Reborn 92's Business Tycoon

Chapter 417: Three Pleasures

'I guess you want me to go to the United States, right!' Jin Ling thought of it as soon as he thought of it, leaning lazily back in his swivel chair and crossing his long legs on the desk.

'Right, you also think we should go to the United States, we really think alike.

I think a lot of companies will close down by the summer, so it's a good time to hire. I think you should take Hong Haoran with you, and you can also take Xu Bin.

I predict that this storm may not last long, and it will probably be over by next year. But the losses will definitely be huge, maybe as much as four or five trillion U.S. dollars. Many retail investors will lose a lot of money and have a hard time. It's the perfect time to hire.'

Making money is one thing, but being able to attract some outstanding talent is also something Feng Yiping is very eager to do. He doesn't just want to make money from this incident, he wants to make use of every aspect of it.

Jin Ling felt a little uncomfortable. It seemed that in Feng Yiping's presence, she wasn't as professional as she had been before. Perhaps it was because their relationship was not just that of boss and employee, but also a good personal friendship.

So she sighed, 'I went to so much trouble to find a strategy, and fortunately I didn't book the plane tickets and hotels in advance,'

Feng Yiping was also a little embarrassed. 'It's okay, I have two months of summer vacation. After you have achieved results in your work in the United States, you can still go to France, it won't be delayed.'

'Forget it, who knows what will happen then. Besides, after coming back for these few years, it's okay to go to the United States once,' Jin Ling quickly adjusted herself by scanning the pile of information she had prepared to go to France to play into the drawer, 'just because you have earned me some extra money, I have to obediently do it!' She made a joke.

'Okay, we'll talk then,'

she said, hanging up the phone with Feng Yiping, and then she called his father, 'Director Jin, are you busy? Have you read the magazine I sent you in the first ten days of the month?'

'I've only read the serialised articles in the front, but last night I found the back issues and read them. Not bad!' She guessed that many people were like him, and that they only found the serialised articles in the front of such thick magazines interesting.

'Now you know how reliable our magazine is, so do you want to subscribe to more copies? Great, thanks Dad!

Also, we are preparing to set up a think tank that will not only provide various kinds of consulting, but also undertake optimisation solutions for specialised problems in fields such as social economy. If there is a need for this, you must take care of me. I can guarantee that our conclusions will, to a certain extent, be more authoritative than those of the official think tank. You can see this from this incident!'

Jin Ling took the opportunity to promote the magazine and the think tank planned by Feng Yiping to his father.

In the next few days, Feng Yiping kept feeling a bit disoriented. There was no way around it: there was a 13-hour time difference, and while the market was open there, we were getting ready for bed here.

After a few days of busy work, he finally successfully completed the delivery of all the futures contracts he had built up, making a profit.

Although the price would continue to fall afterwards, he couldn't remember or judge how much it would fall each day. The safe way was to set a stop-loss and take-profit level and adopt a pyramid-style opening position trading strategy, but he didn't have the time. It was time to set up a finance department.

A few days later, when Feng Yiping returned to the magazine, it was not as depressing as it had been a few days before. The staff were not pretending to be busy as they had been when he had arrived before. They were really busy, with phones ringing non-stop on each desk. The meeting room was full of clients who had come to negotiate. The staff walked with their feet carrying the wind, and they all had smiles on their faces.

When he came in, many employees who were on the phone covered the receiver with their hands and greeted him, 'Hello, Mr Feng!' When they saw him walking past, those who were in the way very consciously moved aside.

If before, they just regarded this young man from the mainland as a dilettante boss, now no one would think that way.

In just a few days, as the only publication that has left no stone unturned, organised a group of articles, and firmly believes that the bubble that has swept the global internet industry is about to burst. They don't need to call and follow up on public relations, and many of the target customers who receive the magazine have taken the initiative to call and subscribe. Judging from the results of these few days alone, there is already a need to set up their own distribution department in Europe and the United States.

Although no heavyweight company has yet approached them about advertising, it won't be long before one does. Perhaps the next call they receive will be about advertising.

The key to achieving today's results is this young boss in front of you. It was his article that captured the interest of many target customers, and it was his persistence that made Frontier Magazine, so to speak, an overnight success.

