"Hi, everyone," Feng Yiping smiled and signaled to the men and women watching him.

If it were before, these guys sitting here would be the objects he would be very envious, with first-class company, first-class treatment, and first-class working environment.

After Google goes public, the options they get that seem inconspicuous now will become a huge fortune in the future.

But now, these old Google employees who are generally older than him are looking up to themselves.

Wealth often does not represent anything - unless the number is large enough.

Feng Yiping's book, the cloud computing proposed by Feng Yiping, is nothing in front of his personal investment of 150 million US dollars.

In a society like the United States, a junior student who is still a third-year student has at least $100 million in wealth, so this person will undoubtedly be admired by many people.

From the floor-to-ceiling window, I saw Mayer seemingly discussing work with several people. Feng Yiping knocked on the door. After a while, there was no movement. He was about to open the door by himself. A San brother in a hooded sweatshirt helped him open the door, nodded to him, and then hurried back to his original seat to sit down.

The process in the office was not interrupted. A guy who didn't know whether he had a beard or hadn't shaved for many days, but his face was messy and spoke quickly to Mayer at the computer. There were too many professional words mixed in it. Feng Yiping, who had never learned programming, couldn't understand it very much.

I'm so busy, I'd better come back later. He smiled and shook his head. Mayer over there still didn't raise his head. He was listening to his subordinates' reports attentively, but seemed to see Feng Yiping's expression. He pointed at him at the sofa by the wall. Are you asking me to sit?

After looking at it for a while, Feng Yiping understood that this was not a discussion of work, but a report on work. When the bearded man finished speaking, Mayer picked up a piece of paper. He drew something, and spoke quickly to the first, second and third of the paper. Feng Yiping could understand the last sentence, "No, start over,"

When those guys who had obviously worked overtime for many days walked out like a betrayal, Mayer gathered the stalls on the table and asked Feng Yiping with a smile, "Is there anything wrong? Wait," she lay on the door frame and shouted outside, "Turn the phone in ten minutes,"

When she closed the door, she crossed her hands and stretched her waist beautifully. The tight beige sweater lifted up with this movement. A dazzling white waist was revealed in the middle, and her navel could be seen.

Feng Yiping felt a little embarrassed, turned his eyes to one side, and suddenly felt something was hurting behind the pillow. He reached in and touched it. A plastic bag wrapped in two pieces of bread that had obviously bitten a few bites. The bread had become hard. Is this a cultural relic from that day?

"Don't throw the trash can, I don't know who put it there,"

Mayer said casually.

There seemed to be something inside, Feng Yiping reached out and pulled out a white T-shirt, mixed with sweat and fragrance. Is that? He looked at Mayer.

Mayer was almost choking while drinking coffee. Two red clouds quickly flew out of his face. He snatched the clothes without saying a word and stuffed them behind him. He seemed to feel inappropriate, and kneaded the awkward clothes into a ball and stuffed them into his bag on the cabinet behind the desk.

Turning around, he looked as usual, "Director, do you have something to do?"

"It's something. I need your help," Feng Yiping said his request carefully. "I believe you recommended by Page and the others. I wonder if you can squeeze out some time?"

When he said this, Feng Yiping couldn't help but look at Mayer's chest. It looked like there was no need to squeeze, there should be a groove.

It's really not his fault. He is a man who is full of energy and has been a couple for a long time. He has been a monk for seven or eight months. He has some small ideas, which is reasonable.

Girls are always very sensitive to such gazes. They turned their bodies to one side first, but they immediately turned to him. As they turned side after side, they could clearly see that piece was rippling.

Feng Yiping turned his eyes out the window with a little guilty conscience. Mayer smiled proudly, got up and lay on the table, turned the monitor of the Apple G4, and used the mouse to look through the schedule. "Start at 3 o'clock, there are two reports, then we can set off at 3:30 and go to your company,"

"Well, OK," Feng Yiping responded casually, but his mind was completely out of his mind.

Looking at the round piece in front of me, I looked like a full moon or a peach? Just look at it, the conclusions you may have come to are not accurate enough, so it is best to touch it to be accurate.

Damn, am I going to be obsessed with?

