Chapter 698

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

In the past, these guys sitting here would be the objects of his envy. The company is top-notch, the treatment is top-notch, and the working environment is top-notch.

After Google goes public, the seemingly inconspicuous options they get now will become a huge fortune in the future.

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

Wealth, in many cases, does not mean anything—unless the number is large enough to a certain extent.

Feng Yiping's book and the cloud computing proposed by Feng Yiping are really nothing compared to 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 hundreds of millions of dollars in wealth, so this person will undoubtedly be admired by many people.

From the floor-to-ceiling windows, Feng Yiping saw that Mayer seemed to be discussing work with several people. Feng Yiping knocked on the door. After a while, there was no movement. He was about to open the door and go in by himself. He opened the door, only nodded to him, and hurried back to his original seat to sit down.

The process in the office was not interrupted. A guy with a messy face who didn't know whether he had grown a beard or hadn't shaved for many days, was speaking to Mayer very quickly at the computer. Feng Yiping, who has never learned programming, can't understand too much professional vocabulary.

So busy, I'd better come back later. He smiled and shook his head. Mayer over there still didn't raise his head. He was listening to his subordinate's report attentively, but he seemed to see Feng Yiping's expression and looked at him. He pointed to the sofa by the wall, are you asking me to sit?

After watching for a while, Feng Yiping understood that this was not a discussion about work, but a report. After the bearded man finished speaking, Mayer picked up a piece of paper, drew something, and spoke quickly to the paper. The first, second and third of the paper started the lecture, and Feng Yiping could understand the last sentence, "No, start over."

When the guys who had obviously worked overtime for many days walked out like mourners, Mayer tidied up the mess on the table and asked Feng Yiping with a smile, "What's the matter? Wait," she lay on the door frame, facing the outside Shout, "Call me back in ten minutes,"

After closing the door, she crossed her arms and stretched her waist beautifully. With this movement, she lifted the tight beige thin sweater up, revealing a dazzling white waist in the middle, and the belly button can be seen.

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

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

Mayer said casually.

There seemed to be something inside, Feng Yiping reached out and pulled out a white T-shirt, which was mixed with the smell of sweat and fragrance, what is it? He looked at Mayer.

Mayer, who was drinking coffee, was almost choked, and two clusters of red clouds quickly flew up on his face. He snatched the dress and stuffed it behind him without saying a word, as if feeling inappropriate, and put the embarrassing dress on his back. Crumple it up and stuff it into your own bag on the cabinet behind your desk.

Turning around, her expression was normal, "Director, what's the matter?"

"There are some things, I need your help." Feng Yiping said his request carefully, "I also believe in the recommendation of you by Page and the others, I wonder if you can spare some time? "

Speaking of this, Feng Yiping couldn't help looking at Mayer's chest. It seemed that there was no need to squeeze there, and there should be a groove.

It's really not his fault, a young man who has long been used to the married life, and has been a monk for seven or eight months, it is reasonable to have a little idea.

Girls are always very sensitive to such gazes. They first turned their body to one side, but then they all turned to his side, and between turning one side and another, they could clearly see that piece was rippling. .

Feng Yiping turned his gaze out of the window with a guilty conscience. Mayer smiled proudly, got up and lay down on the table, turned the Apple G4 monitor over, and used the mouse to look at the schedule, "Starting at 3 o'clock, there are two reports, then we You can leave at 3:30 and go to your company,"

"Well, okay," Feng Yiping responded casually, but his thoughts were completely out of the question.

Looking at the rounded piece wrapped in the skirt in front of her, does it look like a full moon, or a peach? Just by looking, the conclusions that may be drawn are not accurate enough, it is best to touch them to be accurate.

Damn, am I insane?

He forced himself to turn his eyes out of the window, Mayer turned his head with a smile, just in time to see Feng Yiping turn his eyes out of the window again slowly but firmly, understood something, and twisted his waist deliberately.

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

"It's definitely enough, a report, usually I give them 10 minutes at most,"

All guys with personality and toughness.

"Then I'll wait for you in the parking lot then,"

After leaving Mayer's office, Feng Yiping remembered, didn't Brin say that he asked himself to prepare a lot of money, and Mayer didn't seem to mention it at all?

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At 3:30, Feng Yiping, who was waiting at the door, watched Mayer put on a beige windbreaker over a short skirt and sweater, and walked out quickly with the bag, "Let's go."

However, Mayer looked at her Beetle, put the car keys back into the bag, and then gave the bag to Feng Yiping, "Give me the keys, I have long wanted to drive this car of yours,"

Can I say no? Feng Yiping hesitated, "Then I'll drive your Beetle,"

"No, I won't let boys touch my car,"

"Follow up quickly," the other side trotted towards Yajun holding the key.

Yes, it seems that this woman was also a very extravagant guy later on. From the house, to the clothes to the bags, they are all luxury brands. It is normal to like Yajun.

"It's really strong," Mayer said a little excitedly, with the low and powerful roar of the 8-cylinder engine.

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

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

"Elegant, maybe, but I always think it's more suitable for my dad's age group, but it's a comfortable ride," she said, shaking herself.

"I'm sorry," Feng Yiping took out the vibrating phone in his trouser pocket, "Hello!"

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

You are a piece of cake, and your whole family is a piece of cake, "I am, may I ask who you are?"

"Hi, I'm Kelly, the secretary of Mr. Palmisano, president of IBM. Mr. Palmisano, I'm looking forward to your coming to our company and having an exchange with us about the cloud computing you proposed. I would like to ask Feng When is it convenient for you recently, sir?"

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

"Girl? Inconvenient? Isn't there something wrong?" Mayer smiled gossipingly.

"The secretary of IBM's new president called and invited me to talk about cloud computing, but I'm not interested," said Feng Yiping.

"Big Blue," Mayer glanced at Feng Yiping, "If you go there, I think Mr. Jobs will not be very happy."

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

In the NEXTDOOR 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 person who was in charge of this area was a little upset, but it was the boss's decision, so what if they have opinions?

Mayer was also polite, "Mike, I'm short on time, please give me a table,"

"Okay, this way please,"

Feng Yiping caught up, "Thank you, Mayer, if you have any comments, you can tell Mike directly, I have to go to school now,"

Mayer waved at Mike and leaned over, "Call me Marisa! I'll help you improve the image design of the website for free, don't you invite me to dinner tonight?"

"I'm sorry, you know in my family that Jingping can't live without people. I'll invite you to my house in two days, or I'll cook, how about that? Tonight, I'll ask Mike to treat you to dinner, or call Page Telephone?"

"Go ahead!" Mayer gave him an angry back, and finally didn't give him a middle finger.

It's a season of madness, Feng Yiping really dare not invite her to dinner alone.

After dinner, Mayer didn't drive, so she must be sent home. Then, if she invited herself in, would she go in, go in, or go in?

Compared with the old Mr. Liu who has been praised through the ages, Feng Yiping is younger, stronger and hotter, with a beautiful woman in his arms, and he can't be stable.

If you don't want to make mistakes, you can only avoid such temptations.