Vol 6 Chapter 395: Picking up eggs and nonsense

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At 8 o'clock in the morning, near the famous little train in Los Gatos, Silicon Valley, there was already a sea of ​​joy.

Lots of little guys in new clothes and various hats, carrying all kinds of kegs and baskets, squeezed in a small venue, watching eagerly at being dressed up as an animation The Thomas Train, which is the same image in the film, just waits to let them in.

Vincent wore a small yellow hunting suit with extraordinary spirit. If it weren't for a fluffy white rabbit on his head, which would block a lot of his demeanor, he would surely be taken from the hundreds of little guys at a glance. recognize.

The little guy was a little anxious at this time, and kept shaking his mother's hand and asked, "Are you here?" "Why haven't you arrived yet?"

Ma Ling started to look at the parking lot from time to time. After the little guy urged him for five or six times, he squatted down and said to him seriously, "Vincent, first of all, there is time; second, the more so. The more you have to be patient, remember?"

"Oh," the little guy promised to feel aggrieved, but after that, he really relaxed.

Holding Ma Ling in one hand, and holding the small bucket in the other hand, it swayed, looking at the children who wished to squeeze into the train now, with a calm expression.

Ma Ling saw the change in his son and squeezed his face lightly.

Vincent looked up and smiled, and suddenly pointed to the front, "Here,"

"Come?" Ma Ling took a lot of effort and opened his eyes wide. Only in that dazzling hat did he find Feng Yiping holding Amanda's hand, and Vincent had already Flew over and reached out to touch the petals on Amanda's head.

Ma Ling really couldn't figure it out, his vision was so low, how could he spot the father and daughter so early?

However, she couldn't help laughing when she looked at Feng Yiping like that.

"Happy Easter!" Feng Yiping took a child in one hand, walked to her with a smile, quickly took off the pink bunny ears on his head, "Give you a present,"

This was originally prepared by him for Ma Ling, but who asked Amanda to show Dai Dai?

"I think it is more suitable for you to wear this," Ma Ling put it on his head, adjusted it, and glanced at Feng Yiping, "Does it look good?"

Feng Yiping exaggeratedly touched his heart, "My heart is almost cute by you,"

The two children glanced at the two innocent adults, and both turned their eyes to the little train. It was just a bunny ear. Is it that exaggeration?

I really don’t understand your adults’ routines!

"There are no wolves in the world, but since there were rabbits like you, there have been wolves," Feng Yiping had just finished speaking. Before Ma Ling had time to comment, express his attitude, or react, the two children took their hands. ,"It's time!"

At the entrance in front, the smiling staff had already opened the door, and a large group of children rushed towards that side shouting, Ma Ling hurriedly kissed Feng Yiping on the face, "I will reward you later,"

Feng Yiping smiled and said that he was rewarded.

"Dad, hurry up," Amanda pulled him forward, as did Vincent on the other side, "the eggs will be gone later,"

Ma Ling laughed again, Feng Yiping's face went dark, how do you say this kid?

In short, their journey of picking eggs on a small train officially began at this time.

And at this time, many places in the United States started games related to "eggs".

By next Monday, the gate of the White House will be more lively than Feng Yiping and the others.

By then, there should be thousands of parents from all over the United States lining up at night, just to grab a ticket for their children to enter the White House South Lawn to participate in the "Fuck the Egg Festival."

Amanda and Vincent are undoubtedly happy. They can go to Man Tingfang to pick them up again in the small train and participate in the go-ahead contest.

Feng Yiping sincerely felt that the reason why the little family queens are so clear about the origin of Easter must be because of the joy this holiday brings to them.

But in this day when the children are very happy, and even the adults are very happy, the scheming Lauder is not happy at all.

He was in a pretty good mood today. The adverse effects brought by Bear Stearns are now gradually subsiding. At least for now, Goldman Sachs is not facing any imminent crisis.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of Easter, he has been exhausted recently to come to the newly built Liberty National Golf Course beside the Hudson River to relax his swing.

