If this was a normal person, Wan Feng might explain to him the reason for the current technological gap between China and the rest of the world, but since the other person was from Hunan and Hong Kong, he didn't have the mind to do so.

You're trying to reason with someone who's been educated like an idiot since childhood? That's absolutely pointless.

Even if your explanation is clear and reasonable, they will stick to their own views without wavering.

In rural areas of the north, people use the term "the kind of person who would rather give someone a fried dough stick than chew a piece of shit" as an insult.

It is more effective to deal with such a person who has a servile mindset than to use words to deal with him with a slap in the face.

Of course, slapping him is not an option now. After all, he is a guest visiting South Bay. Even though Wan Feng feels uncomfortable, he has to put on a smile.

"Then what are you doing here, Mr. Luo? We don't have many foreign products here. Even if we do, they're from the former Soviet Union. You wouldn't be interested in them."

"Ms. Lin said you're a technology company and you have many advanced products. I'd like to see what products you have. I'm considering becoming your agent."

"Haha, Mr. Luo, you've come to the wrong place. We have our own intellectual property rights for these products, which means most of them are developed in-house. You must think they're worthless. I suggest you quickly find a foreign manufacturer to represent you. The moon in foreign countries is much brighter than the moon in China."

There was already a clear hint of sarcasm in Wan Feng's tone.

If slapping someone isn't an option, I can at least make some sarcastic remarks.

"I've looked at the products represented by Lin Lairong's company. Although your products aren't as good as foreign ones, they're cheaper and the quality is just okay."

Wan Feng strongly suspected that this guy was a novice businessman. He said in front of others that other people's products were not good and he still wanted to be an agent. This was really fucking ridiculous.

"I think Mr. Luo has a full forehead and a round chin, making him a good stock trader. Why doesn't he just stay in the stock market and work on the long and short term? That's much more promising than being an agent for some product. That's what you people from Hunan and Hong Kong should do."

People from Hunan and Hong Kong can only speculate in real estate and stocks, so it would be better to trick them into becoming cannon fodder in the stock market.

"Oh! Boss Wan also has experience in stock trading?"

Wan Feng shook his head: "I only come out to join in the fun occasionally. Most of the time I don't care about stocks."

"I wonder what stocks Boss Wan is playing with now? Is it listed on the Shenzhen Stock Exchange or the Hang Seng?"

"I don't have any stocks. I'm busy running production and don't have time to play with those nonsense things."

"Oh my! How can Boss Wan be so indifferent to the financial industry? The financial industry is the right direction for social development. Only the financial industry will dominate the world in the future. Compared with the financial industry, the manufacturing industry is nothing."

It is basically certain that this guy graduated from a university in the United States.

It's not to say that Luo Dasheng's words don't make sense. Isn't the US currently moving towards this goal? Ultimately, the US economy has become a financial industry, and decades later, when they look back, they'll be stunned.

The financial industry without manufacturing as its foundation is like a building on the beach or a mirage in the clouds, which becomes something illusory.

That’s why a president called “Too Outrageous” came to power and shouted that America should be great again and wanted to return to manufacturing.

Haha! It’s not great anymore.

"I'm not indifferent to the financial industry, but I don't think I'm cut out for it, so I haven't done much research on it. Mr. Luo is so optimistic about the financial industry, so why doesn't he invest in it?"

"I also bought a few stocks, and they are doing well now."

During the conversation between Wan Feng and Luo Dasheng, Lin Lairong never interrupted. She knew that Wan Feng did not have a good impression of Luo Dasheng, and he had frowned several times during the conversation.

I remember when I first met this guy, he told me very rudely not to speak such nonsense without giving me any face.

Today, he was able to politely chat with Luo Dasheng, which was already a great honor for himself. Maybe this guy would give him a bad look later.

Lin Lairong and Wan Feng have been dealing with each other for several years and have a certain understanding of Wan Feng's character.

She was also angry at Luo Dasheng's superior attitude. She had reminded him to correct his attitude when he came.

But this guy probably forgot, how can you talk about finance with a person who just got a lot of money from the Russian screws?

Wan Feng must have embezzled a lot of money during his trip to Russia. She knew this because she had a phone call with Wan Feng before he left.

Wan Feng did not hide the fact on the phone that he went to Russia to sell stocks.

If he hadn't flatly rejected her request, she would have been ready to join in the fun.

If there was no benefit, would he go there in person?

The profit that this guy cares about is not just a few hundred or tens of millions. Just like the Xianggang football betting incident, he would not move unless the profit exceeded 100 million.

Lin Lairong's guess was correct. As expected, after Wan Feng arranged for someone to take Luo Dasheng and Pan Tingfeng to visit Huaguang Technology, which had already relocated, he opened fire on her.

"Ms. Lin! I hope you'll introduce normal people to me when you introduce people from Hunan and Hong Kong. Don't bring people like this here. I don't want them. You could bring them to any place in mainland China to bully a county magistrate or mayor, but bringing them to me is just to disgust me."

"He said he wanted to be the agent for some of your company's products. I thought it would be a good way to open up new sources of revenue for your company, and if he succeeded, Juchuang Trading could also earn some shipping fees. So, I brought him here."

"Haha, a guy who sells my products here but says my products are not as good as foreigners', do you think I will be the agent for my products? It's as if my products are very difficult to sell."

Isn't this a typical case of eating my food and smashing my pot?

Lin Lairong thought about it and felt that what Wan Feng said made sense.

"Hey! Let's not talk about this for now. Give me some advice. I invested in a few stocks before the New Year. What do you think of their short-term prospects?"

"I don't really know much about stocks. If you're buying listed or Shenzhen-listed stocks, maybe I can give you some advice. As for Hang Seng, you should probably look elsewhere... Wait, what day is today?"

"February 18th."

Wan Feng vaguely remembers that a major event occurred in the Hunan-Hong Kong stock market in February 1995, which caused a large-scale plunge in Hong Kong stocks.

This is known as the seventh stock market crash in Hong Kong.

This was written in a book he had read in his previous life about the ten major stock market crashes in Hunan and Hong Kong.

Wan Feng rubbed his face with his hands and began to think hard.

The eighth plunge was the Southeast Asian storm in 1998. What happened to the seventh one?

Its name is very similar to the name of a phenomenon that became very popular in the mainland decades later.

It seems to be related to the campus incident.

Decades later, conflicts between students on campus are called bullying.

I remember it was the Baring incident.