Charlie stared at Lu Feng for a while, then silently picked up his teacup. A few minutes later, his phone rang. He answered it, walked aside, said a few words, and then hung up.
"How about it? The new road you've paved is fast, isn't it? In a person's life, there are only a few opportunities. If you seize them, the road will be smooth. If you choose the wrong one, you'll really be a talented person who never gets his due. You're not young anymore. In a small pond, even a turtle the size of your palm is considered a giant. Why don't you go to the sea and look at the whales?" Lu Feng looked up and stared at him.
Charlie stood there hesitantly. The director on the phone told him that this matter was over and that no further investigation of Jiafeng was necessary; normal review would suffice, and things could even be a little more lenient to some extent.
Charlie asked why, but the director didn't tell him. He only said that someone had called, and it was clearly not from a peer department, or even a higher-level department, but from a top-level department.
“Mr. Lu, I was a little emotional just now, please don’t take it to heart.” Charlie walked over with a smile, sat down and said, “I actually have a lot of respect for young entrepreneurs like you. I felt last time that you were someone I could be friends with.”
“It’s alright. I didn’t dislike your arrogant attitude just now. I know you guys are busy with work and have wives and kids at home. Here, take a can of tea and have a drink when you have time.” Lu Feng pulled out a beautifully packaged can of tea from under the table and placed it on the table, casually placing a small gold bar on top. He said, “Putting it in the tea can is a transaction, putting it on top is friendship. Here, leave your phone number and tell your boss when you get back.”
Charlie placed the business card on the table, casually collected the tea leaves, and said with a friendly smile, "Then I won't bother you any longer. In China, there's a saying, 'Wishing you prosperity,' so I wish you prosperity."
"Thank you, take care!"
As evening approached, Jiafeng still hadn't done anything wrong, and George began to sense that something was amiss. He called him, and Charlie, in a businesslike manner, told him that it was a very excellent foreign-invested enterprise.
"What the hell? I'm so great, you son of a bitch..."
George launched into a tirade over the phone, cursing at him for his usual lavish lifestyle of eating, drinking, and taking advantage of others. "And now he's saying this to me?"
Charlie didn't want to hear any of this and hung up the phone. George was furious and stood in his office cursing, but cursing wouldn't solve anything. The prize he was about to get had slipped away, which he couldn't accept.
Moreover, Jiafeng is still expanding at a frenzied pace. If this continues, Beko's TVs will be sold out in less than a year. They conducted market research and found that the biggest impact on Beko is still VCDs. A large number of cheap discs have appeared on the market, and people no longer need to wait until late at night to watch movies. With VCDs, they can watch movies at home whenever they want.
George was so angry that he didn't eat dinner. After calming down, he realized that he needed to find someone to work with. He knew he couldn't compete with Lu Feng in direct selling on his own, and he would have to spend a lot of money to poach people, especially lecturers.
George's first thought for a collaborator was Stephen, one of the few people who shared his views. Stephen was a terrible businessman, but a master at fleecing investors in the stock market.
When Stephen made the call, he spent hundreds of thousands of pounds to buy information from Sean's consulting firm and found out that Lu Feng had given Harry and Brice 20 million pounds.
“Should we spend some money too? After all, we’re locals,” Stephen suggested.
"Are you out of your mind? You went to Harry and Bliss's dinner party? I support the other side, don't you know that? Don't you know why I've been doing so badly these past few years?" George was so angry he was practically fuming. What kind of idiots were his friends, giving money to their rivals?
How is this any different from aiding the enemy?
"Sorry, I forgot!" Stephen said hastily.
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