Chapter 410: Chapter 410: Picking up the new car
'Director Zheng, here, it just arrived at noon,' the young girl in the reference room looked at Zheng Bosong as he walked over with a cup in his hand, and without waiting for him to ask, she quickly handed him a magazine that had just been received.
After the New Year, Director Zheng, who was researching some new topic, became particularly interested in some overseas periodicals and magazines. He specifically asked the reference room to keep any magazines that published articles from the Internet for him.
'Newly arrived,' Zheng Bosong placed the glass on the windowsill and flipped it over. There was a place in the middle that had been deliberately folded. He looked at it and it was about the content he was concerned about.
'Thank you,'
'No need,' the little girl wanted to ask Zheng Bosong why he was so concerned about this issue, but the older sister next to her pulled her back.
At the Academy of Social Sciences, Zheng Bosong's status is very lofty, and even the dean pays him great respect. What does he care about? Why bother prying?
Zheng Bosong couldn't wait to get back to his office, so he walked while reading. The folded page contained a prediction by a British expert about the upcoming annual report of a popular Internet company. The words were full of optimism, and the expert believed that this industry, which had only emerged less than ten years ago, had great potential.
Because the statistics show that in just a few years, the wealth created by this industry has already approached the total wealth created in the first hundred years after the industrial revolution.
Zheng Boxiang had no interest in reading the content below, and returned to his over-standard office, which was bathed in sunlight. However, his mood was not bright at all. The opinions of these experts and scholars were very different from the opinions of Feng Yiping that his daughter had mentioned.
As a scholar, psychologically, he actually prefers the opinions of these foreign colleagues, but when he thinks about Feng Yiping, especially in view of the huge amount of wealth he made in the financial sector before, and since he dared to let his daughter get a share, he must be quite confident. Who should he believe?
He is still a little worried about Feng Yiping.
As for the money invested, he is not worried. Even if he loses, he believes that Feng Yiping will not let their principal suffer any loss.
However, after all, he is still a headstrong young man. If he goes about doing something with such confidence, and if he stumbles badly, I don't know if he will be able to adjust, and how long it will take him to adjust.
A young man who has had it easy all his life and has never had to face any difficulties will definitely have limited resilience. Thinking about this, he dialed Zheng Jiayi's phone number. 'At the library? Okay, I'll make this quick. It's still cold out, so wear more clothes,'
'Got it, Dad,' Zheng Jiayi walked behind a row of bookshelves and whispered into the phone, 'I'm in my twenties, I won't catch a cold,'
'Right, our Jiayi has grown up and knows how to take care of herself,'
'Dad, if there's nothing else, I'll hang up, this isn't a convenient place to call,'
'Wait, let me ask you, has Feng Yiping contacted you in the past two days?'
'We spoke on the phone a couple of days ago. He'll be leaving for Hong Kong in a few days, and he said that our profits will be ready for withdrawal by April at the latest, and he told me to go to Hong Kong and open an account there as well,' said Zheng Jiayi, a little excited.
Zheng Bosong's words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back. Forget it, there's no point in persuading him at this time.
In fact, it's just like what the poem says, 'You don't know the true face of Mount Lu, because you're in the midst of it.'
It's not just the words of later experts and professors that can't be trusted, the same goes for the current ones. To put it nicely, some of what they say is no different from what the 'masters' at the roadside fortune-telling stalls say.
For example, there is a commonality in what the experts and professors say and what the 'masters' say. It's like the saying 'one plus one equals two', which is definitely true, but what's the difference between saying it and not saying it?
For example, they say that the internet industry has great potential, which is definitely true. Anyone who knows a little about this industry knows it, and those who don't can read newspapers and magazines and feel like they know it too.
It is precisely in this regard that these experts and professors are no match for those masters who make a living by travelling around. At least the masters generally say, 'Tan Yue, you will have a hurdle, a minor disaster, and a period of low ebbs. Even if the "master" says this in order to get money out of you, at least this attitude is more rigorous and in line with the general law of development of things.
