Reborn 92's Business Tycoon

Chapter 574: Back to the hotel together

'Yellow-skinned kid?' Feng Yiping was smiling on the surface, but already cursing inside, 'you primitive ape,'

At that moment, with the roar of an engine, a black Chevrolet Saab drove over with its lights on. Jacob hurriedly got out of the car, 'Feng,'

Feng Yiping waved at him, 'It's okay, they're just a few friends of Ma Ling's. Go back to the car,'

Jacob would never go back to the car. With one hand in his trouser pocket and the other holding his mobile phone, he leaned against the bus stop and looked coldly at the man running over.

The orangutan froze when he saw this scene. After running over, he didn't look for Feng Yiping, but reached out to grab Ma Ling's hand. Ma Ling dodged and blocked the way between him and Feng Yiping, 'Sam, don't do anything rash. This is Feng, the VIP who gave a speech at the Business School this afternoon. Feng, this is my schoolmate Sam,'

When he said these words, Ma Ling was always closer to Feng Yiping than to the ape. Looking at the scene, it was clear that although the king had the intention, the goddess had no interest.

However, judging from the ape's attitude and the fact that his head and face were covered in luxuriantly growing hair, Feng Yiping really didn't want to shake his hand. He just smiled politely and said, 'Hello Sam, it's nice to meet you!'

'Why are you with Malit?' It seems that the ape has indeed regressed, and doesn't even know basic manners.

Feng Yiping didn't bother answering him, and smiled at Ma Ling, saying, "You guys chat, I'll hand this in," as he pointed to the bag in his hand.

Ma Ling nodded, "Sorry,'

'It's fine, just let me know if there's a problem," Feng Yiping said to Ma Ling, giving the ape a glance.

'Hi, how are you?' On the floor in front of them, five young men and women were sorting and inspecting the recovered food. Feng Yiping smiled and handed over the bag, pointing behind him, "This is from Ma Ling,'

A girl with a hooked nose took it, "Thank you, may I ask who you are?'

'I'm Feng, I just arrived in Washington, do you need any help?' He asked, looking at the pile of things on the floor.

If you want to say that they have gathered a lot, there are really quite a lot. There are not only all kinds of fruits, but also bags of flour, vacuum-packed ham, all kinds of sausages and bread, cheese, pastries, milk...

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'That's perfect. I'm Ellen,' the girl with the hooked nose introduced herself. 'First, we need to check whether the packaging of these foods is intact, then we need to see if there is any mildew inside, smell for any peculiar odours, and finally, we need to sort them into different categories and put them in these boxes,'

Behind him, the orangutan looked at Feng Yiping, then at Jacob by the car, and walked a short distance with Ma Ling, before pointing excitedly over here and saying something. Ma Ling was fine at first, explaining a few words, but then simply folded his arms across his chest and didn't even look at Sam.

Feng Yiping glanced over there and suddenly felt reassured. The things he was doing with his hands were considered familiar territory for someone involved in stocking a convenience store.

Alan saw this and praised, 'You're really quick,'

'Really, because I worked in a convenience store,'

After hearing this, a young man squatting on the ground across from him smiled and extended his hand, 'Robert, I work in a convenience store,'

'Feng, it's nice to meet you,'

Afterwards, it was learned that the five people here came from different occupations, including the deputy head of a kindergarten, a nurse, a gardener, and an intern at a public relations company. They all participated in this work in their spare time, and the shortest had been doing it for three months.

This is what you call a city that knows how to have fun!

No matter what they usually do at work, they are all very engaged now, and this behaviour is very infectious. For a moment, Feng Yiping really forgot his own purpose.

Until Ma Ling tapped him on the shoulder and said, 'Feng, let's go. Ellen, I'll go first tonight, is that okay?'

'No problem,' Ellen looked over there and saw Sam being stopped by Jacob, and said with a smile, 'Feng, thank you for your help,'

'I look forward to seeing everyone again,' Feng Yiping just bowed to the few people, and was then dragged away by Ma Ling.

'What's wrong? Are you okay?'

'It's fine, ignore him, let's go,'

'Then take our car,' Feng Yiping very gentlemanly helped her pull open the car door.

Seeing that they both got into the car, Jacob also stopped pestering Sam, but Sam obviously didn't want to let it go, leaning over Ma Ling's side of the car window and yelling, 'You get down here,'

Ma Ling didn't even look over there.

Haha, this gorilla can't tell the difference between manliness and rudeness.

