Vol 3 Chapter 196: The development of a good man

"Feng, the new image design of our website has been released. Mr. Buchanan is very satisfied with it. Now you still need to review it." Feng Yiping, who is in the library, received a call from Mike.

Feng Yiping flipped through various books on management styles on the bookshelf, because the meeting a few days ago touched him a lot, and he felt it necessary to learn some different management styles.

"You don't have to decide these things. Why do you want me to participate?" This is also the difference between him and Jobs. He is very good at delegating power.

"Because the designer of this renovation plan is Miss Mayer you invited, you won't forget it!" Mike seemed to lower his voice.

Yes, speaking of this, Feng Yiping seems to have forgotten a little bit deliberately. Since Meyer has completed his entrustment, it is reasonable to see the final result and express his gratitude.

"Is Mayer here? Okay, I'll be there soon."

Still in Mike’s office, Marissa Mayer was reading the webpage leisurely with a cup of coffee, but she ignored Feng Yiping with a gratitude and a little flattering smile, giving Feng Yiping a warm face. The feeling of the face.

"Feng, look at it, these modifications are all suggestions from Miss Mayer," Mike gave him to his table.

Although it was recommended by Page and Brin, and she was indeed a beautiful woman, Feng Yiping still took it seriously. This is a major matter related to the website's image and cannot be sloppy.

Just looking at the interface of the website, he felt a lot more comfortable, and he asked a little confused, "Compared with the current solution, it seems that the changes are not big?"

"The basic structure is very reasonable, so there is no change, but. Do you feel that the website seems to have changed? Look," Mike excitedly gave a presentation for Feng Yiping.

It really is so, how can I say it. The original website seems to be a new female star. Although naturally beautiful, because there is no condition to hire a first-class stylist, and no condition to wear a customized dress, beauty is beautiful, but it cannot be remembered.

The current website is like the little girl who has already come out and hired a top designer to take charge of the image design. All the clothes are tailor-made, so even though I didn't go to Korea, the whole person was glamorous all at once.

However, if you look closely, you will find that it is just a change of hairstyle. The shape of the eyebrows has also been adjusted, and the clothing is more suitable. The person is still that person. There are not many changes.

"Although I can't say professionally what is good, but the overall look is really much more beautiful than the original plan, thank you! Marissa."

Marissa Mayer seems to have only noticed Feng Yiping now, "Oh, isn't this the busy boss Feng? When did you come? Do you remember me?"

It seems that that sentence is really an iron rule, no matter what a woman's mind is..., cough. No matter how big or stalwart she is, you can't expect her to be so grand. Or how generous.

Feng Yiping smiled and went to pour her coffee, "Hehe. There have been so many things these days, several companies, schools, and homes have neglected your side for a while, but this is also because I believe you can do my job well. Don’t worry about it. If it’s other people of average level, I’m sure to check it three times a day. So, speaking of it, it’s because of your outstanding ability."

"So, it's my reason?" Marissa frowned again, smiling.

"No, it's just a sincere, pure compliment to your ability, Mike, call the project team, find a restaurant, and at the same time celebrate your success, also thank Miss Marissa."

When they were bickering, Mike kept burying himself in front of the computer. At this time, he raised his head and said, "No, Feng, the project team has had dinner with Miss Mayer several times. Since you also approve of this plan, we will To work overtime to transform the website, the office has already ordered take-out."

"That's it, Marissa, I beg you tonight!"

"No, no," Mike said again, "I don't have to trouble Miss Mayer at all about things tonight, we can do it ourselves."

Feng Yiping really wanted to say that no one will treat you as dumb if you don't speak.

Mike suddenly felt that the little boss's eyes were not good, and touched his head, "Thank you again, Miss Mayer, I'm going to arrange the night's work," he ran out as if to escape.

Feng Yiping felt that this product was suspected of betraying and surrendering to the enemy, and also, beautiful women are always easy to get the support of men.

