But no matter what, Feng Yiping, who was standing next to Paulson at the time of the incident, was always unrelated. He and Paulson's wife Wendy shared a bloody forehead with the US Treasury Secretary on the Great Wall while he was on the way to the medical staff.

The first call was Mr. Zhou, who had just called not long ago, "What's wrong?" Mr. Zhou asked.

Feng Yiping seemed to feel that Teacher Zhou was also holding back her laughter. Feng Yiping was really helpless, "I just didn't want to touch her for a moment."

Why can’t everyone help but make additional interpretations?

He didn't think about when it was now and who they were.

When he accompanied Paulson to the hospital for examination, he finally returned to the business district and found that there were more people who were very enthusiastic about gossiping. Before they could speak, he made a very solemn statement, "It's not me, it has nothing to do with me."

"Really?" Several people answered with a smile in unison.

Old Drucker even spoke with encouragement, "Feng, it's okay, admit it, don't worry, this will never affect your image,"

"You know, whether it is Goldman Sachs or Bush's Treasury Department, Paulson is a dislike for many people,"

Feng Yiping looked at this old white man who was over 70 years old and thought to himself, why do you mean a little bit beautiful?

Haha, but I like your straightforwardness.

Let’s look at the other Americans present, whether it is a woman like Sandberg or a guy like Cummins who has had contact with Paulson, the reaction at this time was the same. Feng Yiping was really a little worried that Paulson was not worth it. Why do you have to be the Secretary of Finance for more than a year?

"It really has nothing to do with me," he once again seriously distanced himself from it.

Jin Ling and the others kept laughing, and Zhou Xingyu said, "Mr. Feng, there are already many people calling you a hero again because of this incident."

"Feng Yingxiong, the US Treasury Secretary hit the city wall in just a few words, awesome!" He gave a thumbs up and shouted at Feng Yiping.

Feng Yiping felt that this was really a praising. If the American people saw this statement, it would not be very wonderful.

As a senior vice president, why don’t you have any sensitivity in this regard?

"It doesn't matter what I say to you. My relationship with Paulson is pretty good. The reason why he hits his head is mainly because he has encountered many problems recently, and the beacon tower may be a little too low."

It would be fine if he didn't explain. After he explained this, everyone present burst into laughter. It was a joke that the beacon tower was too low.

"Yiping, you should listen to this," Lao Ma hugged his shoulder and said with a smile, "I'm here,"

"Shut," he cleared his voice and whispered in a low voice - after all, he still has to care about the feelings of the Americans present, "When Meng Jiangnu cried, the Great Wall collapsed to 800 miles, but now Paulson bumped, the Great Wall is still unmoved, my Great Wall is magnificent!"

"In the United States, Paulson pressed Capitol Hill while talking and laughing, colloidal Wall Street, and when he arrived in China, Feng Yiping only spoke a few words, Paulson grabbed the ground with his head. Mr. Feng is awesome!"

Feng Yiping didn’t know what to say, should he say that this friend was too talented, or his subordinates were too naughty?

Perhaps, it is indeed related to Paulson, because his hair is getting less and less and there is almost no now, so the wound on his head is really impossible to cover it.

Besides, on a day like today, the ambulance placed there in advance finally came in handy, and such news can't be hidden.

In fact, many friends have compared Paulson with the Saakashvili who waved the stick to Russia, saying that they are just a pair of brothers who are in distress who are hammered and covered in blood...

In the bottom of my heart, how annoying we are about the United States!

Feng Yiping really felt that he should give Paulson a bouquet of flowers later. He was also glad for Paulson. Fortunately, he didn't understand z-text, otherwise, the blood on his head would just stop, and he would be bleeded in his heart again...

"Okay, everyone, let's talk about our arrangements during the Olympics,"

The modern Olympics are dances that athletes cannot refuse
Chapter completed!