159 Knife in hand, come to China to hunt down the broken dog
On a winter night, the moon flickers brightly and dimly in the misty dark clouds.
The moonlight shines into the glass patio, and in the rest hall of the five-beam bathhouse, old and young men from Yanjing are sitting on couches.
There are groups of old men who have just taken a dip in the water, chatting about mountains and playing chess, while the back rub master is skillfully beating and rubbing their backs.
Lu Fei was wrapped in a bath towel and lying on the slightly thin bed. He had just put down his phone after making a call.
Tang Danian said that Huang Bo agreed to stay in the Han and Tang Dynasties without hesitation, and that the contract was for five years. He was quite like Lu Bu at that time, and he almost wanted to say: Bo has been wandering for half his life, helpless, and if he will not give up, he is willing to worship the mountain.
He recommended playing the role of a watermelon stall farmer who "keeps melons ripe", but when I think of Huang Bo's bald killer in "No Man's Land", who is full of gangsterism and an absolutely ruthless character, he would also be quite good as "Feng Biao".
Think about Sun Honglei touching Huang Bo's head and saying, "I gave you a chance, but you're useless." This scene is so beautiful.
A true screen classic!
After finalizing the role, Lu Yun, who was sitting next to him, came over and handed over the glass containing Erguotou, "Come on, brother, have a drink with me."
Lu Fei took it, and the two brothers clinked glasses, drinking wine quietly and leisurely, drinking and eating the food and wine.
Fried peanuts, beef in sauce, mixed with pig ears, authentic!
In my ears, bathmates were everywhere laughing and cursing, talking about the past and the present. The topics that filled the room ranged from high-end to vulgar.
"Look, the traffic in Yanjing is getting more and more congested now!" Liu Neng waved his arms and kept putting his index finger in front of the fifth uncle's eyes, and his spitting stars followed suit.
The fifth uncle remained calm and asked, "Then you have no money. Who wouldn't want to buy a car if you have money?"
The slightly thin bed board trembled slightly during the dispute between the two. The sound penetrated the water vapor that filled the air and surrounded the spacious bathhouse changing room, accompanied by lingering sounds.
Lu Fei patted his thighs happily and enjoyed the bathhouse. At this moment, his cell phone buzzed and vibrated.
"What's the matter, Lao Lu?"
"Mr. Lu, the domain name has been registered by a Zhengxing Banner man who is in the video business." Lu Huateng seemed to be hurt, his tone was low.
Lu Fei said openly: "Hey, what did I think? I just bought it back."
Lu Huateng said helplessly: "He paid 2.5 million US dollars in the domain name market and still didn't accept the counter-offer."
"Don't be disappointed. Your current relationship is typical of chaos. You worry about gains and losses, and it's easy to fall into passivity."
Lu Fei has registered so many domain names, and he understands the mentality of the people who have been registered very well, because he often hurts (traps) (deceives) them, and has gained experience.
He comforted him by saying that the American Internet had not yet recovered from the bubble, and the value of the domain name had shrunk significantly and was no longer worth the price. Otherwise, how could it have been listed for so long without anyone buying it.
Lu Huateng wondered: "But how can we bargain?"
"I'll help you with this. I've retrieved more than a thousand provincial, city and county-level domain names from foreigners, and I'm very good at it."
After Lu Fei hung up the phone, he made an international long-distance call to Wang Dawei in the United States. It was still an old routine and a familiar operation.
It was night in Yanjing and daytime in New York.
After Wang Dawei received it, he quietly sent a test letter to the Zhengxing Banner man in his own name.
Unexpectedly, I received a reply in the past 2 hours before getting off work. It was clearly listed on the public domain name market for 2.5 million U.S. dollars, but privately, I was scrambling for every dollar for the difference of 10,000 U.S. dollars.
At the end of the day, with 60,000 US dollars and almost 500,000 RMB, [qq.] was pocketed.
"Done!"
He clapped his hands, kicked his legs, and turned around in the swivel chair several times. The secretary's voice came from the landline——
MIH CEO Kus Baker summoned.
Compared with the trivial matter of obtaining the domain name, a more important matter that Lu Fei entrusted him with finally became clear.
It is not easy to invite Thomas Friedman to China.
