Lu Feng looked at the utterly disorganized report in front of him and threw it on the table. He then asked Manager Li, "Didn't the German branch say they could transfer some funds the day before yesterday? Has it been done yet?"
"They said they'd handle the foreign exchange procedures at the bank, and it should be fine today. We're still applying here. Meanwhile, the person in charge of that foundation mentioned the donation to me again yesterday during dinner," Manager Li said, looking troubled.
"Promise him that we'll donate a large sum next month, maintain appearances, strengthen internal management, and if the media questions us, we'll go out and explain. If that doesn't work, we'll buy out the deal. I don't want anyone to feel anything during this period. Salaries and bonuses will continue as usual, and the activities that need to be carried out will continue. At the same time, we need to plan for the future, understand?" After giving instructions to Manager Li, Lu Feng sat down and thought for a moment. Recently, the external environment and the company's internal affairs were indeed not very harmonious.
"Prepare an event these next few days, an event with over a thousand people. Find some media outlets, heads of various agency teams, and so on, and have them all come. The event's theme is 'Looking Ahead to Jiafeng's Next Ten Years, Helping Dreams Grow Together,'" Lu Feng instructed.
"Okay!" Manager Li agreed, then asked, "Shall we buy the plane tickets now?"
“If we don’t buy plane tickets, or if we book them, it’s easy for the Civil Aviation Administration to intercept us. We need to charter a business jet to go back. How many people are still from China? Let’s gather them all together, set a time, and leave together,” Lu Feng said.
"I'll place the order!"
Lu Feng gave some instructions on how to stabilize the situation. Especially at this time, it is more important to talk to the people below about the future and to make everyone see firmly that Jia Feng is going to make a big splash here.
After the meeting, Lu Feng walked out of the conference room and strolled around the various offices, something he had been doing frequently these past few days. Back in his office, he sat down at his desk, feeling somewhat bored. He picked up the phone and called the head of the Siemens team, urging them to expedite the process and quickly open up the channels that were blocking Jia Feng's funds from leaving the company.
Next, all that's left is to wait for the various agreements to be signed, for Jiafeng's funds to flow back to China, and for Lu Feng to be able to make a clean getaway. As for how much mess there is here, and whether the court here will find him guilty of fraud or pyramid scheme, it will be meaningless. That's just how the world is.
Lu Feng's actions were simply against the grain of the times. Countless people in China would take a sum of money and run off to the United States or Europe, but Lu Feng was probably the only one who would bring money back to China from here.
Lu Feng leaned back in his chair, pondering where the market would be if core technology for integrated circuits could be developed. Given the current domestic demand, the products produced would only likely result in losses. It would be necessary to wait until around 2003, when the domestic counterfeit mobile phone market would fully explode, before there would be any hope of making a profit.
Furthermore, Jiafeng cannot possibly master the entire production process. At most, it possesses certain technologies in areas such as chip design, silicon wafers, packaging, pickling, and etching. Most importantly, only a few manufacturers have lithography machine technology. Once sanctioned, it will be like having the skills to slay dragons but not the technology itself.
It's tough, really tough. All the advanced technologies and equipment are in other people's hands. We either have to kneel down and be their dogs, or continue to be supplied with their core technologies in exchange for cheap labor.
Lu Feng leaned back in his chair, a sense of powerlessness rising deep within him. The times wouldn't change much because of one person's appearance. The main thread of history was too thick and heavy, and Lu Feng was like a small insect clinging to it. Even a slight movement from him would unleash his astonishing personal power.
Taking a deep breath, Lu Feng tried to clear his mind of these pessimistic thoughts. The phone on the table rang, and he answered it casually, "Who is it?"
Zhang Fengxia's voice came through the phone: "It's me, Zhang Fengxia."
"Fengxia? What's wrong?" Lu Feng asked, puzzled, thinking something was wrong. "Did something happen at the factory?"
"No, I just want to go out for a walk. Is it convenient for me to come to your place?" Zhang Fengxia asked.
"Me?" Lu Feng listened to the voice on the phone, which sounded rather down. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I might have to leave soon. When are you coming over? I'm going to Paris after I finish here. How about we meet there?"
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