Reborn 92's Business Tycoon

Chapter 544: Morals in tatters

As the old saying goes, there are two sides to every story.

Before he could even get comfortable in the convenient, spacious, high-end office in the science and technology park, poor Feng Yiping had to move back to the cramped, dim, and simple office in the Jiaya office building.

There was no way around it. These days, there were quite a few senior and junior colleagues who found various reasons, or simply no reasons, to visit the science park to catch a glimpse of Feng Yiping's true face.

Even if Feng Yiping closed the door to his office and lowered the blinds, it was no match for them. Some knocked directly on the door, while others just asked someone at the Magic Workshop to go to Feng Yiping's office to report on his work—the door was naturally left open, so that they could observe and scrutinise.

Feng Yiping felt like a rare animal.

These senior colleagues were all adults, not children less than a metre tall who would need to buy a ticket to see lions and tigers at the zoo.

Even the children who got in for free would spontaneously and without hesitation throw the snacks they didn't want to share into the cages when they saw the monkeys and elephants.

You are just looking at it from a distance, and you are not buying a ticket, not to mention that you are not even thinking about bringing a gift. As a businessman, what he finds most unacceptable is actually this.

However, it is not good to turn people away, because of the recent reports in various newspapers, Feng Yiping has really become a celebrity at school, and it seems that the school is also happy to see this.

Feng Yiping himself guessed that this might be the reason why the Ark of Safety, which had been publicised as a role model, had made a dazzling debut but then faded away like a shooting star. The school also urgently needed another role model to attract public attention, and Feng Yiping, who was just in his second year of university and had already successfully straddled academia, business and entertainment, was really a very suitable candidate. He was even more popular abroad than in China.

So, before Feng Yiping could take action against the detractors, the university came forward and issued a solemn statement very quickly: 'The university has never hired Mr Qu, who claims to be a "master of applied Chinese studies", as a visiting professor.'

Since he has become a role model, erecting a wall between himself and the students who admire him will definitely make him feel arrogant.

It is estimated that the next step will be for some students to ask him about his entrepreneurial experience and the ins and outs of the entertainment industry. It is also estimated that they will ask him for autographs along the way. Therefore, Feng Yiping, who cannot be provoked, can only transform into someone who can hide and will have a good office again.

He had just turned down a request for an interview with a foreign media outlet over the phone when he saw Jin Ling walk in with a troubled expression. 'Come, sit,' Feng Yiping said, looking at her expression without asking her what was wrong. 'Let me tell you, usually eat more apples, citrus, bananas and pears. There is also a more effective folk remedy: juice from white radish, mixed with hot water and honey. Guaranteed to work!'

Jin Ling was a little confused. 'What do you mean?'

Feng Yiping asked in return, 'It seems that you are not constipated, and these are all good ways to improve it,'

Then the next moment, a folder flew past Feng Yiping's nose at a distance of 0.01 cm. If he didn't find a way to explain, after a quarter of an incense stick, he would be hunted down by Jin Ling. As resourceful as he was, he immediately decided to make up a plausible excuse.

'Please don't mind, just now I was talking to you as a doctor, so you mustn't think too much about it. It's just that traditional Chinese medicine is so broad and profound, and I haven't even scratched the surface, so I made a wrong diagnosis. But please believe me on one point: I really said those things out of a doctor's concern for his patients.'

Jin Ling felt strange herself. Feng Yiping was her younger brother in age, but he was her boss, and now she just couldn't hate him. She was just happy to see him embarrassed.

'Behave yourself. I have something important to discuss with you. You know what? President Zhou just called. Jiamei has officially contacted him to discuss the merger of Jiamei and Jiamei,'

So that's it. Feng Yiping kind of understood the origin of the expression on Jin Ling's face.

As the founder of Jiamai, she definitely doesn't want to see this situation, but as the boss of Youjia, she should be happy to see it.

Under the conflicting emotions of being happy and not happy, Jinling revealed that expression.

Feng Yiping happily clapped his hands, 'This is good news! The child that was abandoned before has returned to its mother's embrace after a roundabout journey. The mother and child have reunited again. What a happy and celebratory event this is.'

Seeing Jin Ling's disapproving gaze, he quickly changed his tone, 'The metaphor is not very appropriate. The founder, who was forced to leave, finally has the opportunity to return to the company he built with his own hands in a high-profile manner. This is a joyous and celebratory occasion!'

Jin Ling still looked unsuspecting.

'Don't worry, the acquisition of Jiamei will not cause you any difficulties, and it will also avoid suspicion. And starting next year, you won't have to be the general manager of Youjia as well, you can become the executive president of the group full-time. Those people will have no excuse to gossip,' Feng Yiping said reassuringly.

If Jin Ling were involved in the acquisition of Jiamei, her identity as Director Jin's daughter and Jiamei's founder would definitely add some discordant voices to this good deed.

'I also have a concern. We have quite a few branches in the provincial capital, so is it necessary to acquire these dozens of Jiamei stores?' Jin Ling asked.

'Of course we won't take them all over. Those stores that are only a few dozen metres apart definitely have no reason to exist. President Zhou must have a good idea of this. As for those stores that are more than 500 metres away, even if their current locations are a bit off, we will take them over,'

Feng Yiping looked at Jin Ling and said, 'Trust me, without Jiamei, there will definitely be other convenience store chains from other brands opening in the provincial capital in the future. So, we just need to open stores everywhere to make it difficult for newcomers to open stores,'

'Then I'll pass on your opinion to Zhou Xinyu,'

'Okay,' Feng Yiping can't sit still now.

Although the city's aluminium products factory was acquired before, that time, it was Zheng Jiayi's mother who had pressed through with it with a bit of coercion, mainly to relieve the mayor's worries, but this time, from any perspective, it is a merger and acquisition that has really come knocking on the door, making him feel that his company has finally made a small splash.

Jin Ling walked to the door, remembered something, turned around, and said, 'When the first few stores of Jiamei were still being decorated and had not officially opened, you told Zhou Xinyu, "Jiamei will beg you to buy it in the future," didn't you?'

'I think I did say that, but I think it was prefaced by the words 'maybe'. Besides, at that time, I didn't know that Jiamei was founded and steered by you, my sister. Otherwise, how could I have said such arrogant and ignorant things,' Feng Yiping hurriedly explained, watching Jin Ling moving his hands and feet around.

As Jinling approached, smiling, Feng Yiping let down his guard. This office was only a few square metres, and there was no room to manoeuvre. Feng Yiping put aside all pretence of authority. 'At the time, I was still a minor, and I didn't think twice about what I said. I know you're feeling complicated right now, so calm down, calm down. Don't take it out on me.'

In the end, Jin Ling just waved his fists in front of Feng Yiping, swung his legs, and then coolly flicked his nose with his thumb before walking out in a good mood.

Feng Yiping, who had discovered that it had all been a false alarm, felt quite ashamed. Confronted by Jin Ling, who practised taekwondo regularly, he had just lost face. 'Are you forcing me to go to Songshan or Wudangshan to further my studies?'