'You said it yourself, why don't more people co and insult our magazine?' After arranging the funds at the bank and returning to the hotel, Feng Yiping lay on the sofa in front of the French windows, his head resting on Huang Jingping's lap, eating the grapes she fed him and looking out at Victoria Harbour below, still thinking about whether there were lots of supermodels with long legs on those yachts. He asked Huang Jingping with so disappointnt.
'I don't care if they insult us, it'll be over in a couple of days, and then people will be praising our unique taste,' Huang Jingping carefully peeled the skin off the grapes, eating one herself and feeding him one.
Through Feng Yiping's explanation, she also understood that sotis, especially for a magazine, being scolded by more people actually ans more attention.
'Precisely for this reason, I hope that more people will scold us. Just imagine, now that we have clearly said that the wolf is coming, they are unhappy and refute with their necks sticking out. Then a few days later, just as we said, the wolf really cos, isn't that equivalent to them slapping their own faces? That scene, just imagine how interesting it will be!'
Unfortunately, the only people refuting their views are those from small, regional publications with little influence, and so obscure websites. If the giants, such as Slightly Soft and Big Blue, were to criticise them at this ti, what great advertising it would be!
In order to get more attention for the magazine when the internet bubble bursts, and to make more people realise the foresight and authority of Frontier magazine, Feng Yiping doesn't mind their magazine being the target of criticism.
Because the more fiercely they are denounced now, the greater the contrast will be when the bubble bursts.
However, this is just his wishful thinking, like a child who has just spoken, saying to a group of strongn whose careers are just taking off, 'Hey, you're going to lose soon!'
The sound was loud, the child's voice was small, and there were not many strongn who could hear his words. Most of those who heard them just took them as a joke and ignored them. Only a very few responded to him.
Friday, March 10.
For most people, such as those working for Internet companies or related companies, this is an unbeatable day.
The old boy Alan Greenspan at the Federal Reserve has raised interest rates again, and it doesn't matter. Although the court has not yet announced its decision, everyone knows that the final outco of the federal governnt's lawsuit against Microsoft's monopoly will be a monopoly, and that doesn't matter either.
Because the Nasdaq Composite Index today reached a high of 5,132.52, more than double its 1999 level, there is nothing to worry about.
The executives are thinking about which island they want to go to this weekend to soak up so sun on the beach, while the ordinary employees are thinking about which club they want to go to play golf. Those who quit their jobs to trade stocks full-ti are looking at their considerable gains and wondering whether to buy a house or a new car.
Feng Yiping and Huang Jingping were eating a dium-rare steak and drinking Burgundy in the hotel restaurant. The news they had just browsed online and the articles in the evening papers from all over the country were still full of praise.
He felt sorry for these blindly optimistic people. They must not have studied our Zhouyi, so they don't know what it ans to turn adversity into prosperity, and they haven't read Laozi, so they don't know that 'misfortune is the foundation of good fortune'.
But that's good, a chorus of praise, only they are the only ones singing doom, otherwise, how can they claim to have the unique and accurate insight of Frontier magazine?
However, this ti, he was not the only one paying attention to the Internet market.
In the magazine office, Bao Zhuoyuan looked at the report on Yahoo and dialed Feng Yiping's phone number. However, before he could get a word in edgewise, he said, 'Yiping, have you eaten yet?'
'I'm eating now. You're still in the office, do you want to co over and join ?'
Bao Zhuoyuan looked at the Nasdaq Composite Index, which had closed at 5048.62, and thought about the latest issue of the magazine, which clearly pointed out that there was a high probability that the Internet bubble would burst in mid-March. He thought about how he was about to grow old and still couldn't keep his integrity, and that he might beco a laughing stock in the industry. He had no appetite at all. 'No, I promised my wife today that I would go ho and drink soup.'
The secretary outside also saw this report, and suddenly she lost her interest in going shopping with her best friend. She saw the lights in Bao Zhuoyuan's office go out. After waiting for a while, she saw no one co out, so she was a little worried and went over to knock on the door. 'Mr. Bao,'
but there was no response. She pushed open the door and saw, in the fluorescent light of the computer, Bao Zhuoyuan smoking so cigarettes he had sohow managed to get his hands on. The smoke curled up, and his face appeared and disappeared in the light.
'Mr. Bao, are you okay?'
'I'm fine, let's go, I'm going ho too,' Bao Zhuoyuan took a book and waved it, picked up his briefcase and walked out with his secretary. He saw the staff in the office who must also know the news and were therefore looking miserable, but he still greeted them with a smile.
He knew that this weekend would be a difficult one for many people at the magazine, and perhaps so would be looking for another job.
'Wu, do you live on your own? Is the rent high? Do you have any savings or investnts?' He asked his secretary as an older person would, not knowing what the young girl would do if she lost her job, which was how she made a living.
In the capital city, Jin Ling also saw related reports and was a little unsettled. She rejected Fang Yingzhi's invitation to dinner and several tis wanted to call Feng Yiping to ask about the progress, but in the end she didn't call. She had great faith in Feng Yiping's judgnt, but the current situation was indeed very good.
However, Yiping was so confident! She suddenly had a bright idea. Could it be that today's figure is the highest and will decline afterwards? It must be! She stood up excitedly and took a few steps.
Zheng Boxun, who had been paying attention to this information since the New Year, of course wouldn't miss this news. He called his daughter with a heavy heart. Perhaps Zheng Jiayi was the only one who didn't care about or worry about this. At this ti, she was mindlessly shopping with her roommate in the sa dormitory. 'Dad, yes, a day before yesterday, Yiping called before he left. Well, I'm not going ho this weekend, and I'm not going back to grandpa's house tonight. Yes, I'll eat out and go shopping later,'
'Then please be careful!' Zheng Bosong said, trying not to influence her.
However, he of course couldn't relax, and as a result, when cooking in the evening, he didn't perform very well. Mayor Fang felt that this was completely not up to his usual standard, and after taking a few bites, he asked him, 'Zheng, have you been busy recently? Are you too tired? Tomorrow, why don't we go to a rest ho to relax?'
'It's fine, I was on the phone with my daughter while cooking, so I might have been a bit negligent. Why don't we just throw this away and go eat outside?'
'That's good. Where do you want to go?'
'The riverside, to catch so breeze,'
Mayor Fang concluded that her husband was up to sothing. The river breeze at this ti of year was not very gentle, but quite cool.
Of course, Feng Yiping was more relaxed than Zheng Jiayi, who had no heart and no lungs.
He was in a very good mood, and after dinner he took Huang Jingping to the cinema to see the Jas Bond film 'The World Is Not Enough'. Sophie Marceau was in her pri at the ti, and her charm was irresistible. The new Bond girl was overshadowed by the French goddess, but she never really caught on. In the end, she was reduced to playing bit parts in movies and TV dramas. Dennis Richards was actually quite good-looking.
After watching the movie, it wasn't over yet. Afterwards, he took Huang Jingping to the Lan Kwai Fong bar, which she had always longed to visit, and had a few drinks. After returning to the hotel, despite Huang Jingping's objections, he turned off the lights in the room and took her in front of the French windows for a passionate encounter.
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