Miss Elizabeth Miller is chief reporter for the New York Business Times.
The Times has been published for 20 years and is known for its in-depth and unique insights and professional and detailed information.
It is one of the famous business magazines with the largest circulation in the world and is a must-have on the desks of business and financial giants, high-level government officials and elites in various industries.
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Five years ago, an Easterner who was originally unknown in the financial world came to Wall Street and rose rapidly. e Investment Company, with its distinctive personality and successful short-term investment and company trading business that is difficult for others to copy, has attracted the attention of many people in the industry and has become a top investor on Wall Street.
His funds have become the star targets of hot money.
He himself has been selected as one of the most influential Wall Street figures of the year by Business Times for two consecutive years.
This person has no English name, he is Chinese.
From the first day he appeared on Wall Street, he presented himself by his Chinese name Feng Kezhi.
Wall Street peers and clients generally call him by his surname "Feng".
Feng's vision is extremely precise, he dares to take risks, and his methods make people smell a bit of iron and blood under the legal framework.
Those who followed him regarded him as a god and flocked to him, while bankrupts cursed him as a vampire and executioner.
He has become famous on Wall Street and is rumored to have a special background, but he is extremely low-key and never accepts interviews from any newspapers or magazines, even serious publications like Business Times.
For two consecutive years, he did not even participate in the character New Year carnival held by the magazine.
Recently, there are rumors in the market that he has been appreciated by Felix Sr., a famous veteran of Wall Street and the former chairman of the Commercial Credit Company, and intends to merge the companies to create a joint group.
Reporters from various business newspapers and magazines are more interested in him and are trying their best to interview him, but so far, no one has succeeded.
Miss Miller heard that a colleague from a famous daily newspaper actually followed and filmed the young genius investor in order to report on how he spent his day.
Naturally, the final result was that when he followed Feng near his residence in Belle Harbor, Long Island, he was thrown out by the bodyguard, and the film was ripped out of the camera.
Twenty years after the magazine was first published, the editor-in-chief hoped that she could do a personal interview about Feng as a special report in the current issue.
Miss Miller had noticed the face of this strange oriental man since a few years ago, when Feng had just emerged on Wall Street.
I have been contacted many times hoping to interview Feng, but have always been declined by his office.
Now I have taken over the task again.
In her early years, she graduated from the University of Iowa School of Journalism, which was the first school to accept co-educational education for male and female students.
With ten times more efforts than men and her outstanding overall conditions, she finally made it in this news world where men are absolutely dominant.
Fighting his way out.
After ten years in the industry, she has successfully interviewed famous business figures from all walks of life.
He also had a personal relationship with old Felix.
I visited him a few days ago and expressed the hope of asking old Felix to help me bridge the gap and arrange an exclusive interview.
Felix Sr. said it was a matter of Feng's personal preference.
Not everyone likes to be exposed to the public eye, even if it is in a business journal, he cannot interfere with his privacy because of himself and his personal relationship.
But he can help her mention something in front of Feng.
Whether he accepts it or not is entirely up to him.
Miss Miller thanked her and left.
This was a week ago.
She still hasn't received any feedback from Feng's office.
According to the information, Feng went to participate in a club sailing competition today.
At about five o'clock in the afternoon, the competition ended and the sailing boat was able to return to port.
She arrived at the Statue of Liberty Harbor in Manhattan early and waited there.
Before five o'clock, the club staff who took her pointed to a sailboat sailing in the distance and said, that was Feng's boat.
The sailboat soon returned to shore.
Miss Miller saw Feng, whom she had seen countless times in photos and was so familiar that his face could be seen with her eyes closed.
Miss Miller knew that he looked outstanding, but she was still a little surprised when she saw him in person.
This Chinese man is as tall and thin as any Western man.
According to Miss Miller's visual inspection and experience, there should be no trace of fat on his body under his white sailing suit, and he is full of masculine power.
