Temptation of love! Mr. Feng, Miss Chang has resigned

Feng Yi looked at her: "What are you doing?" Helping him share his worries?

Chang Yao likes Nanxi Apartment very much. She doesn’t want the outside voices to affect its topping-out process, so she wants to do her best to see if she can save the situation.

"Boss Feng, if we can hold the Yu Group accountable at this time, we might be able to restore their impression."

Feng Yi nodded, feeling that her ideas were consistent with his, except that he would do it more directly.

His eyes softened a lot: "I appreciate your kindness."

Her method may not be very good, but they will become a family after all, and she will just be an outsider.

"Mr. Feng, I'll go downstairs to punch in first." Chang Yao stood up carrying the garbage.

Feng Yi looked at her: "Chang Yao, if you start a self-media company, what name would you choose?"

"Nowadays, self-media companies all have very unique names. If it were me, I would call it Yiyi Media. Yi means talking in dreams, which represents the ability to realize dreams. Yi refers to anyone, and the combination means that anyone can realize their dreams."

Feng Yi nodded in approval: "Not bad."

Chang Yao looked at him: "Boss Feng, are you going to start a company?"

"You'll know when it's done." Feng Yi went downstairs to find Ning Yuan.

Ning Yuan and his men were having a meeting while eating in the conference room. When they saw President Feng walk in, they immediately put away their lunch boxes and waved to signal them to pay attention to their image.

They quickly took their lunch boxes out and placed them carefully at their workstations, waiting to eat after the meeting.

They also took a tissue to wipe their mouths before walking into the meeting room.

Feng Yi pulled out a chair and sat down: "The self-media company is called Yiyi."

He took a pen and wrote his name on the back of the paper and handed it to Ning Yuan. Ning Yuan saw these two words and felt a little fresh. It turned out that Mr. Feng had this kind of taste.

"Boss Feng, let's register a new company under this name."

"As for the self-media company, you go over there and keep an eye on it yourself until you find the right person to take over."

"Okay, Mr. Feng." Ning Yuan nodded.

When they walked into the meeting room, they saw President Feng walking out. They were confused. Is the meeting over already?

Ning Yuan waved his hand and said, "Here are the materials I asked you to prepare. This is the company name. Hurry up and register it."

Since Mr. Feng asked him to be in charge of this matter, he has already found a company and submitted the rent for approval. Now he is just waiting for all the documents to arrive before officially opening the company.

They handed all the things to the designated person in charge, and the rest returned to their workstations to eat.

Feng Yi returned to the office to work and was busy until the end of the day. Chang Yao drove an electric car into the area towards the villa. The security guard guarding the roadside was a little uncomfortable. He only saw luxury cars every day, and suddenly an ordinary electric car bumped in.

The security guard came out and tried to stop them, but when he saw Mr. Feng’s car following behind, he immediately let them pass.

Chang Yao parked the car in the yard, walked into the house, and saw a mummy about the same height as her standing at the entrance.

She glanced at the information on the express delivery note. This was the first generation robot. She picked up a fruit knife from the table and carefully cut open the packaging film, fearing that she would scratch the robot's body if she used too much force.

Feng Yi brought out two glasses of water, one for himself and one for her. Her glass was still warm.

Chang Yao looked at the gray robots with small heads and large bodies. The factory workers had marked the switch positions on them.

She flipped the switch, and the robot suddenly twitched, its body slowly moving.

After about ten minutes, the robot officially took up its post: "I am your life manager, Master. What can I do for you?"

Chang Yao took the manual, followed the instructions, downloaded the life manager software, entered his production batch number, and was able to control him.

She changed the name of the robot butler to: Xiaoyi.

After the robot successfully inputs: "Master, I am at your service."

Chang Yao gave the order: "Pour me a glass of water."

Xiaoyi began to scan the layout of the house on the first floor. After forming a structural diagram in his mind, he walked slowly towards the kitchen.

Chang Yao opened the memo to record her experience using the robot. The house was too big and the robot moved slowly, so people with impatient tendencies should be careful.

She saw an unopened package on the ground, so she took a knife and opened the box. It was a cooking machine, which she carried to the kitchen.

After the power was turned on, Xiaoyi walked in. The robot first connected with the cooking machine and then poured water.

Chang Yao looked through the manual and saw that the robot needed to input the owner's appearance in order to find the person accurately.

She opened the software and turned on facial recognition. She scanned Feng Yi's face, confirmed it was entered, and then scanned her own.

Xiaoyi continued to transmit data in his head. He walked to the edge of the sofa and tried to judge who had asked him to pour water just now.

Chang Yao walked up to it and took the water cup from it: "Xiaoyi, thank you."

It quickly said, "You're welcome, Chang Yao."

Chang Yao continued to let him work: "Xiaoyi, go cook."

Xiaoyi walked slowly towards the kitchen, found the refrigerator, opened it, and took out the ingredients according to the recipe.

Some ingredients were missing, and Xiaoyi kept muttering, "Chang Yao, I need garlic."

Chang Yao set herself as the robot's emergency contact, so it will call her if anything happens.

She opened her phone and entered the dietary restrictions in the cooking column: no onions, ginger, and garlic, and slightly spicy.

The data was input into Xiaoyi's mind. Xiaoyi closed the refrigerator, started washing the cooking machine, and then started operating the cooking machine.

Feng Yi watched from the side and said: "This version is just barely passable."

Chang Yao couldn't help but speak up for Xiao Yi: "It's a robot. It's already very good to be able to do this."

Feng Yi watched it cook the whole time in the kitchen. It looked like it was washing the vegetables properly, so they should be edible.

Normally, people can eat in half an hour, but this time their meal took an hour.

Chang Yao sat on the dining chair and drank water, looking at the kitchen from time to time. Feng Yi was getting a little annoyed with waiting.

Finally, when both of them wanted to order takeout, the robot brought the dishes to the table and she picked up the chopsticks and handed them to Feng Yi.

They tasted the food cooked by the cooking machine, and Chang Yao felt that it was not as delicious as the one cooked by Feng Yi.

She took out her cell phone to record: Cooking machine, the food is not tasty to anyone, people who don’t care about food can buy it, but those who are a little picky should be careful.

Despite such torture, we finished the meal. The robot cleaned up the dishes and put them in the dishwasher.

Feng Yi followed over and pressed the switch to start the dishwasher.

He discovered a problem with the robot butler. If he wanted to use a robot butler, he would have to replace all the machines in the house, which was not a good idea.

Feng Yi brought a laptop from upstairs, wrote the program on the spot, took a look at its production number, and directly implanted it into the program.

The housekeeper detected a foreign program and the body instinctively rejected it, causing it to get stuck.

When Feng Yi saw this, he called Li De directly, obtained the highest authority, and continued to implant the program.

The robots he trained have the ability to learn independently and can control all the machines in the home.

Feng Yi said: "I want to eat fruit."

Xiaoyi scanned his face: "Okay, Mr. Feng."