Reborn 92's Business Tycoon

Chapter 568: Meeting

In this foreign country famous for its openness, to be honest, Feng Yiping's little heart was also beating a little chaotically, but even so, in the face of Barbara, who had a hot figure and hooks growing out of her eyes, Feng Yiping didn't even glance at her.

He is not short-sighted enough to fool around in the company, and he doesn't even look at the grass near the nest.

Besides, he really can't look too much. Oh, Barbara, this American girl who grew up drinking milk and eating buttered steak, has such fierce breasts, he is worried that if he looks at her once, he won't be able to stop looking at her.

The company here upholds the glorious tradition of the American IT industry, with few people wearing formal attire. The distinction between the office area and the leisure area is not very clear, and not many people have neat and tidy desks.

However, in domestic IT companies, seeing an office environment like this, which they have studied or borrowed from, always feels a bit incongruous, as if something is always missing. Feng Yiping has now found the reason.

It's mainly because the people are different.

These people working here fit in well with this environment, while those college students in China who have been taught from an early age about the Five Points of Speech, the Four Beauties and the Three Loves have completely different work habits from these Americans.

Just as the American automobile industry can't learn from the Japanese production methods, because the Japanese industrial workers have discipline ingrained in their bones, the employees of domestic IT companies can't learn from the American coders in the company, who are carefree and don't pay attention to detail.

For example, Feng Yiping feels that if he lies on that soft sofa, he will probably fall asleep immediately. But the guy in front of him is reclining on it, holding a computer and writing code so absorbedly that he doesn't even look at the boss, who is here so rarely.

Yes, at work they are all very self-centred and don't care about anyone.

After a quick tour of the three small buildings belonging to the company, they finally arrived at Mike's office, which was quite suitable for Feng Yiping's aesthetic sense: it was simple and tidy.

'Do you want me to gather everyone together for a meeting?' Mike asked.

He had originally wanted to do just that, but after seeing Feng Yiping's previous behaviour, he was a little unsure.

'No, after work, just arrange a simple party at the company, and I'll just get to know everyone,'

'Okay, I'll go arrange it right away,' Mike tactfully refrained from asking about the specifications. Given the character of this small business owner and the fact that the party was being organised at the company's expense, and he had said it would be a simple affair, just some snacks and some wine would be fine.

It was a little after 7am in China, and Feng Yiping quickly started making phone calls. "Yiping, you've arrived?" Feng Yiping's mother answered the phone at home, her voice full of worry.

'I've been here for a few hours now. I'm fine, how about you? Have you had breakfast yet?'

'Is everything going well there? Have you arrived at the company? Are you cold? Do you have enough clothes? Are you used to the food?' As soon as Mei Qiuping spoke, she asked a whole bunch of questions.

No matter what time it was, all she cared about was whether things were going well, whether she was warm enough, and whether she was used to the food.

'Everything's going quite well. I'm at the company now, and it's warmer than in the capital. As for the food, it's even easier, there are lots of Chinese people here, and there are quite a few Chinese restaurants with authentic flavours,'

'That's good. Wait a minute, let me speak to your father,' she said, putting the phone down and shouting over to him, "Feng Laosan, come and answer the phone for your son.'

She didn't know the charges for international calls, otherwise she would have hung up for sure.

Huang Jingping seemed to still be under the covers, but as soon as she heard his voice, she perked up immediately. After expressing similar concerns as Mei Qiuping, she asked, "Have you met any pretty American girls with a great figure?'

Feng Yiping immediately saw the girl with the fierce breasts he had seen when he joined the company, but said, 'I wish I could, but I haven't met any,'

Barbara and the others, who had received an email notification from the company, went into the bathroom to touch up their makeup and found that there weren't enough mirrors. One after another, the girls came in to touch up their makeup, and she noticed that all the female employees at the company today were dressed quite brightly.

However, most of their preparations were for show. At the meeting, Feng Yiping gave a brief introduction of himself, thanked everyone for their hard work, and welcomed everyone to visit China. Then he held a glass in his hand and mingled with the managers, not communicating with the female employees at all.

