Under the warm autumn sun, the noise of the two in the backyard attracted the attention of the housewives of the two families next to them.

The blonde mature woman on the left, who was in good shape, leaned over from the balcony on the second floor to look at this side, looked at the happy little couple, smiled and lay back.

The one on the right, the little daughter-in-law in Chongqing who had spoken a few words to Huang Jingping, looked at them in some surprise.

Although it is in their own yard, they are just a villa, not a manor, or not on the second floor, through the sparse trees next to the yard, what to do here, you can see clearly next door on the left and right.

The current actions of the two of them are nothing in the eyes of foreigners, but for the Chinese people at this moment, they are still relatively bold.

After going crazy for a while, Huang Jingping also reacted, and ran towards the house as if she was running away, "I'm going to call,"

"Wait, wait for tomorrow,"

"I'm going to fight now,"

To be honest, Feng Yiping really has some gains and losses for such a meeting opportunity, what if tomorrow when it is his turn to meet him, what if the dean temporarily cancels an important matter, then isn't it a big joke to call today?

However, in my memory, this year, the country was calm, and as far as a figure of the dean's level is concerned, there should be no major changes in the things that have been arranged.

The first person to call was Jin Ling, "Really?" and she was also very excited when she heard it.

"Do I dare to spread rumors about such a thing? Besides, it's not a big deal!" Feng Yiping lay on the chair, his eyes were closed, and his words were very light and light.

"Come on, how long did you premeditate?" Jin Ling ruthlessly dismantled him, "I finally understand now, why did you emphasize it when you negotiated with the publishing house in the first place." The book must be published before September, and that's what was planned!"

"Hehe, there are also considerations in this regard, it's just that I didn't expect it to go so smoothly," Feng Yiping couldn't help laughing. "However, even if there is no such thing this time, I will still have such an opportunity in the future, oops, no way, a man like me is like a firefly in the night, he is so outstanding everywhere,"

These words did not go to Jin Ling's ears at all. Hurriedly put down the next sentence, "I'll come over in the evening," and hung up the phone.

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Feng Yiping was dressed in a suit and tie seriously, sat in the car sent by the school with the vice dean, followed the car of the secretary and the principal in front, drove past the archway under the shade of green trees, and passed through the armed police soldiers wearing military uniforms. From the east gate, you will enter the garden-style state guesthouse.

Directly opposite the door is a stone forest landscape, on which there are three words "Diaoyutai" inscribed by Comrade Xiaoping. Although Feng Yiping later took a photo in front of the stone forest in the south of Caiyun, he now also has the urge to take a photo here.

"Nervous?" asked the vice dean with a smile.

"A little," Feng Yiping loosened his tie and replied honestly.

As a person who has not seen through wealth and fame, there is no way not to be nervous at this time.

"Don't worry, relax. The Prime Minister is very approachable, and besides, don't just say clichés," the Vice President nodded.

"Thank you, Dean,"

Actually, about this. Feng Yiping and the others also discussed last night, a college student, in front of a leader of the dean's level, saying clichés, too much, and the dean is famous for his hard work, and he doesn't like those empty words.

The car finally stopped in front of Building 17, its other name, Fang Fei Yuan, Feng Yiping is quite familiar, and the later six-party talks were held here.

Following behind the three school leaders, after a few posts, the last one, according to the requirements, put all the belongings on his body into a small box, expressionless, wearing a black suit, the guard with a headset signaled the bag he was carrying, Feng Yiping handed it over and explained, "It's all books,"

Inside are the books he wrote and the ten issues of the magazines that have been published, especially the magazines, and you say, if the dean read them and casually boasted about them, how beautiful would it be! How much promotion work can you do for him?

However, he really thought too much, this was not a simple visit to the door or visiting relatives, the guard uncle still took it with a blank face, and put it together with his other belongings, and his wishful thinking was declared unsuccessful!

The vice dean who was waiting in front smiled, "Let's go,"

This is a small conference room, Feng Yiping didn't have time to look at the layout of the room, his eyes were firmly attracted by the old man standing in the room - in fact, from the outside, he really doesn't look old!

Following the school leader, Feng Yiping walked over to shake hands in a little dazed, I don't know how the three people in front of him felt, he was really nervous.

Yesterday at home, a lot of greetings were discussed, but now, Feng Yiping seems to have only said dryly, "Hello dean!"

But I still have the mind to think that the scene of me shaking hands with the dean will be filmed, and I will receive the photo!

The dean shook his hand twice, and patted his hand, "Hello Yiping-san! You are very good! In the past two days, I have heard people from various countries mention your book more than once,"

"The dean said I'm good!" Feng Yiping repeatedly admonished himself to be honest, to be humble, and not to laugh, but he still couldn't help but show joy on his face, and said a little incoherently, "Thank you, Dean,"

Next to the dean, there was a lady, fortunately, Feng Yiping also knew her, now the Minister of Education, and later the State Councilor, at this time she also smiled and said to him, "Hello Xiao Feng!"

"Hello minister!" Feng Yiping bowed his head and shook hands with her with sincerity and fear, this is also a rare figure in ordinary times, let alone such a close contact now.

"Sit down," the dean beckoned.

It was not a formal meeting, there were a few single sofas in a circle in the reception room, Feng Yiping, a young man, was naturally the one farthest away from the dean, but he didn't have the heart to listen to the conversation of the leaders, and kept staring at the dean.

The dean is well maintained, although he is more than a round older than his father, but he looks really younger than his father, and the most distinctive thing should be his eyebrows, which are very short, and from the shape, they look like two hills.

I felt that the dean didn't speak to the school leaders for a few minutes, so he asked himself, "Xiao Feng, when will your Blue Ocean Strategy be published in China?"

"Soon, Dean," Feng Yiping sat up straight, "I'm talking to the publishing house,"

"That's good, you are young, not only do you study well, you also have achievements in entrepreneurship, and you have your own business theory, not simple, you must be very attentive, but you must not be proud, you must remember, you must be rigorous in your studies, and you must be solid in your work,"

"I remember, Dean," Feng Yiping said respectfully.

"I see that you have already set up a lot of companies, and you are also a small successful person, so tell us about your plan?" The dean crossed his legs, unbuttoned his suit, leaned back on the sofa and asked with a smile.

The school secretary interjected with a smile, "The prime minister has limited time, so you can talk about it briefly," (to be continued......)