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

In the past, these guys sitting here were the objects he should envy, the company was first-class, the treatment was first-class, and the working environment was first-class.

When Google goes public, the options they get that look inconspicuous 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, doesn't mean anything -- unless it's a certain amount of dù.

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 junior has at least hundreds of millions of dollars in wealth, and this person will undoubtedly be admired by many people.

From the floor-to-ceiling window, seeing Mayer as if he was discussing work with a few people, Feng Yiping knocked on the door, and after a while, there was no movement, he was about to open the door by himself, and a third brother in a hooded sweatshirt helped him open 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 in the first place, or if he hadn't shaved for many days, in short, his face was messy, and he spoke to Mayer very quickly in front of the computer, which was mixed with too many professional words, and Feng Yiping, who had never learned programming, couldn't understand it.

So busy, let's come back later, he smiled and shook his head, Mayer over there, still didn't raise his head, listening attentively to the report of his subordinates, but seemed to see Feng Yiping's expression, and pointed to the sofa next to the wall at him. Is this telling me to sit?

After looking at it for a while, Feng Yiping understood that this was not a discussion work, this was a report work, and after the bearded man finished speaking, Mayer picked up a piece of paper. Something was drawn, and he spoke at the same speed to the first, second and third on the paper, and the last sentence, Feng Yiping could understand, "No, do it again,"

Waiting for those guys who had obviously worked overtime for many days, such as mourning Kaoyan, walked out, Mayer put away the mess on the table. Smiled and asked Feng Yiping, "Something?" wait," she leaned on the door frame and shouted outside, "Transfer the phone in ten minutes,"

Closing the door, she crossed her hands and raised her hand, stretching beautifully. A tight-fitting beige sweater lifted up with this action. A dazzling white waist is exposed in the middle, and the navel can be seen.

Feng Yiping was a little embarrassed, turned his eyes to the side, and suddenly felt that there was something awkward behind the pillow, and reached in and touched it, and a plastic bag wrapped two pieces of bread that had obviously taken a few bites. The bread has become hard and hard, which is the artifact of that day?

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

Mayer said casually.

There seemed to be something inside, Feng Yiping reached out and took it out. Pulling out a white T-shirt with the smell of sweat and the smell of sweat mixed with it, he looked at Mayer.

Mayer, who was drinking coffee, almost choked, and two red clouds quickly flew on his face, and without saying a word, he snatched the dress and stuffed it behind him, as if he felt that it was inappropriate, and crumpled the embarrassing dress into a ball and stuffed it into his bag on the cabinet behind the desk.

Turning around, he already looked as usual, "Director, do you have something?"

"There are some things, my side of the matter, I need your help," Feng Yiping considered his request and said, "Peppa recommended you, I also believe it, I don't know if you can squeeze out some time?"

When he said 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 ditch.

I really don't blame him, a guy who is strong in blood and has long been accustomed to the life of husband and wife, and has been a monk for seven or eight months, a little thought, and it is reasonable.

Girls are always very sensitive to such gazes, and they first turned their bodies to the side, but they all turned to him immediately, and between the turns of one side and another, they could clearly see that piece was rippling.

Feng Yiping turned his gaze out the window a little weakly, Mayer smiled proudly, got up and lay on the table, turned the Apple G4 monitor, and flipped through the schedule with the mouse, "Starting at 3 o'clock, there are two reports, then we can leave at half past three and go to your company,"

"Well, okay," Feng Yiping responded casually, but his mind was completely unfocused.

Looking at the piece wrapped in the skirt in front of you, upturned and round, is this like a full moon, or a peach? Just looking at it, you may not be able to draw a conclusion, and it is best to touch it to be accurate.

Damn, am I going crazy?

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

However, Feng Yiping didn't see this ripple, 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 debrief, usually I give them 10 minutes at most,"

They are all tough guys with personalities.

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

When he got out of Mayer's office, Feng Yiping remembered, didn't Brin say that he would prepare a lot of money, and 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 Mayer put on a beige windbreaker over his short skirt sweater, and walked out quickly with the bag, "Let's go,"

However, Mayer looked at his Beetle, stuffed the car key into his bag again, and then stuffed the bag to Feng Yiping, "Give me the key, 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 don't let the boys touch my car,"

"Hurry up," he said, trotting over to Yajun with the key.

Yes, it seems that this woman was also a very extravagant guy later, from the house, to the clothes to the bag, it is the image design of the luxury station, please cooperate,"

The people who were originally in charge of this part, although they were a little angry, but this was the boss's decision, what if they had opinions?

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

"Okay, this way, please,"

Feng Yiping caught up, "Mayer, thank you, if you have any opinions, 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 your website for free, don't you invite me to dinner at night?"

"I'm sorry, you know at home, Jingping can't live without people, how about I invite you to my house in two days, or will I cook? Tonight, I'll ask Mike to invite you to dinner, or call Peppa?"

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

Now it's a bit of a crazy season, and Feng Yiping really doesn't dare to invite her to dinner alone.

After eating, Mayer didn't drive, so she must be sent home, and then, if she invites herself to go in and sit, is it in, in, or in?

Feng Yiping is younger and stronger than the old Mr. Liu who has been praised through the ages, he is young, strong, and vigorous, and he can't do it without chaos.

If you want not to make mistakes, you can only avoid facing such temptations. (To be continued.) )