As the car drove off, the gorilla actually took off one of his shoes and threw it over – it must have been a pretty cheap shoe.

'Sorry,' Ma Ling said with a blush, 'Sam and I are just ordinary alumni and colleagues,'

'I can understand that,' Feng Yiping said with a smile, "it's normal to have such a crazy suitor by your side,'

and then his stomach made an embarrassing "gurgling' sound.

Ma Ling laughed softly when she heard that.

'I'm really hungry, and you haven't eaten either. I wonder if I have the honour of having dinner with you?'

'Sure,' Ma Ling said promptly, 'but...,'

'I know, I'll take you somewhere. Jacob, let's go to Chinatown,'

Although he sounded like he knew the place well, this was actually the first time Feng Yiping had been to Chinatown in the United States. After passing through the tall archway, there were Chinese character signs hanging on the buildings along the street, most of which were restaurants.

The street was not long, and Feng Yiping got off the car with Ma Ling in the middle, not in a hurry to find a place to go in. It wasn't until he saw two old men speaking Cantonese, picking their teeth and leisurely walking out of a restaurant, that he took Ma Ling into this prosperous restaurant.

They ordered Mapo tofu, hot and sour shredded potatoes, steamed Chinese broccoli, braised aubergines and a tomato and winter melon soup. There was not a single meat dish.

The restaurant he chose was quite authentic. Like many foreigners, Ma Ling had a soft spot for Mapo tofu. While slurping the spicy dish, he kept scooping it into his mouth with a spoon and kept saying, 'It tastes so good!'

To be fair, the taste of the food cooked in the restaurant can only be described as average.

However, this was the first time Feng Yiping had eaten rice in four days, and his appetite was wide open. The portions of the dishes were not large, but in the end they were both cleaned up, with nothing wasted.

'Your eating habits are really healthy,' Ma Ling praised with a smile.

'Thank you!' Actually, I was thinking of eating unhealthy fried pork.

'Can I give you a lift back to the university?'

'Sure, but what about that idea you mentioned earlier?'

'I've always felt that there are many other ways to achieve results. For example, livestock such as cows emit large amounts of methane, which is one of the greenhouse gases that cause global warming.

Can we, without affecting the cows' health or milk production and quality, study an additive that, when mixed in with the feed and eaten by the cows, can reduce their methane emissions? "Feng Yiping answered his own question, "There must be a way,'

'You have a lot of ideas,' Ma Ling said, 'What you think about is more general than what she is doing now,' 'What about your idea of raising more food?'

Jacob happened to pull up in the car, and Ma Ling nimbly jumped in, sat on the other side, and asked Feng Yiping with a smile, 'Have you thought of anything yet?'

'Right now it's just a general idea, but my idea is a systematic project that requires the combined efforts of many people to implement. However, if it can be implemented, its influence and effect will definitely be very considerable,'

'Tell me, oh, sorry,' Ma Ling's phone rang. She read the text message: "My roommate thought I wasn't going to go back today and called someone over.'

Needless to say, it must be her boyfriend!

"Why don't you come to our place? We live in a suite and have a spare room,' Jacob extended an invitation at the critical moment.

'It's not convenient, is it?' Ma Ling felt a little embarrassed.

'It's a waste to leave it empty anyway,' added the good comrade Jacob.

'Okay, I'll go sit down and listen to your ideas, but I'll be back tonight. I'll let Annie know,' she said, as if to emphasise the point, and pulled out her phone to send a text message.

'Okay, now can you tell me your idea about raising food?'

'My rough idea is this: build a website called Free Rice. Users just need to open the link and answer the questions on the page. For every correct answer, ten grains of rice will be added to the wooden basin on the page,'

Feng Yiping's idea was, of course, also copied, and was born out of a public welfare website managed by the United Nations Food Programme and the Harvard Berkman Center that he happened to open later.

However, the original website was for everyone to learn English.

'But who will pay for the rice?' Ma Ling was completely captivated by Feng Yiping's idea, and didn't pay attention to the fact that Jacob was staying in the hotel lobby to check in, and was still discussing the details with Feng Yiping in the elevator.

When Feng Yiping opened the suite, she walked in without hesitation or embarrassment. 'If the person answering the question pays, it's a problem,'

'You're right. So, I think the person answering the question just needs to answer the question. During the process of answering the question, advertisements can pop up on the page. The advertising fee is the amount of rice won by the user answering the question, which they donate to the United Nations World Food Programme,'