Rambo personally called a car from the hotel to see Peng Bo and Yan Ning off. Seeing the car merge into the small traffic on the street, he smiled and walked back to the hotel.
"A glass of whiskey, thank you." He sat down at the bar excitedly, stretched out his hand and put a ten-dollar bill on the table as a tip for the waiter.
"Oh, thank God, we finally got ahead of it," Lambo called the phone excitedly, "It's basically settled, Arthur, you know, now people all over China are talking about houses and paying attention to houses.
, the real estate association was a symbol of 1998, which opened a new era in China..."
"What does he want?" The voice on the other end of the phone was very relaxed, and he was very confident. With the huge reputation of Time Magazine and the time logo on the cover of the magazine, he was enough to win over anyone.
"I don't have any requirements, I just wanted to think about it again," Rambo immediately added, "But he is very excited about my offer and conditions. Oh, I mean our offer is twice that of Forbes, or even more..."
"The price is not high," the person on the phone said with a smile, "We are not the only ones paying attention to this list. You know, we are at the front... The people on the 15th floor have fallen behind Forbes, and now they are also paying attention.
Looking at this list, oh, thank God, we are still ahead..."
Rambo smiled. Time magazine and Fortune magazine are headquartered in the same "Time-Life Building" on Sixth Avenue in New York. The 15th and 16th floors are Fortune's editorial and operating departments.
"John, don't come back yet. You are in China, confirm the release of the list and sign the contract," the person on the phone encouraged, "I hope you will bring back a contract when you come back, so the position of editor-in-chief of Asia,
I think no one can replace you..."
Editor-in-Chief, Asia?
Rambo's eyes shone and his face turned red. He put down the phone, picked up the whiskey in front of him, and shook it gently, "Beijing, what are the more fun places at this time?"
"In autumn, go to Xiangshan to see the red leaves!" the waiter replied.
"Red leaves, okay, I hope this is a good sign." Rambo smiled and drank the whiskey in the glass.
…
Shanghai, Citibank China headquarters, Senior Vice President Joseph's office.
Joseph held the cordless phone and pulled the blinds with his hand, and the warm autumn sunshine from Shanghai shone in through the gap.
"Heinwei, yes, she is an employee of our Citibank. Oh, have you seen the rich list? God, you are going to Shanghai?!! I am so happy and looking forward to meeting you. You are already at the airport?
...Okay, but, man, you don’t know, there is actually another person on this list, yes, it’s Peng Bo,..."
Joseph hung up the phone and hurried out of the office, "Heinwei, how can I contact Peng Bo?"
"He just bought a mobile phone. This is his number." Heinwei was on the phone. She wrote down the phone number on a piece of paper. Joseph snapped his fingers and returned to his office with a smile.
"Hello, Donald, are you free tonight? I'd like to treat you to dinner. Oh, your list helped us a lot. I think I have to thank you...
"Forget it about eating. If you really want to thank me, you can give me an additional reward. I'm happy to see that."
"The contract has been signed, it can only be done next time," Joseph said with a smile, "But thank you in person, you always have to eat."
"It's really not possible. I have a manuscript that the agency is pressing for. I'll call you another day, another day." Peng Bo on the other side of the phone declined politely, "Okay, I'll get on the plane right away. Let's talk later.
.”
Joseph put down the phone helplessly. After thinking for a while, he picked up the phone and said, "Ask Heinwei to come to my office."
"Want me to call Peng Bo?" Calling Peng Bo is not that difficult, but now that the vice president has asked himself to make this call, it is no longer a personal call.
"I would like to treat Peng Bo to dinner, which is related to our Citi business. Of course, I also want to introduce a friend to him."
Introduce a friend?
Heinwei looked at Joseph, I am afraid that this is Joseph's real purpose, but what kind of friend can make Joseph chase Peng Bo for this meal, and even drag himself to call Peng Bo?
…
Shanghai, countless people pour in and out every day. The Yellow River divides Shanghai into East and West. East of Shanghai is the prosperous Lujiazui Financial and Trade Zone, and West of Shanghai is home to buildings from all over the world with a rich sense of history.
group.
Peng Bo and Yan Ning walked out of the airport and took a taxi. When Heinwei's phone rang again, Peng Bo answered the phone and said with a smile, "How do you know I'm back? Eat, eat again?"
In addition to Joseph's invitation, Peng Bo has already declined several dinner parties.
Xu Shitan called and said that Xu Yongmao had returned to the capital and wanted to meet him, but he had already boarded the plane and could only make an appointment another day.
Yan Ning's face darkened when he heard the voice coming from Peng Bo's cell phone, and he turned to look outside.
"For a meal, Joseph will not embarrass you," Peng Bo said with a smile, "However, it seems that this meal is not delicious. What is his purpose? Okay, I will go directly now, it is in Mahler
Villa?”
There are almost more than 200 famous mansions and bungalows in Shanghai. These old bungalows built in the early 20th century have long become symbols of Shanghai, telling the story of its prosperity and vicissitudes.
The Mahler Villa Hotel on Hengshan Road is a symbol of Shanghai.
The villa is colorful and fairy tale-like, with Norwegian-style spires, Gothic spires, Chinese-style glazed tiles and miscellaneous paintings on Buddhist niches, but they are so harmonious. When you walk into this courtyard isolated from the outside with trees, you will feel
It feels like you have arrived in a mysterious Nordic village.
Heinwei came here early, waiting for Joseph. She didn't know Joseph's purpose, but as the senior vice president of Citigroup, she could only call Peng Bo when she was asked to contact him.
She walked slowly in the courtyard. Although she has traveled to many countries and has seen a lot, there are some places like this courtyard. You can't feel the world here unless you walk in. Heinwei is sitting here
In an old-fashioned private room, I feel this different style, just like in the past six months, this new world has slowly opened in front of my eyes in Shanghai, China. This is a wonderful journey...
The walls of the room are wrapped with wooden boards, revealing an antique feel. Guests are entertained here. It seems that Joseph attaches great importance to Peng Bo.
"Hello, Heinwei." Under the guidance of the waiter, Peng Bo pushed open the door and entered. Yan Ning did not come, so she made an excuse and went back to school.
"Donald, I'm sorry that I asked you to come here as soon as I got off the plane." Heinwei was very sorry.
"It doesn't matter, I have to eat too. At worst, I will leave after eating, and it won't waste much time." Peng Bo sat down and said, "Tonight, there are more than just people from Citibank, right?"
"Yes," Heinway looked at him in surprise, "Did Joseph tell you?"
"No, who else did he date?" Sure enough, Peng Bo guessed it right.
"He didn't say anything, he just said that he was an alumnus of the University of California, Berkeley, and he was on the football team at the same school..." Heinwei said.