At Goldman Sachs headquarters on Wall Street, a comprehensive conference is underway, focusing on global high-end manufacturing investment and also including global economic analysis.
Watanabe Shi, as the head of strategic investments for Goldman Sachs Asia Pacific, attended the meeting. At the meeting, Watanabe Shi assessed the high-end manufacturing in Japan, China and other countries. He believes that Japan is still the strongest competitor in the field of high-end manufacturing, followed by China, although there is only one company in China, Jiafeng Group.
Fusang has already formed an industrial cluster, and it is impossible to suppress it in the short term. Suppressing Jiafeng Electronics is much easier. At the meeting, they said that they learned from some sources that Jiafeng had smuggled a batch of lithography machines from Europe, which should have been intercepted by now.
“Jiafeng Group has made significant investments in mobile phones, which is the reason why they are rapidly moving towards high-end manufacturing. I think we should focus on cracking down on their revenue in this area. This requires the cooperation of relevant companies in Silicon Valley. Jiafeng Group announced that it will launch mobile phones this year, but we still have no way of knowing where they get their communication chips.” Watanabe said to the crowd in front of the curtain, “As long as Jiafeng’s mobile phone business layout is disrupted, Schroder Group will no longer support it, and everything will collapse.”
The audience consisted of bigwigs from all walks of life, who had no interest in a small company like Jiafeng Group. Only the heads of Merrill Lynch and Morgan Stanley whispered among themselves, expressing curiosity that Jiafeng was still doing well.
Lambert sat expressionless below the stage. Lu Feng's exuberant dancing was a disgrace to Wall Street. Despite the various blockades and restrictions, Jiafeng was still struggling and searching for opportunities in the mobile phone industry.
Soros sat down next to Lambert, flipping through the folder in his hand, and whispered to Lambert beside him, "I've heard some very important news, do you want to hear it?"
"You mean the Fed's interest rate hike?" Lambert countered.
"I didn't expect you to know. As long as the Fed raises interest rates, the global dollar will flow back to the US. Many Asian countries have weak foreign exchange reserves, coupled with the hollowing out of industries in some countries, their reliance on imported raw materials, and their currencies being pegged to the US dollar. There's a lot of money to be made here. My fund is preparing to make a big splash." Soros asked, "Are you interested?"
Lambert glanced at Soros and knew that this was not just about making money; there were many other things involved, and making money was the least important one.
Ultimately, I'm a Goldman Sachs employee and don't want to get too close to these people. Besides, if I were to trigger an Asian financial crisis, I'd become a thorn in the side of Asian countries. It's best to avoid doing things like that.
"I'd better just focus on what I'm doing," Lambert said, looking ahead without saying anything more.
Back home, although Fangfang had lost face that day, she didn't take it seriously. The matchmaker was busy trying to bring them together, and before anything had even happened, the dowry of 88,000 yuan was revealed, which made Fangfang's family very happy.
Even though Lu Feng wasn't too keen, he couldn't resist his family's persistent nagging, and finally drove to Fangfang's house with bags and packages. On the way, the matchmaker, sitting in the passenger seat, instructed Lu Feng: "When you get there, you'd better know how to talk. Exaggerate everything. Who knows how much money you actually have? They're not going to take stock of your assets, understand?"
"Okay, I'll definitely exaggerate!" Lu Feng said irritably.
The matchmaker could tell he was upset, and said, "That man from that day was someone I went on a blind date with before. This girl is very popular. Even though Fangfang said she didn't want to be with him anymore, he kept pestering her. He even bought a Santana to pursue Fangfang."
Lu Feng didn't even want to continue the conversation. That secondhand Santana from that day, it looked like one of the first batches to enter the domestic market, and it wasn't even as good as a 125cc motorcycle.
After leaving the county town and walking for a few minutes towards the village, I saw a group of women standing in front of the supply and marketing cooperative. When they saw the small car coming, they stared wide-eyed and discussed whose son-in-law it was.
The matchmaker pointed out the way for a long time and parked the car in front of a slightly dilapidated courtyard. Before even getting out of the car, they could already hear dogs barking inside.
A man in his forties stepped out. He was slightly short, wearing a light blue jacket that had faded from washing, and a "Ben Shan hat" on his head. He glanced at the car and smiled, saying, "This is Lu Feng, isn't it?"
"Yes, the young man is a very nice person," the matchmaker hurriedly said as she got out of the car.
"Everything is arranged at home, please come inside."
Lu Feng got out of the car, exchanged a few polite words, took some things from the trunk, and headed home. Wang Erfang came out of the house, took the things with a smile on her face, and several children ran out of the house, staring at Lu Feng with wide eyes. Seeing this, Wang Erfang hurriedly said, "Why don't you go and wish your uncle a Happy New Year?"
"Happy New Year, Uncle! One hundred or two hundred is not too little!"
Four or five little ones stretched out their hands to ask for red envelopes as if they had rehearsed in advance. Before Lu Feng could figure out how to deal with them, a few more crawled out of the house and repeated what they had just said, each one staring wide-eyed and waiting to ask for money.
"Happy New Year! Happy New Year!" Lu Feng looked at the group of children. If each of them received a big red envelope, not to mention ordinary families, even the richest people in the county would be in dire straits.
"Want a red envelope? No problem, but there's a condition: I need to see how well you're doing in your studies." Lu Feng found an excuse and said to the children, "Come inside, I'll check your midterm exam results later!"
Upon hearing that they were to be asked about their grades, several of the timid ones immediately wilted, while the remaining few, who were not well-mannered, kept clamoring for red envelopes. Lu Feng ignored them and stepped into the house.
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