'Everything is fine,' Feng Yiping said, smiling as he carefully went through the plans in front of him and comnted to Xiao Cai and the rest of the won's army from ti to ti. For example, the pink colour was used very effectively and was just right, and the partition with a landscape painting in the office area was very Chinese and desirable.
Xiao Cai and the other won were really motivated, so much so that they ca up with several proposals in a short space of ti.
'Your proposals have given a full sense of your unique, feminine, sensitive side,'
Xiao Cai, who had had more contact with Feng Yiping, instinctively felt that the next words would not be kind. Sure enough, Feng Yiping looked down at the proposals with interest, as if they were very good and attractive, and he was very satisfied. Then he said in a soft voice, 'However, they need to be used in the right place,'
As soon as these words were uttered, the girls surrounding him imdiately turned into at least a hundred ducks, 'Where is it not appropriate?' 'Why is it not appropriate?' ...
Feng Yiping could not defend himself, raising his hands in supplication, 'I said, sisters, this is a design company, not a boudoir, nor a teahouse, okay?'
Their proposals were indeed good, but they only focused on bringing their own strengths into play, and they did so too hard, really deviating sowhat from the company's main objective.
Seeing that the won had cald down, Feng Yiping promptly played the good guy, saying, 'Bla , bla ! Bla for not making the main idea clear. I think that a design company like ours, which aspires to be among the world's most advanced design companies, should uphold the principle that minimalism is beautiful in this era. Of course, it also needs to be modern. Therefore, the design of the office area should best reflect this principle of ours.'
College students are full of the spirit of debate, and won are especially vocal. Naturally, his words once again attracted a lot of skepticism.
Feng Yiping sighed. College girls who don't respect their boss are really not good designers. Beauty is such a profound thing, and naturally everyone has their own standards. But shouldn't the ultimate standard be mine as the boss?
But for the ti being, he was outnumbered. He was outgunned by forty hands, and of course one mouth could not argue with dozens of mouths. He made up his mind that he would never again walk into a tiger's mouth and put himself in the middle of so many girls.
He looked at his only acquaintance, Xiao Cai, who was also indignant and denouncing him. What a mistake, why did he co alone?
Fortunately, there is always a way out, and the phone rang very promptly at this ti. Looking at the unfamiliar number on the screen, Feng Yiping said seriously, 'I'm sorry, this is an important call, I have to take it. Thanks everyone!' While saying this, he bowed his head and lowered his waist, and finally broke through the siege ring.
The phone stubbornly continued to ring. Unlike the nuisance calls that would co flooding in later, phone bills were expensive, especially for mobile phones, and they were also two-way charges. Besides, even if it was a nuisance call, he had to answer it to save his own skin, so he answered without hesitation.
On the other end was a female voice with a very distinctive tone. 'Hello, are you Feng Yiping? I'm Xiang Xiaofang, a reporter for the school newspaper New Tsinghua, and I'd like to interview you. Is today a convenient ti for you?'
'Interview ? About what?' Feng Yiping asked.
Of course he knew about the school newspaper. It had been founded 26 years ago and was now published every Friday with a print run of over 7,000 copies. It was the most authoritative information carrier at the university.
'We understand that you have rented thousands of square tres of office space in the Science and Technology Park to start your own business, and we would like to interview you about this.'
Of course he wants to do it. He wants to use the companies in the science and technology park as a window to attract outstanding students from the university to join them. The school newspaper is equivalent to free publicity, so why not?
Besides, who hasn't experienced the mobile Internet era and knows the importance of publicity?
"Okay, but it's not convenient today, is tomorrow okay?'
'Tomorrow is fine,'
but there was disagreent over the location of the interview. The reporter preferred to go to the east courtyard of the Gongzi Hall, where the school newspaper was based, but Feng Yiping felt that this was their ho turf and there was always a sense of being judged. So he suggested, 'I also have an office in the capital, why don't you co and visit?'
It's reassuring to be in your ho stadium. Besides, if you ntion 7-Eleven in passing, isn't that free advertising again?
Xiang Xiaofang and the others had already done so background research on Feng Yiping, and they were originally quite interested in his entrepreneurial story. After hearing this proposal, they imdiately agreed.
After hanging up the phone, Feng Yiping felt a little sad. He really wasn't doing well for himself. If he looked at his colleagues who had also been reborn, they were often reported on by the provincial stations, and it was not unusual for them to appear on the CCTV news. They would not stop reporting for ten minutes or so. It was even more common for them to appear in the newspapers. Every now and then, they would make so kind of noise, and major newspapers at ho and abroad would be waiting in line to interview them.
Compare yourself to that: you've been on TV, but only on a local station, and the newspapers are mainly from the city as well. Now, you've finally got an interview, but it's with the school newspaper, and it's not even the school's other nationally and internationally published Tsinghua University Journal. Really, I'm ashad!
