Chapter 411: Chapter 411: A Depressing Magazine
In front of the excited Huang Jingping, Jin Ling also said that the new car was very good. However, after Huang Jingping drove home excitedly, she complained to Feng Yiping, 'It's so conventional and doesn't have any personality. At least it's a car for middle-aged people.'
'Come on, sister, this isn't where you studied abroad. First, there are few options, and second, I don't have any personality. Do you know what we Chinese value? The golden mean!'
'Stop ruining our traditional culture. When are you going to Hong Kong? Is that thing you mentioned reliable? Why do I see that magazines and the internet say the opposite of what you think?'
It turns out that Zheng Bosong is not the only one who is worried about this.
'We're going at the beginning of next month. I believe in Yiping, I believe in the party, and I believe that we'll be taken in by the internet. Do you think these internet companies that spend so much money will sing their own praises? Just put your mind at ease, the returns will definitely not be wrong,' Feng Yiping said with certainty.
'That's good, work hard and earn more, I'll put it to use,' Jin Ling patted Feng Yiping on the shoulder.
'What for?' Feng Yiping asked curiously.
'To buy a car, of course. I have my eye on a fiery red Ferrari,' said Jin Ling, his eyes shining.
To be honest, Feng Yiping really doesn't understand the crazy love that so many people have for sports cars. He didn't dare say this later, because if you can't afford it but say you don't like it, that's just being pretentious.
But now, if he makes up his mind, he can buy the most expensive sports car in the world without any pressure. But he still doesn't have much interest in those supercars. No matter how good your acceleration is, how fast you can go, in our daily lives in China, is there any room or time for you to show off?
'Comrade, I'm saving for your dowry, not for you to squander. Be good, listen to me. If you don't want to leave it lying around, buying a house is really a good choice. Your annual salary is enough to buy a house in the provincial capital, so save up and hurry up and buy a few more. Trust me, this is a better choice. Houses will only get more and more expensive, and cars will only get cheaper.
In addition, before the hotel opens in the second half of the year, a batch of cars will be bought, and one will be reserved for you. Don't worry, it will definitely match your status.' Feng Yiping advised with all his heart.
But obviously, Jin Ling and his views were completely different. She was very much like an arrogant and confident American, believing that the world revolved around them. Her income would only increase year after year. Save money? No, it would be too conservative to spend only this year's income this year. At least it was normal to advance next year's income.
Therefore, Feng Yiping's well-intentioned, earnest and consistent ramblings were unhesitatingly blocked by Jin Ling.
'You think everyone wants to be a landlord like you!'
Kind intentions are like donkey livers!
True, the two of them grew up in very different environments, and their worldviews are really a bit different.
Although they won't go to Hong Kong until early March, Feng Yiping has been thinking about it a lot recently, as the March issue is about to be finalised.
The March issue, which is about to go to print, is very important. Whether this magazine can fulfil Feng Yiping's dream or become just another mediocre magazine that drags on for a while and is eventually scrapped by Feng Yiping will depend largely on the response after this issue is released.
In fact, Bao Zhuoyuan had been happily calling Feng Yiping several times. After the second issue, some heavyweight companies in Europe and the United States finally called the magazine, but they mainly asked about Feng Yiping's articles. As for the advertisements that everyone was looking forward to, there was still no progress.
So, he had to intervene in the magazine's operations once again, personally reviewing the main feature of this issue, which was a series of articles about the impending burst of the Internet bubble. In addition, he was also quite dissatisfied with the cover of this issue, and had already sent them back three drafts.
Looking at the latest cover plan that had been sent over, Feng Yiping was still not satisfied. He shook his head and decided to be more forceful and just settle on it. He crossed out all the other content on the cover and wrote down the eleven characters, 'The bursting of the Internet bubble is right around the corner,' and sent it over.
Sure enough, less than ten minutes later, he received a phone call from Bao Zhuoyuan, 'President Feng, we respect your opinion and agree with your views on the Internet industry, but is it inappropriate to write such a definite statement on the cover?'
As a senior media professional, Bao Zhuoyuan thought that Feng Yiping was now throwing in the towel and had written such words on the cover, which were later called 'headline-grabbing', just to attract attention.
Feng Yiping of course knew that his words smacked of a headline-grabber, and he also knew that he was telling the truth. 'Mr. Bao, just use the pictures according to my plan, and I promise you that this is the last time I will interfere with the operations of the editorial department.'
Hearing him say this, Bao Zhuoyuan had nothing more to say, and all the preparations he had made were put on hold.
He had been so confident when he first took on this project, but now it was burning through money like those Internet companies. Feng Yiping was actually very depressed, because those Internet companies were burning through investors' money, and they didn't feel any pain. But the magazine was different, every penny it burned through was his own money.
It's obvious that I'm talking about something that will definitely happen in the future, but why don't you believe me? Instead, you believe the nonsense that those experts say.
He rode his bike around the campus with a heavy heart, until someone grabbed the reins of his bike, and he came to his senses. 'Hey, what are you thinking about? You were so engrossed! I called out to you a few times, but you didn't respond,' Han Guiliang said as he stopped his bike next to him.
'Oh, I'm sorry, I was a bit preoccupied with some work stuff. Are you off class or rushing to class?'
'I'm done with classes. You look like you're in a bit of trouble. Is something bothering you?'
'Not really. By the way, what did you want to see me about?'
'You haven't been to the dorm for days. Everyone's been wondering where you are. You said you wanted to invite us to your place for a visit. When are you going to do it? Everyone's dying to see your fancy house!'
'What mansion? My place is just an ordinary house. Tell everyone I'll pick them up after class the day after tomorrow and we'll have lunch at my place.'
'Okay, I'll tell everyone the good news. By the way, we probably can't help you with your problem, but just try to look on the bright side. Nothing is impossible, right?' Han Guiliang reassured him.
'Haha, thanks, but it's not as serious as you think. It's just a minor problem with a company, so don't worry. Tell me what you want to eat the day after tomorrow, and we'll prepare it in advance,'
'Needless to say? Of course it's all kinds of solid hard dishes!'
'Okay, no problem, I'll get started right away.'
In their twenties, they really couldn't be happy without meat. It could be said that the bolder the person, the more bowls of meat they could eat.
So the next day, Huang Jingping went to the city with him. It was of course easier to buy ready-made beef, mutton and donkey meat, which were difficult to handle, and which also tasted good. They only made two dishes: Feng Yiping made Dongpo pork and Huang Jingping made chicken feet in sauce.
As for the other vegetarian dishes they prepared, they were all appropriate for the occasion.