John shrugged, feeling like he was listening to a joke, and said, "How about this, you still have 10% of the shares. At this board meeting, we can set up a dividend distribution. After you receive a sum of money, we'll send you that private jet, and we'll offer another 500 million US dollars to acquire your remaining shares."
"And then what? Right now, Jiafeng is like a baby. You're going to sell this baby to the United States and then drown it in a basin of water, right?" Lu Feng stared at him and said in a deep voice.
“But it won’t grow up in a family like this. Converting it into money is the best solution for you right now,” John said in a deep voice.
"I won't sell!!" Lu Feng slapped the table lightly with his hand and said, "Never will I sell!"
“This is not something you can change with your willpower. You can wait until the international situation improves, take the money to create another company, wait until the United States allows you to recruit talent there, set up a research and development center, and cooperate with companies like Intel and Texas Instruments before you start,” John advised. “You need to understand the intricacies of international relations.”
“I know that bringing in capital and reducing my own equity will cause me to lose control of the company. Everyone says that bringing in capital is like inviting a wolf into the house. I didn’t expect that I didn’t bring in a wolf.” Lu Feng looked at him and sneered, “It’s a pig!”
"What did you say?" John was completely enraged by Lu Feng and slammed his hand on the table, shouting loudly.
“I told you you don’t have the guts. If we succeed when the whole world is pessimistic, the profits will increase many times over. Aren’t you just gambling for high returns? High risk, high reward,” Lu Feng said to him.
John looked at him and snorted, saying, "I'm not stupid. If you don't agree now, I'm sure you will at next year's board meeting."
"I'm full. I have things to do this afternoon, so I'll be going now." Lu Feng picked up a towel from the table, wiped his mouth, tossed it on the table, stood up, and left.
John was not surprised at all by Lu Feng's reaction. They hadn't expected things to change so quickly; in the international arena, the winds of change can shift in an instant.
This wasn't John's idea, but rather the company's. As for whose orders such a large global financial company takes, I think that's self-evident.
In this world, everything requires a stance. Business is never neutral, and even art cannot be neutral, let alone business.
John turned to the man in his forties he had brought with him and said, "I think you should take on the role of Group Affairs Director this year. I don't want to provoke him too directly. It mainly depends on the board's voting results this year."
John was well aware of Lu Feng's control over Jiafeng. If he wanted to gain a foothold in the company, he had to dismantle this control. Even though Lu Feng had seemingly stepped down from management, John believed it wasn't enough. He should cash out his shares and spend them on consumption and vacations.
In the afternoon, around 3 p.m., Lu Feng sat at home without saying a word. Given the current situation, the best thing to do was to find some funds to kick Schroders out, but there was no way to find two billion US dollars in China unless the government provided the money.
Even some provinces don't have that much money now.
After much deliberation, Lu Feng decided it was necessary to stabilize his own faction. He picked up the phone and called Feng Zhiyao. When the call connected, the person on the other end asked in a very businesslike tone, "This is Feng Zhiyao. Who is this?"
"It's me, Lu Feng."
"Brother Feng? Why did you suddenly decide to call me?" Feng Zhiyao asked with a hint of surprise.
"I've been busy for the past six months, but I finally have some free time this year, so I wanted to ask how you've been lately? Is the old man feeling any better?" Lu Feng asked.
"It got worse and worse in the second half of the year. Now I'm in the hospital, just hanging on. I'm so old." Feng Zhiyao's voice was full of helplessness, as if he had already accepted the outcome.
"Things will get better, don't worry too much. The board meeting is coming up soon. Who will your company send this year?" Lu Feng asked.
"It's me again. I forgot to tell you, I've already booked my ferry ticket for tomorrow. I'll arrive at the port at 10:30 this morning. Work has been getting busier and busier these past six months, so I thought I'd have a meal with you and have a good chat." Feng Zhiyao sounded slightly excited on the phone.
You can tell that he has grown a lot in the past six months, and his words have become more mature.
“Okay, I’ll drive to pick you up myself tomorrow,” Lu Feng said happily.
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