Bao Zhuoyuan's secretary saw Feng Yiping coming and hurriedly stood up from behind the desk. 'Mr Feng, I'm sorry, but Mr Bao is still receiving guests inside. The original plan was supposed to end ten minutes ago, but who knew that it's been going on and on,'

'It's fine,' Feng Yiping didn't feel slighted. If Bao Zhuoyuan had cancelled all his appointments just to wait for him at a time like this, he would have been offended. It didn't matter if he was slighted, but business and money could not be slighted.

He looked at the meeting room full of people and the busy cubicles, 'Where's the pantry? Take me there to wait,'

'Okay, this way please,'

He then stood in the pantry, drank a cup of coffee, and chatted with a few employees. Bao Zhaoyuan came over hurriedly with a smile, holding out his hands from afar, 'Yiping, I'm sorry, that was a major client of the magazine I used to work for. Not only did they place a large order, they are also preparing to advertise in the magazine. More importantly, they have been pestering me to tell them the next trend, which is really annoying,'

His voice was a little hoarse, but he was full of energy. The expression on his face was one of pride tinged with a little bitterness. I think in the past two days, quite a few people have asked him similar questions. If he doesn't tell them everything, they'll say he's avoiding the issue. Only Feng Yiping knows that he really doesn't know the trend.

'Haha, do you like being bothered now or being bothered before?'

'That goes without saying, of course it's the present one,' Bao Zhuoyuan said with a smile, respectfully ushering him into the office.

A customer in the meeting room who saw this scene asked the magazine employee next to him, 'Which young man is the one that makes Lao Bao so respectful?'

'That's our boss,'

'Oh? Then he's a really lucky young man to have found Lao Bao, such a high-calibre professional,'

and they all attributed the magazine's current success to Lao Bao.

'He is also the person you want to hire as a consultant to explain the Blue Ocean Strategy,' the staff member casually mentioned without further explanation.

'Him?'

'Yes, he is also the author of the Blue Ocean Strategy.' As for the judgment of the timing of this outbreak, it was also the boss's conclusion alone, and none of them would say it because they would be causing trouble for the boss.

'Oh, then I really need to get to know him,'

'We really can't arrange it for you now. Almost every one of our clients has the same request as you, they all ask us for his contact information, and they all hope that he can give some advice to their companies. But as you can imagine, our boss is very busy and really doesn't have the energy to be a consultant for other companies. But don't worry, we will definitely organise a similar meeting in the future, with our boss as the keynote speaker, and we will definitely invite you to attend.'

'Yiping, you still have courage and confidence, and you have a unique perspective,' Bao Zhuoyuan sighed in the office, 'You know, last month when you made that decision, I actually didn't agree with it, let alone the rest of the company. Many of the pen holders were worried that doing so would affect their reputation. The results now prove that you were right!'

'In fact, I was also a bit gambling. I comprehensively analysed all the relevant information in the market, and I was more than 80% sure that this crazy run would reverse in mid-March.' Feng Yiping shamelessly praised himself.

'An 80% chance is not really gambling. It's a very high chance, and I would do it too,' said Bao Zhuoyuan, turning to Feng Yiping and saying it very seriously, as if he were taking an oath. 'Yiping, if there is a similar situation in the future, please insist, and I will definitely do what you ask!'

Bao Zhuoyuan thought about the fact that just a few days ago he had considered resigning, and felt a little embarrassed. Feng Yiping's persistence had not only prevented him from becoming a laughing stock, but had also earned him a higher reputation in the industry.

'Then I would like to thank you, Mr. Bao, for your support and understanding. As I said, I will not interfere too much,'

So speaking, this incident can be considered a triple blessing. First, he made a lot of money; second, the magazine finally started to improve; and finally, at the magazine, he also established his authority.

'By the way, Bao, you should help me arrange a meeting with the people you've been looking at in the next couple of days. I want to set the framework for the investment company before I go back.'

'No problem. I'll also make an appointment with Lawyer Tian for you,' Bao Zhaoyuan could probably guess that Feng Yiping's choice of timing for his trip to Hong Kong might have something to do with the stock market, but he didn't even ask.