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Chapter 406 Is Adebayor getting arrogant?

After everyone left, Adebayo checked the equipment they had prepared one last time. After confirming that there were no problems, he called Shen Fei again.

"Mr. Shen, there's something I'd like to discuss with you!"

On the other end of the phone, Shen Fei had already become a doting father to his daughter at home.

When Zhang Mingzhu saw that it was Adebayor calling, she gently picked up her daughter and prepared to make a phone call to the side.

"What is it?"

"Times is here for another interview!"

"Aren't you a regular at Time Magazine? We're always getting interviews with you, aren't we?"

"This time it's different. It seems like they're doing a long feature article, and the deputy editor-in-chief is coming in person. The title is 'Steve Jobs of Africa'."

Adebayor laughed after saying that, after all, he knew his own abilities.

Back then, he was just a small-time street vendor. Although he was better off than most Africans, he was still just a nobody in the outside world...

Shen Fei gave him this opportunity to change his fate, so he knew very well why he was chosen.

"The Steve Jobs of Africa."

Adler, that hat is huge!

Time magazine does offer these kinds of interviews, but they cost money. What's going on with you...?

"Boss, that's exactly what I wanted to say. I also feel like something's not quite right this time!"

Adebayor, on the other end of the phone, was also anxious: "I feel like this is a carefully orchestrated hype, someone wants to make me arrogant."

Shen Fei nodded in agreement. As expected of the person he had chosen, this person was indeed intelligent.

Shen Fei instantly realized that it seemed the United States couldn't hold back any longer.

However, they knew that they couldn't use telepathy to suppress the enemy, so they wanted to try a different approach.

They hyped up the agent in Africa to the skies, making him feel like he was the main character and that the telepathic message was just a stepping stone.

Once you've praised him enough, then have someone persuade him: "Adebayor, why don't you go solo?"

"Adebayor, do you want some?"

Shen Fei's tone still carried a hint of amusement, and Adebayor's laughter on the other end of the phone grew even louder.

"Boss, I've made this choice many times, but without you, there would be no Adebayor today."

"How about we cooperate with them and put on a show?"

"Let's have some fun then!"

Oh, and don't let that interfere with important business; urge them to expedite the license plate applications in various locations again.

By the way, we're not short of money, but we shouldn't let people treat us like fools. If anyone thinks they're so capable, let our security team invite them for tea; I'm sure they'll come to their senses.

"Boss, don't worry, the brothers are all ready!"

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The formal interview took place on November 12th.

The interview was scheduled for 2 p.m., and Adebayor's office had been temporarily renovated once again.

The biggest change was that the books on the desk had been rearranged. The ones with the covers facing outwards were all specially selected by Time magazine, and they were mostly top works on African economic development and technological innovation.

Of course, there are also some books about entrepreneurship. In short, all the details point to one attitude: Adebayor wants to go it alone.

Adebayor was very cooperative and even picked out a few more books.

They're all books about how to be a good founder and how to make a startup successful.

After all, details determine success or failure, and he also wants the people behind him to feel that he is enjoying his status and becoming arrogant.

The formal interview started at 1:30.

Richard Hoffman's handshake was the kind of diplomatic handshake that had been trained over many years, and although he wanted to change it, he still shook hands with it subconsciously.

"Mr. Adeba, thank you very much for taking the time to do this interview."

Hoffman sat down on the sofa next to him, crossed one leg, and sat down in a relaxed posture, as if this were just an ordinary interview and had no other purpose.

"Mr. Adebayor, we have been paying close attention to the development of the technology industry in Africa."

In recent years, Africa's technology industry has also been developing rapidly, but among all African technology entrepreneurs, you are the one with the most interesting story.

We hope that through this report, readers around the world will learn about your story—not just Transsion's story, but your personal story.

Hoffman was indeed a seasoned veteran; when he spoke, he could discern a great deal from his tone of voice, even though the words themselves didn't reveal much.

Adebayor immediately imitated Rebbs and became sincere.

"Mr. Hoffmann, it's my pleasure!"

When Adebayo said this, his smile was so genuine that Hoffman couldn't detect any flaws.

"However, I'm curious why they're so interested in me this time."

Previously, reporters always conducted solo interviews, so this time I'm truly flattered that you've led the team.

Hoffman's smile remained unchanged, but he still sensed that Adebayo's attitude was a bit off. He quickly realized that since he had come to interview him in person, it was normal for the other party to be a little agitated.

So he answered the question with a smile.

"Because the time has come."

In 08, 10, and during those few short interviews, you were the head of Transsion's Africa division.

But today... after all these years of effort, your influence has driven the formulation of Nigeria's communications policy and influenced the direction of technological development in various African countries.

You are no longer just a simple person in charge of Africa; you are a leader in the entire African technology industry.

leader!

Upon hearing those two words, Alabay's face instantly lit up with uncontrollable smugness.

Although he didn't nod, the smile on his face was full of pride.

Hoffman also thought his words were very clever.

After all, in their view, the other party was not just the head of Transsion in Africa, but a leader in the field of African technology.

The difference between these two identities is very obvious: the former's power comes from telepathy, while the latter's power comes from himself.

Adebayor outwardly couldn't stop smiling, but inwardly he thought to himself, "I've caught the first compliment, but I know this is just the beginning."

The US's sugar-coated bullets come one after another.

"You flatter me!"

He waved his hand, and although he was very modest, he couldn't hide the smugness on his face.

"I just did what I was supposed to do."

It mainly relied on the company. Transsion provided me with a platform, and I did some things useful for Africa on that platform, nothing more.

"No, Mr. Adebayo."

Hoffman didn't feel that his efforts had been in vain. After all, wordplay was still necessary, and the more Aribayo boasted about his telepathic communication, the more it showed that he was a smart man.

Since he's still working for the same company, he can't very well stab his boss in the back; that would be heartless and would only lower his standing in the eyes of others.

"Transsion is a Chinese company, and its success in Africa is largely due to you."

You are the one who introduced Transsion to Africa; it's not Transsion that made you the President Adebayor you are today.

Actually, before coming here, I had learned about Transsion in many countries, and they all believed that Transsion's success in Africa was due to you.