Feng Zhicheng had just hung up the phone when Feng Zhiyao called.
“It’s me, Feng Zhiyao.” Feng Zhiyao’s tone sounded somewhat dejected as he said, “I think we should have a serious talk, not for anything else, but for Dad.”
"What? You can't beat me, so you come begging to me?" Feng Zhicheng said disdainfully, "Isn't your Brother Feng supposed to be very capable? You can't even handle this little thing?"
“I genuinely want to talk to you. No matter what, we’re brothers. Do you know what people outside are saying about you? Even if you had just left me some food to eat, I wouldn’t have come to this point. I’m not an ambitious person; I’m content to just drift through each day.” Feng Zhiyao spoke with exceptional sincerity.
"The reason things have turned out like this is because you didn't give me food or a way to survive. What could I do? Of course, I followed Lu Feng and did whatever he said. At least that way I would have food to eat. Don't you understand how to resolve this?"
Feng Zhicheng was taken aback when he heard this, unsure whether what he said was true or not.
After hesitating for a while, he said, "How about this, I'll organize a banquet tomorrow, and you can come along, bringing Lu Feng with you, okay?"
"good!"
Feng Zhiyao agreed. In his opinion, this should be a good start, at least they could meet and talk. He wasn't stupid; he thought he would buy a voice recorder to record their conversation and release it to the media if necessary.
Around 10 p.m., Lu Feng received a call from Feng Zhiyao. After a brief conversation, Lu Feng confirmed that he could attend.
"You should think this through. Things have come to this point, there's no point in talking about friendship anymore. They'll use any means necessary." Su Yourong reminded her, "You should know that you have a warrant for your arrest."
"Then we'll really have a falling out." Although Lu Feng felt uneasy, he didn't take it seriously.
The next morning, the headlines of major newspapers in Hong Kong were almost entirely filled with news about the Fung family. People were speculating whether the patriarch of the Fung family was still alive, and a group of reporters even surrounded the hospital entrance, trying to find out information through various channels.
Outside an office on Wall Street in the United States, Watanabe Shi hurried to the office door with a sealed file folder in his hand and knocked on the door.
With a shout of "Come in!", he pushed open the door and walked in, his face beaming with joy. Upon seeing the bald man in the seat, he couldn't hide his excitement and said, "We've found out where Jiafeng's lithography machine came from!"
"You guys are really fast, even faster than the CIA. Close the door." The bald man praised with a friendly expression, "You're the one who can help us in critical moments. Others are really no good. The CIA and FBI don't take our business seriously."
Watanabe Shi closed the door, opened the file folder, and took out the documents inside. There were not only detailed information but also many on-site photos.
"Czech Republic?" The bald man frowned, surprised that such a small country would dare to do such a thing.
“I sent someone to contact this company. That company went bankrupt, and it was taken over by a local gangster who wasn’t very educated. He was the type to sell it for whatever money he could get. The main problem was with transportation. This time, it was mainly the Thai royal family’s fleet. Lu Feng has a good personal relationship with the Thai prince, and he’s doing quite well running his business there,” Watanabe explained.
The bald man flipped through the documents, his face already grim. He simply nodded and told Watanabe that the information was very useful, gave him a few words of praise, and said he would investigate the matter.
The news was quickly relayed to the relevant departments, and meetings were held one after another. According to the Wassenaar Arrangement, sanctions should be imposed in this situation, but they were unwilling to impose sanctions on Thailand.
All departments rejected the proposal to sanction Thailand. At this time, countries surrounding China cannot recklessly use the big stick, because if they do, they will be running into China's arms.
Two days of meetings were held, summoning all the top executives of Wall Street. When Soros and his associates heard that it was Lu Feng again, they were furious. If it weren't for his meddling, the futures deal wouldn't have turned out like this, and their transaction is still under negotiation.
“Since all the overt methods are not feasible, let’s use economic means!” Soros suggested. “The Thai baht has a very strong incentive to be shorted. Their foreign exchange reserves are severely insufficient, and they will crumble like paper with just a little pressure.”
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