On the 36th floor of Jin Mao Tower, Feng Yiping pressed the speakerphone of the phone again, "Xiao Wu, bring me a cup of coffee, no milk, no sugar, no ice,"

"Okay, right away,"

Who knows, the one who brought the coffee in later was not the long-legged black silk, standard OL dress, and the school flower who used to go outside, but the owner of this office, Jin Ling.

She took her coffee and said with a smile, "Have you made enough trouble?"

From morning to now, her newly recruited secretaries, mineral water, orange juice, tea, cola, and coffee, have already helped Feng Yiping deliver them five times.

"Ate salty in the morning,"

At Feng Yiping's strong request, they deliberately got up early and went to the Xiaolongbao with soy milk to eat at the Chenghuang Temple.

"Oh, it's wrong, it's too sweet, my bowl of soy milk, too much sugar, now it's a little sluggish. "Anyway, Feng Yiping always has a reason.

"You better prepare well, and you have to interview again," Jin Ling saw that he couldn't get up from his position, so he could only sit on the chair opposite him.

Feng Yiping took the coffee and sat on the swivel chair with a chic turn, "Sitting on the tallest building in China, looking at the Huangpu River below, the waves are running, the waves are flowing, and the surging river is endless, which is in line with the identity of a president,"

He paused, "In particular, there is a beautiful and generous, gentle and lovely secretary who can speak three foreign languages, has outstanding ability, and has long hair in a shawl,"

"I won't talk about the office, you say, why don't you all have secretaries, so you don't match me?" he looked hurt.

"Hehe," Jin Ling leaned on the table with a smile, intentionally or unintentionally shook her long hair with the same shawl, as soon as Feng Yiping arrived here yesterday, she was a little jealous when she saw her office and secretary.

"Then I'll get one for you, too. You pick it yourself, and then you have a class in the classroom, and she has your bag and your phone, and she waits at the door of the classroom,"

Feng Yiping understands that it will naturally not work!

"It's not fair anyway. He still said angrily.

"Okay, in the past two days, I'll lend Xiao Wu to you, okay,"

Feng Yiping's occasional childishness always made Jin Ling angry, "Now, can you give me the seat?"

"What are you talking about, lend it to me, what will you think when you let Xiao Wu hear it?" Feng Yiping felt that there were several meanings in it. Some little yellow little evil.

"I don't need to know what Xiao Wu will think when he hears this," Jin Ling sat back in her seat and crackled on the keyboard, "I'm more concerned, what would Jingping think if she knew about this?"

Feng Yiping collapsed on the sofa in a daze.

Jin Ling said this, how could he dare to let that beautiful Xiao Wu follow him?

"The thud I just heard, wasn't when you fell. Is the water in my stomach ringing?" Jin Ling's knife is like a stroke of genius.

And that's not all. "Your stomach is vinegar, should I ask Xiao Wu to send some alkaline drinks in to help you neutralize it?"

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Accepting a TV interview, at the beginning, Feng Yiping was very happy and vain. Everyone has it, and being on TV can not only promote yourself, but also help promote the company. Why not?

But now, he is somewhat resistant, and now in China, the three words "Feng Yiping" are not only a personal name, but also a celebrity, and the more people in those big companies, the more they know that he personally does not need to be famous on TV.

However, the company that has just arrived in Shanghai and is in a hurry to open up the situation is very much needed.

Therefore, even if he is unwilling, he can only be interviewed on TV again.

This interview is still the topic contacted by Shanghai last year, Feng Yiping and the one in Shanghai, who is also a phenomenal writer born in the 80s, classmate Han, the two are on the same scene.

To be honest, Feng Yiping doesn't know much about this classmate Han, because the industry he was engaged in later and the circle he mixed with classmate Han didn't tie up at all.

Han's books, I'm really sorry, he didn't read a single one, it's not that he doesn't like it, he read it when he was in school, it's appropriate, but he didn't have the money to buy it, and when he had the money to buy books later, he had already entered society, and those novels that described cruel youth were no longer attractive to him at that time.

He remembered that classmate Han seemed to have changed a lot of identities, young writers, pioneer writers, racing drivers, and later seemed to be talking about thinkers?