Some of the disappointed girls, accompanied by music, casually found two dance partners to dance with. Barbara was a little unwilling, gathered herself together, and smiled as she walked towards the group. Unexpectedly, before she could get close, a guy in a thick-knit sweater, holding a wine glass and stumbling a little, rushed in first.

He probably couldn't say Feng Yiping's Chinese name, so he simply didn't call him by it, and directly asked, 'Did you really write "Blue Ocean Strategy"?'

Feng Yiping smiled and didn't say anything, there was no need to answer his question.

Mike frowned, 'Frank, you're drunk,' and the people next to him were about to help him move away, but this guy was quite big and they couldn't move him at once.

'You also wrote a lot of examples of Chinese companies in the book,' this is true, and the original author mainly wrote examples of European and American companies, Feng Yiping wrote a lot of examples of domestic companies in the book, and of course he also mentioned Youjia in passing.

'Since so many Chinese companies are already applying the Blue Ocean Strategy, why is the Chinese economy still so poor?'

'Frank, that's a good question. After all, the number of Chinese companies that have applied the Blue Ocean Strategy is small, and most of them did so instinctively rather than systematically. As for the Chinese economy, I believe that if you just look at the annual growth rate, you won't think that way,'

He had wanted to say directly and arrogantly that in ten or more years, your clothing, food, housing and transportation, all aspects, will be inseparable from Made in China, and your country will always be borrowing money from our country. However, considering that although the people present were employees of his company, they were all Americans, it seemed inappropriate to say so, so he gave up.

'Let's set off now and go to Fisherman's Wharf. These days, it's the time to eat Dungeness crabs,' Mike suggested.

'Great,' Fisherman's Wharf seemed like a pretty lively place, and this so-called Dungeness crab was what was known domestically as a Jumbo crab, which was expensive after being imported into the country.

So Barbara was a step too late, and Feng Yiping just nodded slightly to her before following Mike out the door.

She was extremely disappointed, and took out her anger on Frank, who was sitting on the sofa next to her.

Frank is big, but not indestructible. He was stepped on and immediately screamed, his voice temporarily drowning out the music.

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This is a restaurant located next to Fisherman's Wharf. The hardware is not of a high grade, but the business is particularly good. Mike said that if you don't make a reservation in advance and come at this time, there is definitely no seat.

'Frank's business level is not bad, but he can't drink,' Mike explained again after sitting down.

'That's fine, that's normal. I guess a lot of people feel the same way as him. The main thing is that we haven't opened our doors to the world for long. Let's order. I'll have a smaller lobster and a bigger crab,' Feng Yiping laughed to lighten the mood. 'The in-flight catering is never very satisfactory,'

For people who are used to steamed or poached seafood, it is not easy to make seafood taste bad. So Feng Yiping's first meal in the United States felt pretty good. However, his appetite was so great that even Mike, a strong man, was envious. He not only ate lobster and Dungeness crab, but also ordered mushroom soup and bread.

He didn't even have to loosen his belt after eating so much.

On his first night in the United States, Feng Yiping actually had a lot of fantasies. The nightlife in the United States, comrades, is going to be so colourful.

Maybe go to a strip show, or hit up a bar for a fling, or check out the cafes, or hang out at a nightclub...

If you meet a girl and she wants to go back to your hotel with you, should you go or shouldn't you?

But the cruel reality once again disappointed him.

The hotel Mike booked for him was not in Downtown. Standing in front of the window and looking out, it was as quiet and deserted as some small county towns in China. Come on, this is the United States, right? Feng Yiping, who had not yet fully recovered from jet lag and was originally a little excited and unable to sleep, was now full of indignation.

Hollywood movies are full of nonsense.

He looked at the phone in the room in disappointment, thinking that it would not ring like some hotels in China.

Well, he might as well take a shower and go to bed.

Unexpectedly, his phone rang as soon as he took off his shirt.

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