His skin is slightly dark, his facial features are clear, and his eyes are bright.
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He looks younger and more charming than in the photo.
In the same boat, in addition to several of his sailing assistants, there was also a six or seven-year-old boy who was also wearing a sailing competition uniform.
The boy's facial features are somewhat similar to his, so he should be his son.
Miss Miller heard from the staff member just now that Feng's son likes surfing and sailing.
Feng came to the game today probably to accompany his son.
In the dazzling sunshine of the port, he and the boy furled the sails together and handed over the remaining matters to the ship's assistant.
The father and son talked and laughed as they walked ashore.
The boy seemed very excited.
While chasing his father's strides, he loudly talked to his father in Chinese that Miss Miller had been learning for more than half a year but was still talking outside the door.
Suddenly, the boy seemed to say "mom", and Miss Miller understood the word.
Not sure what he said, Feng laughed and touched his son's head as if to express his appreciation.
Under the sun, the teeth he showed when he smiled were white and neat.
The father and son quickly passed in front of Miss Miller.
"Mr.
Feng, wait a minute.
I am Elizabeth Miller, a reporter from Business Times.
I wonder if you have heard my name from Mr.
Felix before?"
Miss Miller hurriedly chased after her and called someone to stop her.
The Chinese man stopped, turned his head along with the boy beside him, and looked at him.
She took out her business card and handed it over, showing the most perfect smile that she had practiced countless times in the mirror: "Mr.
Feng, you should know the professionalism and authority of Business Times.
Old Mr.
Felix is ours."
Old friends.
We plan to publish a special issue for our 20th anniversary.
It would be our greatest honor if you could be our special report. ” After she finished speaking, she saw that the Chinese man just looked at her and nodded politely but obviously coldly.
In response, she handed the business card to a person who followed behind her, took her son's hand, and turned to leave.
Miss Miller became a little anxious.
If you miss today, I'm afraid you won't have such a good opportunity next time.
"Mr.
Feng, please rest assured of my professional ability.
If you are free, why not read the interview I wrote for Mr.
Felix Sr.
After reading it, it is not too late for you to decide whether to accept it."
She immediately chased after him again and added.
Feng continued to walk forward.
"Mr.
Feng, please believe in my sincerity."
Just when Miss Miller looked at his back with disappointment, thinking that she had completely lost her chance, suddenly, his steps slowed down, stopped, and finally turned around.
"Okay.
I'll let the office make arrangements and contact you later."
He answered in pure English, then raised his hand, touched the face of his son who was looking up at him, took his hand, and strode away again.
Miss Miller breathed a sigh of relief and was overjoyed.
She watched Feng and his son disappear from sight and hurriedly left to make final preparations before the interview.
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Feng did not keep Miss Miller waiting.
Three days later, she arrived at the door of Feng's dete company on Fifth Avenue as promised.
The appearance of this company looks ordinary on Wall Street, where business groups and established giants are crowded.
There is nothing particularly conspicuous about it.
But it is behind this door that Feng comes here on time at nine o'clock every morning, directs his employees, operates the U.S. dollars measured in hundreds of millions, and conducts transactions based on his brain's judgment. investment activities.
According to the information that Miss Miller has collected, Feng's age should be around thirty-five or sixteen years old.
His wife was once an assistant to the famous Professor Friedman.
When she first came to the United States five years ago, she still worked for the professor.
Before that, he was employed by the Department of Mathematics of the University of Chicago, which is known for its openness.
In just a few years, he obtained the qualification of professor based on the research paper he published on logarithm theory.
He has twin children.
He attended West Point Military Academy in his early years, participated in World War II in China, and held the rank of general.
In addition, he seemed to have a special identity and background.
The family came to the United States five years ago.
While studying for a finance degree at Harvard, he entered Wall Street and made some small investments at first.
Because of his accurate judgment, he became famous and attracted attention.
He has not yet become a U.S. citizen.
