When Bill Gates received Feng Yu's call, he thought Feng Yu wanted to tell him to work hard in Microsoft in the future. But Feng Yu still wants to take a long leave!
"Feng, the rest of the people in the company are unhappy with you. I will be put in a difficult position if you continue like this."
"Bill, have I completed the company's requirements? Other than me, who else can complete it? I had said that other than the Hua Xia market, I will not be involved in the management of other companies. Why should I attend the board meeting? Will you all give me the opportunity to manage other companies? Didn't I tell you that I will support your decisions during the board meeting? "Feng Yu asked.
Damn! I had given up all my rights and responsibilities, and I don't need to do so many things. Furthermore, I had told Ballmer about the Hua Xia market.
Bill Gates frowned. He realized he had given Feng Yu too little authority, and this is what Feng Yu wants. But Feng Yu had told him that he will support him, and this made him very satisfied.
"Alright. Feng, when the company needs you, don't disappoint us." Bill Gates is overjoyed to have one less director interfering with the company's management. In another two years, when the Hua Xia market stabilizes, he will kick Feng Yu out of the board!
After hanging up, Feng Yu turned to Ralph. "You must keep an eye on Microsoft's business in the future. I must be the first to know if the company has any new products or technologies. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Boss. I will keep an eye on them. What about Amazon? Do we need to keep an eye on them? "
"No need. You don't need to interfere with the company's operations. Just leave it to Jeff. You must keep an eye on the use of the company's funds. Also, talk to those minority shareholders and buy over their shares. If Jeff is involved, then let him have his shares. "If Jeff still does not appreciate Feng Yu's help, Feng Yu will make Jeff regret it for the rest of his life!
"Understood."
"Ok. Did Boeing reply to us? Didn't they say that the modification of the helicopter is very fast? It's been three days. Why haven't we heard anything? "Feng Yu asked with dissatisfaction.
Ralph had a helpless look on his face. That was a modified helicopter. Also, Ralph's request was almost the same as custom-made. Besides, even if it was a car modification, it wasn't something that could be done in three days, right?
"I'll go and urge them to speed up."
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"Feng, you are finally here. I had been waiting for you for a long time." At the airport in New York, Kirilenko gave Feng Yu a bear hug and looked at Elena. Why did Feng Yu bring her along?
Didn't Feng say he wants to see my analysts' performance? Why did I bring her along? To Kirilenko, women were just playthings. Even if he liked them, he could just keep them at home. Why would he bring them out?
Although he hadn't been in the United States for long, he had already enjoyed three American movie stars. Although the price was not low, every time he pressed those American women under him, he would always feel a sense of pride, as if he was pressing the entire United States under him!
"Where are we going first?" Feng Yu asked.
"Let's eat first. I know a Chinese restaurant. It's the roast duck in Beijing. You had been in the US for so long, and you must want to try it. I had asked my men to book a table."
Feng Yu had a weird look on his face. Could Kirilenko be talking about the Quanjude restaurant near Chinatown?
When they arrived, it was indeed Quanjude. Feng Yu laughed and shook his head.
"What's wrong? Feng, you don't like this restaurant? Chinatown is just in front, and there are many Chinese restaurants. Let's go and see what else is there. "Kirilenko saw Feng Yu shaking his head and thought Feng Yu does not like this restaurant.
"Brother Ki, you might have forgotten that I had told you that I had invested in a restaurant."
Kirilenko looked at Quanjude's signboard and then at Feng Yu. He asked in disbelief. "Is this the restaurant you invested in?"
"Let's go. If you want to eat at this restaurant in the future, you don't need to book a table. I will give you a VIP card later." Feng Yu led the way. Elena was walking beside Feng Yu with a smile on her face. She did not expect Feng Yu to bring her to New York.
"Sir, do you have any reservations?" The receptionist asked in fluent English.
"Your manager is still Wang Zhiquan, right? Ask him to come out. Tell him Feng Yu is here. "Feng Yu replied in Mandarin.
The receptionist does not know Feng Yu is one of the bosses of the company. She only felt this young man knows the manager's name, and from his tone, he should be from China and knows the manager.
Also, this young man is accompanied by bodyguards and alighted from a luxury car. He should not be a simple person.
"Mr Feng, please wait for a while. Let me speak to my supervisor."
After a while, a fat man ran down the stairs and extended his hands to Feng Yu. "General Manager Feng, why are you here? You should have called me in advance. I will go and fetch you."
When the supervisor reported to him, he was not bothered. A young man wants to meet him, and he wants to meet him? But when he heard this young man's name is Feng Yu, he immediately jumped up from his seat and ran down the stairs.
The rest of the staff might not know about this, but as the manager of Quanjude, he knew that Feng Yu is the biggest shareholder of Quanjude!
Is this General Manager Feng coming to New York to inspect the company's operations? How come he did not receive any notice from China? He should be doing well in New York. Could it be that someone thinks he is not doing well and reported him?
"Old Wang, why do I feel you have put on weight again?" Feng Yu laughed. He had only met Wang Zhiquan once in Beijing.
"Hahaha … I lack exercise." Wang Zhiquan laughed embarrassedly.
"I had brought my friend here for dinner. Mr. Kirilenko, a good friend of mine from Moscow. He had made a reservation here, but I heard it is not easy to get a reservation." Feng Yu introduced Kirilenko to Wang Zhiquan.
"Nice to meet you. Mr. Kirilenko, if you want to come over for dinner in the future, you can drop by anytime. This is our restaurant's VIP card. When I am not around, just show me this card. You don't need to book a table in advance. "Before Feng Yu said anything, Wang Zhiquan gave him a VIP card with both hands.
Kirilenko took the card and passed it to his assistant. Wang Zhiquan spoke too fast, and Kirilenko's Mandarin is not good enough to understand what he is saying.
After the translator translated for him, Kirilenko laughed. "I did not expect Feng Yu to have shares in this restaurant. Seems like I had made the right choice."
Wang Zhiquan served the dishes personally and introduced the specialties of each dish. When all the dishes were served, Feng Yu toasted twice and left.
When Wang Zhiquan left the private room, he wiped the sweat off his forehead. There should be no problems with today's reception. Seems like General Manager Feng did not come here specially. That means there should be no problem with his reservation.
Kirilenko is also a manager, but his salary is much higher than those managers in China. Every manager's salary is linked to the restaurant's profits. The Americans are rich, and this is New York. This restaurant's profits are more than three restaurants in Beijing!
"Brother Ki, where is your company's office?"
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