when across the aisle, the old foreigner, who had also been harassed by him earlier, narrowed his eyes and tilted his head, asking Feng Yiping, 'When was that?'

Well, the answer had to be revealed by someone else, and it didn't seem to have the same impact as if he had said it himself. "The 1930s, I think,'

'Oh, that's normal. At that time, civil aviation aircraft had small bodies, few seats, and flew at low altitudes," the old foreigner said.

Unexpectedly, this was someone who knew their stuff.

The laughter of the idiot suddenly stopped, so embarrassing! It was like someone laughing at someone else for being a fool, only to realise immediately that they were the real fool.

How could he know that Feng Yiping's words were absurd for modern airliners, but commonplace when civil aviation was just developing?

If the one who affirmed Feng Yiping's words had been another Chinese person, he might not have believed it, but he believed the words of the person across the aisle.

Although these words were not spoken by himself, and he didn't feel as good about them, the effect was achieved, and the idiot next to Feng Yiping quieted down.

That's how it should be. You're not a beauty, and I'm not a beauty, so what's there to talk about?

A dozen-hour flight, even in a first-class cabin with excellent hardware, is still hard to bear. As the saying goes, no matter how good the leather sofa is, after sitting on it for a dozen hours, your butt will still hurt.

Only when you fall asleep does it feel a little more comfortable.

So, during the rest of the journey, except for meals, Feng Yiping spent most of the time sleeping with an eye mask. His current experience has strengthened his resolve to buy a private jet in the future.

At 11:30 the next day, the last meal service was provided, and Feng Yiping, who had drunk two espressos, finally woke up.

The announcement over the PA said that they would arrive at San Francisco Airport in just over an hour. The Americans heading home were obviously feeling uplifted, and the rest of the people on board, like Feng Yiping, who was visiting the United States for the first time, were also a little excited to see their destination.

The second passenger was quite a well-mannered person, and seemed to want to repair the relationship with Feng Yiping. 'Where are you going? My father will send someone to pick me up. Do you want a lift?'

'Thanks, no,'

said Feng Yiping. The Silicon Valley company would have arranged a reception for their boss's first visit, so there was no need to hitch a ride with them.

At 12:50, Jack, the manager of the American branch of Zhitong Company, was already waiting at the exit with the driver. They waited a little longer.

The boss was arriving, so they didn't dare to be negligent.

At the immigration checkpoint, a black customs officer was a little unconvinced by Feng Yiping's reason for visiting the United States, and even more unconvinced by the fact that he had so many invitations in his hands.

Just look at the inviting organisations: there are several famous American universities, such as Harvard and Georgetown University, as well as invitations to speak at some very well-known clubs and associations, such as the famous New York Economic Club.

This is a young Chinese man in his early twenties, right? How is that possible? You've got to be kidding me!

He strongly suspected that the invitations were forged. While asking Feng Yiping those questions with a blank expression, he looked at Feng Yiping's passport without making a sound. It was clean and didn't even have a single stamp, which only strengthened his suspicions.

As a result, Feng Yiping was taken to the second interrogation room in the mocking eyes of that idiot on the plane.

So, Feng Yiping was taken to an office for a joint interrogation by several departments the first time he arrived in the United States, before he had even set foot on American soil, while all his luggage was being rummaged through.

Damn it, if this were China, Feng Yiping would accommodate, but this is the United States, and he doesn't want to accommodate.

'Just pick a few of the companies on the invitation letters and call them to ask if that's the case,' Feng Yiping picked up the stack of invitation letters on the table that had been used as "evidence" and rudely threw them in front of the person with the worst attitude.

The person looked at Feng Yiping impolitely, and Feng Yiping only glanced at him indifferently. Such a small character really wasn't worth the effort.

Sometimes, competing with each other doesn't make people feel annoyed. It's the kind of gaze that completely ignores Feng Yiping that hurts more.

However, he can only glare at Feng Yiping a few times. What if all those invitations are real? Then the young man in front of him is a celebrity, a red-hot property in the eyes of many bigwigs. And speaking in front of those bigwigs would definitely be lucrative. And people with a lucrative income are not something an ordinary employee in an immigration office like him can just make up.

The only female staff member had already taken the initiative to call and verify the situation. 'Georgetown University?' 'New York Economic Club?'

She had done her job meticulously, not only asking questions over the phone, but also faxing the photo on Feng Yiping's passport to the other party.

Within a few minutes, several organisations had responded, "Mr Feng, thank you for your cooperation with our work." They were truly the number one superpower, and there was not even a perfunctory apology in their words.

As for the luggage that they had messed up, of course it was still a mess.

Feng Yiping, who was not in the best of moods, could not muster enthusiasm when he saw Mike, who was waiting for him at the exit, welcoming him enthusiastically.

Mike knew him, and he also knew the head of his company in Silicon Valley. Although this was the first time they had met, they had spoken on the phone and seen each other's photos.

'Feng,' Feng Yiping did not have an English name, and did not want one either, so Mike had to call him by his surname, 'what took you so long?'

'I got held up at immigration for a while and was taken to the 'small black room' where I was asked a lot of questions,' Feng Yiping said nonchalantly.

'Huh? Why didn't you notify me so I could get our legal counsel here?'

In a country like this one, where the value created by the litigation market accounts for a quarter of its GDP, people think of lawyers when something happens, and Feng Yiping is not yet used to this, let alone having such a moment. 'Forget it, it didn't do anything to me,'

Mike probably guessed the reason: 'If I were you, I would also be suspicious when faced with a young expert like you.'

Feng Yiping immediately felt that Mike was not a bad person to flatter.

'Oh, I almost forgot, this is a new mobile phone for you,' Mike took out a box from his bag, 'it has already been charged and our numbers have been stored in it, so you can use it now.'

'Thank you!' It was a Motorola A6188, a pretty big guy, of course it was an American number, mobile international roaming tariffs, gee, it's better not to mention it.

After exiting the airport gate, Feng Yiping was in no hurry to look at the surrounding buildings, but closed his eyes and took a breath, at least to feel the breath of the world's number one superpower. Damn, it's still the smell of steel, concrete and various exhaust fumes, not much different from the capital.

He had already got into the car sent by his family to pick him up. Looking at Feng Yiping walking towards the parking lot, he couldn't help but show an expression of superiority on his face. Then, noticing that the two of his compatriots were walking in front and behind Feng Yiping, sandwiching him in between, towards an elongated Cadillac, he couldn't help but look embarrassed.

Feng Yiping's face wasn't looking too good either. Looking at the luxury car in front of him, which he was sure was rented, he asked Mike, 'Don't you guys have a car of your own? Why would you pay to rent this?'

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