This is some of the personal information Miss Miller learned about Feng.
Miss Miller is very much looking forward to conducting today's exclusive interview and attaches great importance to it.
Dress up deliberately and carefully, and be sure to appear in front of the interviewee in your most capable, professional, yet feminine image.
She was brought to Feng's office door on time by a secretary.
The secretary knocked on the door for her and pushed it open.
Miss Miller came into the office.
This is a large office covering an area of about fifty square meters.
Beside the three walls are rows of tall mahogany bookshelves filled with various books and folders.
In the middle is a desk of the same mahogany wood, with a row of sofas surrounding it opposite.
The overall design is simple and concise, which is in line with Miss Miller's imagination of Feng's personal style.
Feng was already sitting on the sofa, waiting for her.
Different from the way he looked in his sailing competition suit three days ago, today's interviewee is wearing a well-tailored gray three-piece suit that is obviously made by a famous craftsman, a snow-white shirt, and a black and gray striped t-shirt.
Tie, broad shoulders and narrow waist, slender legs, and a pair of leather shoes on his feet, spotless, not even a speck of dust can be seen on the heels.
The whole person, from head to toe, was graceful and elegant, with outstanding demeanor, which made Miss Miller's eyes shine.
Compared to his cold attitude at the port that day, although his expression was still serious today, he seemed much more polite.
After the secretary brought the coffee, he asked Miss Miller to take a seat, and he also sat on a sofa diagonally opposite.
After he sat down, he casually crossed his left leg over his right leg.
Miss Miller saw a small section of his calf exposed under his left trousers with a cold metallic sheen.
She immediately remembered the news that he had participated in World War II and had made outstanding achievements.
Because of the attention, in Miss Miller's mind, Feng, who had only seen the real person three days ago, was like a person she had known for a long time.
She didn't expect to see such a scene.
The scene before his eyes was when he took his son ashore after participating in a sailing competition three days ago.
Miss Miller suppressed the surprise in her heart and a complicated and strange feeling that she didn't know what it was.
She looked away, took out a paper and pen, smiled on her face, raised her head, and immediately started the interview.
Naturally, the topics discussed were all related to his financial and business activities.
Unlike many people that Miss Miller has interviewed before who like to express themselves in long speeches, the interviewee opposite has a sharp mind, eloquent eloquence, and is accustomed to expressing his thoughts in short and often concise words. .
This was the impression he left on Miss Miller not long after the conversation.
The interview went very well.
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When meeting such an interviewee, Ms.
Miller's mood was immediately adjusted to the best state, and she was full of witty words.
In addition to guiding the other party to say what he needs, he also showed his mind and eloquence to the other party.
Miss Miller felt that although Feng's expression was always serious from beginning to end, he should be satisfied with her visit today.
After asking the last prepared question about his collaboration with Felix Sr., the business part came to an end.
The half-hour interview time is almost up.
But Miss Miller didn't want to leave yet.
She wanted to continue this conversation.
Her curiosity has been completely aroused, and she wants to know more about this mysterious and low-key man from China opposite.
Because it is an exclusive interview with a person, as a rule, if the other party is willing to cooperate, she can also ask some questions other than business.
Her eyes fell on the desk nearby.
On the corner of the table, there were several photos.
One of the photos in a spotlessly polished frame showed an elderly Chinese man with deep eyes and snow-white hair.
His facial profile looked somewhat similar to Feng's.
"Mr.
Feng, may I venture to guess that this old man is your father?"
Feng stared at the photo frame and nodded: "Yes.
My father.
A person I respect very much."
"I heard that you Chinese are used to parents and children living together.
Is he with you?"
Feng glanced at her.
"My father died last year."
Miss Miller was stunned and apologized hastily: "Sorry, I don't know.
I shouldn't have asked this."
Feng said: "It doesn't matter, people will have such a day.
My father passed away peacefully.
My wife, I, and the children were all by his side at that time.
