Feng Yiping stood in front of Google Building with his hands in his arms again and watched everyone come and go. Seeing him looking thoughtful, no one came to disturb him until someone bumped his shoulder.

He looked back, no one? But someone patted his shoulder on the other side.

Without asking, there is no other candidate except Bollinger for doing such a thing.

Sure enough, before he could turn around again, Brin had already appeared in front of him, stepping on the skateboard under his feet, and his hands were shaking in front of Feng Yiping, "What are you thinking?"

"Or?" He also glanced among the people passing by, "Which of our employees have you ever taken a fancy to?"

"I value you, are you willing to come here?" Feng Yiping said.

"Sorry, I'm only interested in searching," Brynn looked steadfast. "I won't leave my current job until the perfect search product is made."

"What after I made it?" Feng Yiping asked.

"At that time, it was time for me to retire and enjoy my life. I would take Anna and my children to travel around the world," Bryn looked ahead with his eyes lit up, as if that day was right in front of me.

"By the way, skiing around, right," Feng Yiping added.

"You know me," Bryn gave a thumbs up, patted him on his shoulder, and pushed him in, "and I hope I can go around in space by then."

Well, these guys who have reached the peak of their lives think that the earth is too much tolerate them, their dreams and beliefs.

Brin pushed Feng Yiping into his office, threw away the skateboard, took two bottles of mineral water, threw one for Feng Yiping, and lay on the sofa with a bottle, "Tell me, why were you worried just now?"

"Didn't you solve all the problems smoothly? Look, the news of the Android conference is now flying everywhere, and more and more California congressmen are expressing their expectations for Android,"

"Jobs and Apple are still silent,"

"The conspiracy of those guys on Wall Street has actually failed, right? Is there anything else you have to worry about?"

"I'm not worried, man," Feng Yiping patted his legs and sat in the empty place he had. "I'm just feeling a little emotional,"

"Okay, it's emotion again," Bryn sat up helplessly, "Tell me, what's the emotion?"

"What I feel is that how much trouble a company like Google, which was founded by two Americans, saves?" Feng Yiping said.

"It's true," Blin looked at Feng Yiping with some sympathy. He naturally knew what Feng Yiping was busy with recently and why the guys on Wall Street were targeting him.

"However," he hugged Feng Yiping's shoulder with a smile, "It's simpler to solve this problem, but isn't it enough for you to become an American citizen?"

"You see, the US government will definitely welcome high-end people like you to naturalize. In this way, your business in the United States will not be targeted by some people because of this,"

"And, according to our understanding, after you become a US citizen, it will not affect the development of your company in China. Instead, because you are a foreigner, your company in China will enjoy more preferential policies."

Because of Google China, he now has a certain understanding of domestic investment promotion policies.

Feng Yiping really has nothing to say about this.

Judging from the current situation, foreign-funded enterprises do enjoy super-national treatment.

Even under some current domestic systems, you can invest in your registered residence, for example, if you invest in your county, and you will enjoy less preferential treatment than those who come to your county to invest in other counties.

Of course, Feng Yiping's domestic company was registered as a joint venture from the beginning. As the saying goes, there are policies from the top and countermeasures from the bottom.

Brin was still bewitching, "Look, I turned out to be a Soviet,"

He turned out to be a Soviet.

He was born in Moscow in 197, but when he was 6 years old, he immigrated to the United States with his parents.

"Your motherland is not here
Chapter completed!