The hardware theory of this stadium has precipitated. It is currently in New York, which can only be considered average, but the victory is that the Statue of Liberty is right in front of you, and Manhattan is opposite.

At this time, Lauder instinctively did not want to be too far away from Manhattan.

His performance today was OK, but a whisper from the middle assistant caused him to make a mistake that he shouldn't have done: he hit the ball straight into the small lake.

"I'm sorry," he threw the cue off, took off his gloves, only hurriedly apologized to his golfer, and hurriedly walked towards the caddy, "Are you sure?"

The assistant nodded, "It's true, it's 58%."

Lauder's face sank as water, and he smashed his gloves on the golf cart. Morgan Dut was not a good thing.

The big motorcycle is not a good thing, and this little motorcycle is not a good thing either.

He would actually agree to sell them to Feng Yiping with a total loan of US$5.5 billion at a ratio of 58%.

This is such a bullshit!

Is this dizzy? When Jamie Dimon made this decision, was his brain hypoxia?

Are his eyes used to vent his breath? How could he fail to see how ambition Feng Yiping is for Hilton?

Under such circumstances, they all agreed to a ratio of 58%. Lauder really didn't understand how Jamie Dimon could sit in that position, and why Xiao Mo is still okay.

Not only was it okay, I heard that they were still not satisfied after acquiring Bear Stearns, and they were eyeing the fat of Washington Mutual Bank.

Lauder doesn't have any opinion on this, but when you take this opportunity to grow and grow, can you not affect us?

Lauder was very sure that after setting the 58% standard this time, Feng Yiping would never improve when talking to himself.

58%!

So Goldman Sachs is currently using cash to acquire these loans at a level of close to 55%. What is the profit?

It seems that it has helped Feng Yiping save the trouble of family talks.

In this way, his previous perfect calculations, what are they, funny?

Knowing this, why not just prepare to settle with Feng Yiping in cash?

If that is the case, Lauder believes that it is easier to get some benefits from Feng Yiping, such as discounting the income of their fund.

Lauder would never accept such a result.

"What's going on with them lately?" he asked his assistant.

"Feng Yiping and their representatives are also the person in charge of their fund~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The John, after reaching a deal with Dimon, is currently in contact with Lehman Brothers, I think, next will be Mei Lin," the assistant said.

After that, naturally they were Goldman Sachs and Morgan Stanley.

Lauder took the phone from his assistant and started to call Feng Yiping, but he called Feng Yiping three times before and after, but he couldn't make the call. He became more irritated and was a little suspicious. Could it be that Feng Yiping would call He called?

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Feng Yiping really didn’t know how to pinch. At this time, they had just finished their journey of picking eggs by train in Los Gatos, with a small basket and bucket full of various colored eggs, ready to go to Manting. Fang, continue to pick up eggs, and get out.

Huang Jingping was right.

These two guys looked at the eggs they picked up, really happier than unpacking the presents at Christmas.

When he was about to get in the car, just before Lauder called him, he received a call from Jin Ling. He looked at the time and said, "Why haven't you slept so late?"

"Can't sleep," Jin Ling sounded, somewhat worried.

"What's the matter?" Feng Yiping waved to Ma Ling and the others, but did not get into the car.

"Yan Zhida's business is done," Jin Ling said.

"Oh, thanks, but what's wrong with you?"

At this time, it was two or three in the morning in China.

"I heard about something in the evening," Jin Ling said. "There is a man who has suffered a lot of mental confusion recently because of stock losses. I don't know what he thinks. Yesterday afternoon, he kept calling 110 to the police and asked the police to help rescue the market. ..."

This is really a plot that ordinary screenwriters can't make up their brains. This should have been a thing that makes people laugh, but Feng Yiping really couldn't laugh for a while.

He looked at the children with bright smiles around him, this world...