He was very happy and said that he had lived a wonderful life.
No regrets."
Because of Feng's relationship, Miss Miller also learned about some of Feng's father's early deeds and knew that he was also a influential figure in China at that time.
She nodded and said, "He should also be proud of having a son like you. ” She changed the topic to a lighter topic.
"Mr.
Feng, of course you know that you have been named one of Wall Street's Persons of the Year for two consecutive years.
But you probably don't know that in addition to business figures, just last month, your face was also associated with that of many Hollywood male movie stars.
Together, he was named one of the most attractive men’s faces in the world by Women’s Times magazine.
I don’t know what you think about this.”
She stared at him.
Feng paused and then laughed.
This was the first time Miss Miller had seen a smile on his face since entering the office.
It was as if the ice and snow were melting and the sun was shining through the clouds.
It is no exaggeration to say that Miss Miller felt her heart beat slightly.
"Thank you.
This should be good news.
I hope my wife can see it and agree with it."
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He smiled and responded humorously.
Miss Miller was stunned and couldn't help but look at another family photo on her desk.
A young woman wearing a beautiful Chinese cheongsam sat side by side with Feng in military uniform.
On their laps, each held a child who looked to be one year old, with a smile on his face.
The breath of happiness came to my face.
I didn't expect that he would take the initiative to mention his wife in such a gentle tone.
Miss Miller seemed to smell something and immediately asked: "Mr.
Feng, would you mind talking about your wife?
I know she is a mathematician.
I have also seen the photos of you when you were married in Shanghai.
Wedding, very sensational.
Your wife is really beautiful before I come here today.
I also learned about some Chinese customs.
I heard that in many places in China, parents make marriage arrangements for their children early for the purpose of stabilizing their relationship.
Many couples barely see each other before they get married.
I'm curious how you and your wife met and established their relationship."
Feng smiled again: "You are right.
Although my wife and I met each other very late, we were still very young."
He stretched out his hand and gestured with an emphasis.
"At such a young age, we had already made an engagement.
As soon as we met, I was moved by her.
I fell in love at first sight and decided that I would not marry her in my life.
I launched a passionate pursuit of her.
My wife was also quickly attracted to me.
We were so moved by our true love that we got married to this day.”
"I allow you to include what I said in the interview."
He stared at the surprised and envious female reporter opposite.
"Ms.
Miller, frankly speaking, the reason why I accepted your interview is because of my wife.
In a few days, it will be the tenth anniversary of my successful proposal to her.
I would like to take this opportunity to express my gratitude to her.
I express my love for her again.
Thank you for being with me all these years.
I hope she can have a little surprise when the time comes.”
I didn't expect such an unexpected gain.
Miss Miller was surprised and happy.
She hurriedly recorded it, asked about the date, and said, "This is our honor.
Don't worry."
Suddenly, she remembered, stopped writing, and raised her eyes in confusion.
"Wait a minute, Mr.
Feng, according to my information, it seems that you and your wife have been married for more than ten years."
Feng smiled slightly: "This is a secret between my wife and I, no comment."
Miss Miller shrugged and made a note.
Feng glanced at the watch on his wrist.
Miss Miller knew that the time had passed.
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Although she was still reluctant to leave, she also knew that she could not forcefully delay it any longer.
She packed up her pen and notebook, thanked him for the interview, got up and left.
Feng walked her to the office door.
Before Miss Miller was about to go out, she stopped in her tracks, lowered her head, glanced at his left leg that was covered by his trousers, hesitated, raised her eyes, stared at the man in front of her, and said, "Mr.
Feng, If my guess is correct, you should have lost your leg in the war.
You are not only a successful investor, but also a real man.
I admire you and your wife and wish you happiness forever. " Feng smiled slightly: "Thank you for your blessings, Miss, I believe you will also have them.
Today's visit is very pleasant.
I hope to see the sample issue as soon as possible." gd1806102: