On a winter night, the moon flickers 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 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 the signing 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 never abandons him, 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", he is full of gangsterism and an absolutely ruthless character, so he would also be quite good as "Feng Biao".
Think of 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. They drank the wine quietly and leisurely, drinking and eating the food and wine at the same time.
Fried peanuts, soy sauce beef, and mixed pig ears, authentic!
In my ears, I could hear the laughter and curses of fellow bathers everywhere, 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 the 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 with lingering sounds.
Lu Fei patted his thighs happily and enjoyed the fun of the bathhouse. At this moment, his cell phone buzzed and vibrated.
"What's the matter, Old Lu?"
"Mr. Lu, the domain name has been registered by a Zhengxing Banner man who is in the video business." Lu Huateng seemed hurt and 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 squatted on so many domain names, and he understands the mentality of the people who are squatted because he often hurts (traps) and harms (deceives) them, and he 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 it was no longer worth the price. Otherwise, how could it have been listed for so long without anyone buying it. .CoM
Lu Huateng wondered: "But how can we bargain?"
"I'll help you with this. I've obtained 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, in the past 2 hours, I received a reply before getting off work. It was clearly listed on the public domain name market for 2.5 million US dollars, but privately, I was scrambling for every dollar for the difference of 10,000 US dollars.
At the end of the day, 60,000 US dollars, almost 500,000 RMB, was collected [].
"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——
Summoned by MIH CEO Cus Baker.
Compared with the trivial matter of obtaining the domain name, a more important matter that Lu Fei entrusted him with finally became clear.
Inviting Thomas Friedman to China is not easy.
This man has a very high status in the journalism world. He is not only a columnist for the New York Times, but also a best-selling author. He has even won the Pulitzer Prize for Journalism three times.
Invitations from little shrimps like myself, even in the name of MIH headquarters, have always come to nothing.
"Beck, any good news?"
"Yeah, Thomas promised to meet you."
Baker shook Mediterranean's head, "But I don't understand why you, and Huaxia Continent-->>
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Why are you so persistent in 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 co-author, not only Lu Fei himself, but also Feigou.com and Penguin will have two different levels of influence in the United States and around the world.
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 crowd 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 the MIH company with two invitations a day over and over again. I finally got annoyed and gave him 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 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, "TheWorldIsFlat".
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 was farting throughout the whole article, and all I was thinking about was business, so despicable!
In particular, "The Art of the Deal" is also a best-seller, what a real estate agent like a clown!
With contempt, he glanced at ten lines, and when he saw "globalization", he became more and more contemptuous, but 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 read casually and read it again carefully.
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 reached 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 discuss how the world is flattening.”
Why does 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, and for the rest, I can only go to China to ask him for it."
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.
"Apart from some minor issues with wording, the perspective on globalization is novel."
Thomas Friedman adjusted his mood and regained his composure. He came up with the idea of meeting Lu Fei in China. 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, which allowed Thomas Friedman to pursue his studies and pursue him all the way to China——
Awesome~