"Then Marisa, do I have the honor to have dinner with you?" Such a big coffee has helped so much, so I must treat her to dinner.

"You don't need to go home to take care of Jingping?" Marissa asked with a smile.

"If you want to eat Chinese food, then I welcome you to my house,"

Now it's a little better. Two days ago, under Mike's control, Feng Yiping and Huang Jingping hired a Mexican aunt as a nanny.

"No, I want to eat French food today."

Feng Yiping heard of toothache, just like the Koreans are proud of their kimchi. The French are too proud of their food, but they don’t like foie gras and snails. Feng Yiping doesn’t really like kimchi. What about fried rice.

But how to refuse?

"Do you have a favorite restaurant?" Feng Yiping asked.

"You decide,"

"Well, let me ask, Mike," Feng Yiping shouted outside.

Mike was holding a box of takeaway spring rolls—Vietnamese spring rolls. "High-end French restaurant, I can’t afford to book you a seat now, but you can find Mr. Fremont, he will definitely be able to solve it."

Yes, that's the earth snake.

"Can Marisa?" Feng Yiping asked while covering the phone.

"Yes," Marissa seemed a little excited.

"Then trouble you Fremont, we can be there at half past six, yes, two people,"

Marissa hurriedly stuffed the computer into her briefcase, "That's it, you come to my house to pick me up at 5:30."

Feng Yiping was taken aback, "Don't you start now?"

Marissa sneered at Feng Yiping's casual outfit, "That's a 2-star Michelin French restaurant. Do you think you can enter only by being handsome?"

I admit that I am handsome, but I have never shown off like a peacock.

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This was a dinner that impressed Feng Yiping very deeply, prompting him to immediately make a decision whether he should not come to such a French restaurant in the future.

Not bad, it's really good.

The dressed up Marisa is really bright and beautiful, the restaurant decoration is also very elegant, the service is completely impeccable, every dish is also perfect, the color and fragrance are all done to the extreme-except for many dishes that are too delicate, only one bite Portion.

Yes, they ate 20 dishes for this meal, for three hours! When I went there, the lights came on, and there were very few cars on the way back.

Naturally, it is not cheap, and it costs US$2100 in total!

But Marissa was very happy. For more than three hours, even though Feng Yiping had taken Tai Chi's dodge to the extreme, she still learned a lot of interesting aspects.

No way, in such an environment, for a beautiful woman who smiles like a flower, for many times, it is difficult to refuse to answer her questions.

In the same way, Feng Yiping also learned a lot about Marissa, her family, her hobbies, and why she said that she and Peppa are just good friends now.

Lying lazily in the co-pilot, Marissa, who had drunk a lot of alcohol, looked at the little fresh meat next to her a little bit wanton, "Say OK, after your private jet is delivered, you must serve me for free once,"

"No problem, you can take it to China," Feng Yiping said, looking ahead.

Marisa's posture at this time is very attractive, some parts are very prominent, and the simple evening dress is not covered in many places.

We are married ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ We were born in an ancient civilized country, so we must treat no evil.

In the little suffering, I finally arrived at Marissa’s house smoothly. It seems that in the United States, sending girls home is a very skillful thing. If you do it well, you can enter the room. Then, you know, if you don’t do it well, Maybe there will be no next time.

However, Feng Yiping didn't follow those essentials at all. He just went over to open the car door and quickly returned to the car, "Good night Marisa,"

Seeing him, Marisa smiled, "Good night!" Shaking her head and walking towards the house.

"Do you go home now, boss," Owen asked dryly.

"Go home," Feng Yiping said.

In fact, he really wanted to go to San Francisco and go to the nightclub that he passed by. Tonight, he especially wanted to see another art in the United States-that art is called striptease.

However, when he got home, he saw Huang Jingping sleeping soundly with her hand on her stomach under the dim night light, and all the messy thoughts disappeared. (To be continued.) (www..)