Sean remained silent for a while, then suddenly remembered what Lu Feng had told him in the car last time, and said, "He really is a gangster. He's very skilled at this. Just watch, there's more to come. Siemens will be here in less than ten days."
"Siemens is coming? What for?"
"Of course, it's about taking down Jiafeng. I've heard that Walmart and Carrefour's UK headquarters are also having meetings. For him, Beko is just an appetizer."
One of the executives standing nearby said in disbelief, "Who did this kid offend? Isn't this going to kill him?"
"He's probably the only person in the world who can offend so many international companies. I don't understand it either." Sean's information network in Europe is definitely top-notch, but he still can't figure out why Japanese companies are at odds with him, why American companies are targeting him, and why even Schroders, which invested in him, doesn't dare to help him openly.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, George's company was officially established with a registered capital of ten million pounds and two hundred and seventy employees. The senior management was transferred directly from Beko, and the management model was completely copied from Jiafeng, with even the department names being exactly the same.
After the company was established, George and Stephen began to call on their friends and make phone calls everywhere to win people over. They didn't ask for anything else, they just wanted everyone to condemn Jiafeng. They wanted to bring Jiafeng out of the shadows, let the British people see him, and let the world know what he was doing. They wanted to use public opinion to turn Jiafeng into a company that harms people.
A war of words is about to break out.
As evening fell, the entire City of London was abuzz with talk of Jiafeng. The rumors grew increasingly outrageous, with some even claiming it was a company that tricked people into applying for jobs and then took them abroad for sex. Many more people said it was a pyramid scheme.
Lu Feng didn't know any local businesses, and no one had called him to discuss these matters, but the local employees in his company had already started talking about it.
At six o'clock in the evening, in the restaurant, Lu Feng was eating his meal when Manager Li across from him looked unwell and was having trouble eating. He said, "Mr. Lu, we only have three events today, so our shipments have slowed down a bit. A new batch of goods will arrive in three days. Right now, our reputation isn't good. Maybe we should lay low for a while?"
"What's the panic? This is nothing. In business, as long as someone's pointing a gun at your head, it's all a small matter." Lu Feng looked up at him and said, "Take it easy, let's eat!"
"Huh?" Manager Li was a little dumbfounded. Was he here to expand business or to make his way in the world? When he left, his parents expected him to be dressed in a suit and tie, driving a Mercedes, chatting and laughing with foreigners while holding a glass of red wine, not to be fighting bloody battles on the streets.
Lu Feng finished his meal in silence, lit a cigarette, and sat there motionless for a while before saying, "Tomorrow, go find some local law firms, the top ones, to provide us with legal services. Also, show them the documents about Beko's financial fraud and let them handle it."
"Don't worry about public opinion. We're foreigners, and it's not easy to manipulate these things. Besides, arguing costs money. First, manage the internal public opinion. Tomorrow, hurry up and recruit people. Let some of the backup lecturers go on stage when necessary. Get the number of agents past 100,000 as soon as possible. The next batch of goods needs to be sold quickly, otherwise, if the output of the Tianjin factory increases, we'll be at a disadvantage domestically," Lu Feng instructed.
“But if public opinion is negative, no one will want to come to our company. There are all sorts of rumors going around, and in a few days they might get even more outrageous!” Manager Li said with a troubled expression.
“It’s not that we don’t care, it’s that we don’t need to care. You need to learn to let others clean up your messes and spend your own money to build your image in the media. That’s too expensive. Making money is not easy to begin with, and you have to pay tribute to various factions. Just find me a medium-sized media outlet, I’ll write an article and have them publish it.” Lu Feng said casually.
"Just one article?" Manager Li asked, somewhat incredulous.
"Get big results with little money."
After dinner, Lu Feng returned to his office and wrote an article titled "Behind Jiafeng Electronics is the Schroder Group." He handed it to the media and then left it at that. Lu Feng didn't have that much money to waste on verbal sparring with them; he'd let John explain things to them.
The following day, the newspaper article quickly sparked public discussion, and everyone's attention turned to the Schroders Group, especially John, the head of its financial group. According to the article, this foreign-invested enterprise was actually a purely British company.
At nine o'clock in the morning, John arrived at the company. Everyone was still talking about Jiafeng and Beko. John went back to his office to see what was going on. When he saw the contents of the newspaper, he was stunned. His brows furrowed more and more. After a while, he uttered, "Fake you!"
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