Lu Feng instructed Ma Wanjun to guard the tungsten mine. If it became unbearable, he could hire more people. He would contact the foreign affairs department today to have Ma Wanjun compile all the acquisition documents and, if any loopholes were found, to supplement them with the original seller.
After hanging up the phone, Lu Feng hurriedly called the city's foreign affairs department, specifically the African Affairs Division, and explained the company's situation.
The other party told Lu Feng that they were coordinating the matter, but there was not much room for maneuver. Firstly, there were the special historical reasons for South Africa, and secondly, the United States and Europe were exerting pressure and influence. It can be said that South Africa has now become a diplomatic battleground.
The reason things have turned out this way is because of Lu Feng.
Lu Feng was speechless when he heard these words. The other party told Lu Feng that there was not much they could do now, except to ensure the safety of personnel.
"Are there any other ways to keep South Africa neutral on this issue?" Lu Feng asked.
The person on the other end of the phone sounded rather helpless, but offered a humorous suggestion: "I've heard you're very eloquent; you could try talking to Mandela."
Lu Feng, feeling helpless, expressed his gratitude upon hearing this reply and then hung up the phone.
Inside the office, the afternoon sunlight streamed through the glass, making the room somewhat dazzling. Lu Feng rubbed his face wearily, feeling powerless. Jiafeng was too big; this behemoth was being attacked and was leaking everywhere, with holes he couldn't plug.
In his previous life, he attended some CEO training programs, where the CEOs complained to them that managing a large company was extremely tiring, and that the most comfortable people in the world were those with personal assets of around one billion.
At the time, many classmates joked about these words behind his back, but now Lu Feng truly understands the meaning of them.
There was a knock on the office door, and Zhu Lidong pushed it open and walked in, saying, "President Lu, I talked to President Wei about the party that Goodley hosted, and we think it's a very serious matter. I called on a few people to attend the meeting with the marketing department today."
Lu Feng let out a long sigh and leaned back in his seat, saying, "Hold it however you want. There are tens of thousands of people in the company, we can't control them all. Go tell Liu Cheng that the management and core personnel of the R&D company are prohibited from participating. Anyone who participates will be fired immediately."
Zhu Lidong was taken aback by these words, then sat down and asked, "What about the board meeting at the end of the year?"
"We can't worry about that now, things are on fire everywhere!" Lu Feng took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and said, "The situation in South Africa is extremely tense. Our threats are not enough to get back the lost goods, but we are more likely to lose the minerals in South Africa."
Lu Feng took a drag of his cigarette and said self-deprecatingly, "If we lose the mine, it's like going to someone's door with a knife to collect a debt, only to have the knife confiscated instead of getting the debt back."
Zhu Lidong then realized the seriousness of the matter and hurriedly inquired about it.
“I feel so tired these past few years. There are so many things to deal with. I have to find someone to transport the lithography machine back, I have to take care of the Feng family’s affairs, and now I have to take care of things in Africa.” Lu Feng sighed and said, “I’m really tired.”
“How about we let Kevin handle the overseas matters? The overseas marketing department is quite relaxed right now, and he's quite knowledgeable about international affairs,” Zhu Lidong suggested.
“Let him sit idle, I’m afraid I won’t handle it well. Speaking of the overseas market department, apart from a few neighboring countries, we don’t have much of a market outside of China. Can their department be self-sufficient?” Lu Feng inquired.
"Things have been going well these past few months, mainly in the Singapore, Thailand, and Philippines markets. The average monthly profit is around 20 to 30 million. He even came to headquarters last month and had dinner with me. He said that the overseas market isn't doing well now, and he can't even see you anymore," Zhu Lidong relayed.
Lu Feng smiled and said, "We had lofty ambitions back then, but who knew things would turn out like this? Since the department can be self-sufficient, we won't lay it off. The matter there is urgent, so I plan to go there myself. President Zhu, I only have one expectation for you this year, which is to ensure that at least one or two people appear on the board of directors."
Zhu Lidong thought for a moment and nodded, then subtly suggested, "Even if we're out of the game next year, I'll stay home and wait for you to start your new company!"
“There’s no need to wait at home. Those who want to continue working with me in the second half of the year can continue to work at Hurricane Capital,” Lu Feng said.
Hearing this, Zhu Lidong understood and nodded without saying anything.
"By the way, I won't be inspecting the new headquarters and the third phase of the Tianjin plant. You senior executives can form a group to take a look. I'll set off as soon as things are settled with the ambassador," Lu Feng instructed.
After Zhu Lidong left, Lu Feng stood upstairs looking outside, silently smoking. In the evening, he looked through a lot of information about South Africa.
Back home, Jiang Xiaoyan called to say she was working overtime, so Lu Feng picked up Duo Duo himself. The two of them ordered a simple meal of four dishes and a soup outside, and only went home after they were full.
"Dad, why do you look so gloomy?" Duoduo asked, half-lying on the sofa.
"A young girl lying there in a dress, is that a pretty pose?" Lu Feng scolded from the sofa.
"I learned this from you," Duoduo said, pulling her skirt up a bit.
“Dad is worried about the other side of the world.” Since Lu Feng had no one to talk to, he simply told Duo Duo about the situation in South Africa.
"So many people praise him, not for the sake of praise, but to get him to accept refugees. Those people are so poor, they don't work, they just eat." Duoduo said angrily, "If I were Mandela, I wouldn't want refugees. I'd rather everyone else criticize me."
“You don’t understand. Once a name is established, it’s not so easy to take it back. There are other benefits involved, such as investment, international support, and various collaborations,” Lu Feng said casually.
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