The final impression is that he also follows the trend as a director to make movies, for the box office, that is, for money, all kinds of publicity, and all kinds of lowering his figure.

Feng Yiping also understood at that time, to put it bluntly, no matter what kind of family it is, after starting a family, the first task is to make money to support the family.

Everything they do, in essence, is no different from their own small businessmen, they are all for the purpose of making money, but one earns easily, and the other earns hard.

In the dressing room, classmate Feng, who saw the living classmate Han for the first time, was accompanied by his parents, and seemed to be a little envious of himself with the two beauties of Jin Ling and Xiao Wu.

At first sight, Feng Yiping felt very familiar, without it, the smile on the face of classmate Han, Feng Yiping was very familiar, harmless to humans and animals, and a little shy, wasn't that another face of Feng Yiping?

Feng Yiping was close to him, and it turned out to be a fellow practitioner, "Hello, hello," he warmly shook the hand of classmate Han, "Look up for a long time,"

Facing the enthusiastic Feng Yiping, classmate Han was a little unaccustomed, and his eyes were a little evasive, "Hello,"

His father was prepared, and took out two books from his bag, which were Feng Yiping's two books, "Yiping, Xiao Han admires you very much, sign for him,"

Feng Yiping smiled, this should not be what classmate Han meant, it must be his father's polite words on such an occasion.

Since ancient times, it has always been the first in literature and the second in martial arts, with the temperament of classmate Han, how could he say such a thing?

From later, he and another, who is also a post-80s writer, have all kinds of tears, including him making movies, and he does not have the meaning of fighting with that one, from which it can be seen that he is not a person who will easily succumb.

Feng Yiping estimated that even his parents, when they couldn't say this, were gritting their teeth and being polite.

In the minds of parents, their children must be the best, not to mention that classmate Han is indeed the idol of many peers, and he can indeed make his parents proud.

Besides, the people of Ala Shanghai, you know, always have a natural advantage in their hearts for people in other places, if it weren't for Feng Yiping's Jiasheng Group, the investment of 100 million US dollars in Pudong would have been reported a long time ago, and they probably wouldn't have said such polite words.

Fortunately, Feng Yiping was not unprepared - mainly because Xiao Wu was prepared, "Uncle, you are too polite, it just so happens that I also have a book, I want you to sign it," Xiao Wu handed over two books in the back, which were the first novels published by Han last year.

"I finished reading it in one night," Mr. Feng said, holding the book.

Feng Yiping's sycophant was patted, and the family of three, including Xiao Han, was very happy and laughing.

"Xiao Han, he has always said, your novel, the writing is very beautiful, he likes it very much," Han's mother said.

"I also like the humor in his novels," Mr. Feng replied.

Jin Ling turned her back to the door, she was afraid that she would laugh.

Feng Yiping did spend a night to read that novel, but it was only a few minutes in one night - read the beginning, and then read the end, this is the so-called one night reading.

"You are both the same age, and you can be regarded as peers, you will come to the stage in a while, and you will support each other," Han's father said with a smile, "Among the guests this time, there are several education experts,"

"Uncle is right, help me later," Feng Yiping said to Han with a smile.

Now all kinds of talk shows in China are catering to the preferences of the audience, with a flat and stable style, no one likes to watch it, so in the interview process, there is no shortage of sharp questions that are difficult to deal with.

Before the official recording, Feng Yiping, who has always been good-tempered, raised objections to the temporary scene arranged today.

In order to highlight the conflict, the other guests invited today were also divided into two camps, and the two groups of guests with opposite opinions sat opposite each other, plus the two post-80s who sat opposite the host, a total of four parties, besieging a small circle.

However, this posture, this layout, how Feng Yiping thinks of it, how does he feel like judging the two of them.

He said to the first brother of Shanghai TV, "Mr. Cao, are we not very respectful of the audience with our backs to the audience like this?

Okay, Cao Mingzui didn't expect that classmate Han, who was worried about not being able to cooperate, looked very well-behaved and easy to talk, but this classmate Feng, who thought he had a good temper, didn't look like a good person? (To be continued.) )