"How did you get so thin?" Lu Feng stared at him in surprise.
Feng Zhiyao stared at Lu Feng with sluggish eyes and said in a low voice, "I haven't been getting enough rest lately and I can't eat."
Seeing how much this had affected him, Lu Feng felt heartbroken and helpless. He felt heartbroken because Mr. Feng was so important to him, and helpless because people always leave eventually. He should have been prepared, but he was acting like this now.
"How is your dad?" Lu Feng asked with concern.
"It's still the same. The doctor said the chances of him waking up are very low."
"No matter what, cheer up. You still have to live. This isn't a place to talk. Let's go to your place first," Lu Feng said, patting him on the shoulder.
The two got into the car and headed straight for the Feng family's residence. When Mr. Feng was alive, Zhenkun was always the one who stood at the door to greet him. As the board secretary and vice president of the company, he was like the Feng family's butler. However, he was nowhere to be seen now.
Back home, several servants in the garden had poured tea. Across from the garden was Mr. Feng's study. Feng Zhiyao took a sip of tea, looked at the study, and his eyes welled up with tears again.
"Stop, stop, stop! You've only been here a few hours, and you're already shedding tears like they're free. If you keep going like this, I'll send you to the desert. Maybe your tears will turn it into an oasis, which would be a contribution to the world," Lu Feng teased.
Feng Zhiyao wiped away his tears, took a deep breath and said, "Brother Feng, I really don't have the heart to manage the company right now. I don't know how many more days my father has left. I'd like to spend more time with him before he passes away."
“What kind of talk is that? How sad would your dad be if he knew you were like this? You’ve been with your dad for so many years, a few more days won’t make a difference.” Lu Feng said to him, “If you really want your dad to leave peacefully, you should go back to the company now, take over the management, and make Sun Hung Kai Properties bigger and stronger in your hands. That would be the only way to do right by your dad.”
Upon hearing this, Feng Zhiyao let out a long sigh, appearing quite helpless.
"Why are you sighing? I'm really angry just seeing you looking so pathetic." Lu Feng lit a cigarette, looking somewhat agitated, feeling like he was trying to prop up a lump of mud that couldn't be used.
“I feel so tired. My eldest and second eldest brothers haven’t come back to see my father even once in the past few years. Now that they hear he’s dying, they rush back to fight for the family fortune. To be honest, I’m heartbroken. There’s no warmth in this family at all. Since they want the company shares so badly, then let them have them.” Feng Zhiyao said in a defiant manner.
"What did you say? Give it to your older brothers? Why the hell are you still acting like this? Didn't I tell you on the phone? Can't you be a little more dignified? You just give it to them because they want it? Go ahead and confront them. Look at your pathetic, timid self. The more I look at you, the more pathetic you seem..."
"Brother Feng, what are you talking about?" Feng Zhiyao looked up and stared at Lu Feng with a blank expression.
"You've made me so angry that I'm even speaking in dialect now. Do you think I'm any good?" Lu Feng stood up angrily, smoking incessantly, and analyzed all the pros and cons for him, urging him to fight for control of the company. Even if he didn't want to fight for it, he should at least wait until Jiafeng Group stabilized before making a move.
Feng Zhiyao stopped talking and just sat there blankly, as if he had lost his soul.
After having lunch at home, Lu Feng was secretly thinking to himself that if Feng Zhiyao was unreliable, he would have to think about his older brothers. If he remained passive on the board of directors for too long, he might really be forced out in the future, and in the most humiliating way.
After dinner, the two took a car to the hospital. Standing in front of the glass door of the intensive care unit, Lu Feng looked at Mr. Feng, who was lying unconscious on the bed. He felt a mix of emotions. Mr. Feng had been a prominent figure all his life, but now he was extremely thin and about to pass away.
A hurried sound of footsteps approached from behind. Lu Feng turned around and saw Zhen Kun. The two exchanged a glance, and Zhen Kun stepped forward and said, "Mr. Lu, when did you arrive?"
"You've only been here a few hours, what's the matter? Why are you in such a hurry?" Lu Feng asked, glancing at him.
Perhaps his previous statement at the board meeting made him feel a little guilty, and he didn't dare to look Lu Feng in the eye. He lowered his head and said, "President Feng, President Li of the board is calling a meeting, which will start in an hour. Your two older brothers will be there this time as well."
"A meeting? What for?" Feng Zhiyao asked, puzzled.
Zhenkun glanced at Lu Feng and said, "I'm not quite sure either."
Lu Feng seemed to sense something and said, "Go to the meeting. There's no point in staying here. I'll go with you."
"Mr. Lu, this is an internal meeting of Sun Hung Kai Properties, it's not convenient for you," Zhenkun quickly stopped him.
"Is it inconvenient?" Lu Feng looked at Feng Zhiyao and said, "I'm not involved in any of Sun Hung Kai's transactions, so it's not convenient for me to be an outsider. Would it be alright for me to be Zhiyao's meeting secretary?"
"It's just a meeting, what's so inconvenient about it? Besides, we invested in Brother Feng's company, we're all on the same side," Feng Zhiyao said straightforwardly.
Zhenkun didn't know what to say, since this meeting was aimed at Feng Zhiyao. If he was willing to bring such a big target as Lu Feng, then let him go.
"I'm going to ask my eldest and second brothers if they have any conscience at all!" Feng Zhiyao muttered through gritted teeth.
Forty minutes later, the car stopped downstairs at the Sun Hung Kai headquarters building. The security guard opened the car door, and Lu Feng and Feng Zhiyao got out and went straight upstairs to the conference room.
Inside the meeting room, a man in his sixties, dressed impeccably, sat at the head of the table. To his left were several senior company executives, and to his right were two men who bore a resemblance to Mr. Feng.
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