He has a very high status in the journalism world. He is a columnist for the New York Times and a best-selling author. He has also won the Pulitzer Prize for Journalism three times.
Invitations from little shrimps like myself, even in the name of MIH headquarters, have come to nothing time and time again.
"Baker, is there any good news?"
"Yeah, Thomas promised to meet you."
Baker shook his head. "But I don't understand why you, and Huaxia Lu, are so insistent on inviting him to China. If you want to publish a book, mih has enough and professional editors who can definitely help."
"He didn't say."
Wang Dawei shook off the speculation that he had been thinking about for a long time.
The New York Times is the most high-end newspaper benchmark in the United States. Let the leader Thomas Friedman run it. With his fame and platform, it will be difficult for the book not to sell well.
The traditional publishing industry not only pursues sales profits, but also regards "influence" as an indicator of success.
If the two of them jointly write a book, not only Lu Fei himself, Feigou.com, Penguin's influence in the United States and around the world will be on a different level.
Baker thought it was very reasonable and had great potential for making money.
"This is indeed a good idea, but can you convince him? You only have one chance, one chance!"
"It wasn't me who convinced him, it was Lu!"
Wang Dawei smiled and waved the fax manuscript in his hand.
…………
There was a huge flow of people near the New York Times building.
Thomas Friedman was sitting in Starbucks, not looking at Wang Dawei directly opposite. He was not arrogant, but angry.
My mailbox was "bombarded" by him and mih company with two invitations a day over and over again. I finally got annoyed and gave it a chance.
"Okay, you see me, you have time for a cup of coffee."
"My reasons for coming are all written in the email."
Wang Dawei said bluntly: "There is a great business figure in China who wants to invite you to Yanjing. He wants to talk to you about some of his ideas and experiences."
"Oh, you mentioned 'Lu' in the email."
Thomas Friedman casually took a sip of coffee and said, "China's 'Bill Gates' and China's 'Jeff Bezos' have Chinese Internet wizards like Amazon and MSN."
"yep!"
Wang Dawei took out a stack of manuscripts and placed them on the table.
There is only one eye-catching title on the first page, "theworldisft".
Thomas Friedman was immediately attracted by the weird title "The World is Flat", but then he shook his head, not only because he looked down on Chinese people, but also because the books written by Chinese authors had no gimmicks.
The most important thing is, can a book written by a businessman reflect his true feelings?
I'm farting throughout the whole article, all I have in mind is business, despicable!
Especially "The Art of the Deal" is actually a best-seller, just like a clown-like real estate agent!
With contempt, he glanced at "globalization" and became more and more contemptuous. However, after reading a few pages, his face suddenly became solemn.
Slowly, one eye at a time, five lines at a time, one eye at a time, one line at a time. In the end, I didn’t want to miss a single punctuation mark. I even turned back what I had casually read before and read it carefully again.
From what I have seen and heard over the years, I can almost find consistent opinions and insights in the manuscript. Just like a foot wearing a shoe of the right size, inspiration is constantly activated and pours out.
However, I was having a great time reading it, and when I saw the last page, I saw the last paragraph that read:
"In this chapter, I describe how I discovered that the world is flattening, and in the next chapter I will discuss how the world is flattening."
Why did it stop at this place?
Thomas Friedman couldn't help but curse softly. He wanted to know "how the world became flat" and looked up:
"Where's the next chapter? Where are the other manuscripts?"
"I only have this chapter. For the rest, I can only go to China to find him."
Wang Dawei glanced at Thomas Friedman's cup of coffee with sly eyes. After taking the first sip, he didn't move again. He was fascinated by it.
"Except for some minor issues with wording, the view on globalization is novel."
Thomas Friedman adjusted his mood and regained his composure. He came up with the idea of going to China to meet Lu Fei. The more times he read through it, the less clear his idea became without meeting him.
Is this what it feels like to catch up on updates?
He said: "I can go to China with you to meet this Lu."
"Thomas, I guarantee that when you meet Lu, you will definitely feel that this trip to China is worth it!"
Wang Dawei was immediately elated, and he looked at Lu Fei in a new light. Thomas Friedman could pursue his studies and pursue him all the way to China——