He forced himself to turn his eyes out the window. Mayer smiled and turned around. He happened to see Feng Yiping slowly but firmly turning his eyes out the window again. He understood something and turned his waist deliberately.

However, Feng Yiping didn't see this place. In order not to make his voice sound dry, he lowered his head and drank a sip of coffee, "Two reports, is half an hour enough?"

"It must be enough. For a report, I usually give them up to 10 minutes."

They are all guys with personality and toughness.

"Then I'll wait for you in the parking lot when I go,"

After leaving Mayer's office, Feng Yiping remembered that didn't Brynn ask him to prepare a lot of rewards? Mayer seemed to have not mentioned it at all.

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At three o'clock, Feng Yiping, who was waiting at the door, watched Mayer put on a beige windbreaker outside his short skirt sweater, and walked out quickly with the bag, "Let's go,"

However, Mayer looked at his Beetle, stuffed the car key into his bag, and then stuffed the bag to Feng Yiping, "Give me the key, I've wanted to drive your car for a long time."

Can I say no? Feng Yiping hesitated for a moment, "Then I'll drive your Beetle,"

"No, I won't let boys touch my car,"

"Come on, hurry up," the other side trotted towards Yajun with the key.

Yes, it seems that this woman was also a very luxurious guy later. From houses, to clothes, to bags, they were all luxury brands, and it was normal for them to like Yajun.

"It's so powerful," Mayer said a little excitedly.

"I've wanted to ask, why do you want to choose such an old car at a young age?"

"Are you old? I don't think it's elegant,"

"Elegant, maybe, but I always feel that it matches people of my dad's age, but it's quite comfortable to ride," she shook her body.

"I'm sorry," Feng Yiping took out the vibrating phone in his pocket, "Hello!"

On the other side of the phone, a female voice asked, "Is it Yibingfeng?"

You are a cake, your whole family is a cake, "I am, who are you?"

"Hello, I am Kelly, the secretary of Mr. Palmisano, President of ibm. Mr. Palmisano. I look forward to you coming to our company and having an exchange with us on the cloud computing you proposed. I would like to ask Mr. Feng when will it be convenient for you recently?"

"Sorry, I haven't been very convenient for me recently, sorry," Feng Yiping hung up the phone.

"Girls? Not convenient? Isn't that a problem?" Mayer smiled gossipy.

"I was not interested in talking about cloud computing by the secretary of the new president of ibm," said Feng Yiping.

"Blue giant," Mayer glanced at Feng Yiping, "If you go there, I think Mr. Jobs will definitely not be very happy,"

Feng Yiping was not because of this. Google invited him, but the founder came to him personally. Jobs asked an acquaintance. You, a secretary of ibm, called me and asked me to come over? How about the Blue Giant? Sorry, I'm not just your temper.

Nextdoor office building, "Mike, colleagues, this is Ms. Marissa Mayer, who is responsible for image design of Google. I have commissioned her to improve the image design of our website. Please cooperate,"

Although the person who was originally in charge of this area was a little angry, this was the boss's decision. What can they do if they have any opinions?

Mayer is not polite, "Mike, right? I'm very tight, please give me a table,"

"Okay, please, here,"

Feng Yiping chased after him, "Mayer, thank you. If you have any comments, you can tell Mike directly that I have to go to school now."

Mayer waved his hand at Mike and leaned over, "Call me Marisa! I will help you improve the image design of the website for free. Wouldn't you invite me to dinner at night?"

"Sorry, you know that Jingping can't live without people. In two days, I'll invite you to visit your house or cook, how about it? Tonight, I'll ask Mike to invite you to dinner, or call Page?"

"Go ahead!" Mayer gave him an angry back and finally didn't raise his middle finger.

Now this is a bit obsessed with the season, Feng Yiping is really afraid to treat her to a meal alone.

After dinner, Mayer didn't drive, so he would definitely have to take her home. Then, if she invites herself in and sit, would she go in, go in, or go in?

Feng Yiping is younger and stronger than Comrade Liu Xiahui, who has been passed down through the ages. He is young and strong and angry. He is in love with the beauty. He cannot be confused.

If you don’t make any mistakes, you can only avoid facing such temptations. (To be continued.)

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