Xiang Xiaofang is a second-year student in the Departnt of Communication. She looks a lot like Shen Aojun, with her centre-parted hair and ponytail, and she dresses quite plainly. However, she is wearing a pair of tortoiseshell glasses that were fashionable at the ti but now look a little old-fashioned. If they are real, they are not cheap.
Following her is a senior student carrying a cara bag and a tripod. He is very protective of flowers. He says he is in the Departnt of Psychology. The combination of the Departnt of Communication and the Departnt of Psychology is supposed to be quite effective.
When they got in the car, Xiang Xiaofang didn't say anything, but Zhao Heng praised, 'Nice car,'
and Feng Yiping laughed and replied, "Your na is even better," if he rembered correctly, there was a governnt official in the Northern Song Dynasty who also seed to have that na.
'Oh, you like history too?' Zhao Heng was interested.
'I don't know if I like it, but ancient history, no dynasty ever ended well, and modern history is even more frustrating to read about,'
They were having a good chat, but Xiang Xiaofang, a journalist, was quiet. Feng Yiping was a little puzzled. A silent type obviously couldn't be a journalist. Could it be that she was just saving her strength?
When they arrived at the small building where Yao Jia worked, Xiang Xiaofang spoke for the first ti. 'This building is all owned by your company? It's quite big,'
'Haha, you'll see,'
Sure enough, after looking at the crowded office area, especially Feng Yiping's tiny office, they were convinced that Feng Yiping really wasn't taking advantage of the school by renting such a large place.
This was Feng Yiping's first ti bringing soone to the company, a beautiful woman, and the other person was carrying such a large tripod. The employees were more or less interested, and after so discussion, they finally pushed Fang Yingzhi, who dealt with Feng Yiping more often, to co out and serve tea, mainly to find out what these two people were up to.
When Fang Yingzhi knocked on the door, Feng Yiping was sternly refusing Zhao Heng's request for him to strike a pose behind his desk.
Co on, those middle-aged n, solemnly posing behind their desks with pens in their hands and smiling at the cara, or in front of bookshelves with a book in their hands and their eyes also looking at the cara, are just so tacky, okay? How can they suit him, a good young man of the new century?
'Co in,' Feng Yiping said, looking at Fang Yingzhi standing in the doorway when he heard a knock on the door.
'Please have so tea, Mr Feng. Who are these two?' Fang Yingzhi asked, slightly curious.
'Tell everyone not to gossip anymore, these two are reporters from our school newspaper,' Feng Yiping said with a smile.
'Oh, you two are here to interview our general manager Feng, right? Our general manager really works hard, not only does he study hard, but he also handles company affairs every day after school, and often works late into the night...' Fang Yingzhi didn't care about consequences, and just praised Feng Yiping in front of the reporters.
Feng Yiping couldn't help but laugh and pushed her out, 'Okay, go out and work,'
Zhao Heng winked and asked aningfully, 'Secretary?'
'Brother, you're not being pure. I don't need a secretary. The staff in our marketing departnt are my girlfriend's alumni and usually help with so reception work,' Feng Yiping explained with a smile, mainly directed at the reporter.
When it cos to beautiful won eting, they are always jealous. Just now, when Fang Yingzhi ca in, Xiang Xiaofang also imdiately perked up.
'Do we really have to put a photo? If we do, let's go back to school and take so,' he thought to himself that a bright and beautiful young man like him would look better with the outdoor scenery.
'Okay, let's go back to school,' Xiang Xiaofang said, and Feng Yiping put a voice recorder in front of him.
'Okay,' Feng Yiping sat on the sofa under the small window with her, Zhao Heng sat across from them with a tripod supporting the cara.
Xiang Xiaofang, who had entered into her work mode, seed like a different person, full of energy and enthusiasm. 'Classmate Yiping, as we understand it, your hotown is an old revolutionary base area, and your parents are ordinary farrs, is that right?'
'Yes, let correct you. It's not my hotown, my ho is in the countryside. My household registration has not been transferred to the school, and I am still there now and will always be there in the future. My parents are authentic farrs,'
'As far as we know, the area where you co from is relatively poor, isn't it?' Xiang Xiaofang asked.
'Yes, our place is an underdeveloped area. Our county is still a national poverty-stricken county, and among the nine counties in the district under the jurisdiction of our city, five are national poverty-stricken counties, all of which are located in mountainous areas and are generally dominated by agriculture. However, you can't live off the land,'
Xiang Xiaofang nodded as she listened, and then asked a very pointed question: 'We all want to know, with a background like your family's, why has there been such a big change in just a few years? Where did your first pot of gold co from?'
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