But what about the experts and professors? All they know is to say, "This is good," "This is very good," and 'This is very, very good!'
Yes, the future of the Internet industry is bright, but that doesn't mean that the industry will not have its ups and downs in the process of development. It will just keep going from 'good' to 'very good' to 'even better,' and keep going until the sky is the limit and the earth is the centre of the universe.
In fact, if Zheng Bosong continues reading, he will discover that the author gives an example of an Internet company valued at hundreds of millions of dollars that made 420,000 US dollars in the fourth quarter of last year, which is one of the reasons he is confident.
If Zheng Bosong sees this and is not swayed by the author, and can think independently, he will have more confidence in Feng Yiping.
Feng Yiping is in a bright mood, and Huang Jingping's mood is even brighter. Yesterday, they received a call from the salesperson, and this morning, they took the intercity train from the capital to the bonded port to pick up the car.
When she saw the actual car, Huang Jingping was so excited. Feng Yiping felt that she sometimes looks at him with the same kind of expression in her eyes, and the way she handled the car was so gentle that he guessed that if they had children in the future, she would hold them with the same care.
So, those who say that girls don't like machinery are dead wrong. If you don't believe me, just take them for a spin around the car market.
The car she ordered was a Volvo C70, which is currently the most expensive car in the Volvo range.
Visually, it's not as sexy as Jinling's BMW, but it's very elegant, with plenty of space. It's almost four metres and eight centimetres long, so there are two rows of seats, plenty of power, and it accelerates from zero to 100 km/h in eight seconds.
Of course, the most attractive thing is its safety features. I heard that Volvo, which focuses on safety, was very hesitant about launching a convertible because of safety issues. It wasn't until it had the ROPS and SIPS protection systems that it developed the C70 hardtop convertible for the North American market.
After completing all the formalities and hanging the temporary license plate, Huang Jingping took out the key and said to Feng Yiping, 'You drive,'
Feng Yiping smiled and sat in the passenger seat, conscious that girls really do value all kinds of firsts.
'Hey,' Huang Jingping happily got into the driver's seat, gently closed the door, consciously fastened her seat belt, skillfully started the car, and easily turned onto the street. Unlike Feng Yiping's car, this one had a lower chassis and better grip, so she had an easier time driving it.
'Why don't we go home and eat?'
'Okay,' Feng Yiping knew that she couldn't wait to try out the new car, and he understood that feeling perfectly. He remembered the day he picked up the car, and he couldn't wait to sleep in it that night.
Of course, they couldn't go home empty-handed. They drove into the city and bought some authentic pancake fruit, as well as twisted doughnuts and Goubuli buns. However, every time Feng Yiping took a bite of the twisted doughnut in the car, Huang Jingping's eyes would twitch and her cheeks would flinch. She said, 'Pull over for a second. I'd rather eat outside the car. I'm afraid I can't resist you hitting me.'
'Puff,' Huang Jingping found a place to stop the car and fed him a bun, "Isn't this a new car? It's hard to clean up these spills in the car,'
'Yes, I know, it's not a new car, and eating in the car is not a good habit either.'
'Yiping, you're the best!" Huang Jingping looked around and saw that there were not many people around, so with lightning speed, she gave him a kiss on the cheek, which was moist and oily. 'Wait, did you just eat a bun?'
Without mentioning the other functions, the one thing Huang Jingping was most eager to try was the convertible top function. While waiting at the toll booth, she took advantage of the momentary stop to open the three-stage hardtop convertible top to the envious gaze of the toll collector. This was also one of the compromises of this car: it could only be opened with the car stopped, and it took 30 seconds.
Feng Yiping, who was always afraid of the cold, kept his head down and stayed with her. In such weather, blowing in the cold wind, Huang Jingping's smile never faded along the way, and neither did Feng Yiping's. He made sure that the people around him had more to smile about, and that was the reason for his hard work.