“I would like to intervene, but I can’t. This matter is about status. As an outsider, if I interfere too much, people will talk,” Lu Feng said to the two of them.
Both of them had been in the underworld for half their lives, and they immediately understood what Lu Feng meant. He just needed a legitimate reason to act. Although Zhu Biaozhi was a distant relative, how would the media know who you were? As long as you stood up and said you were family, that would be enough. Wasn't that how Liu Bei rose to power back then?
"It's too hot!" Lu Feng looked up at the sun and said, "How about we find somewhere else to talk?"
"Okay, okay!" Zhu Biaozhi's face lit up with joy, and he hurriedly followed Lu Feng. His friend who was standing with him was also pushed back.
After leaving the Feng family's house, the roadside was already full of cars, and wreaths surrounded the entire house. After Lu Feng got into the car, Zhu Biaozhi followed.
"President Lu, please speak frankly. I'm not very bright and I'm afraid I won't understand what you mean." Zhu Biaozhi seemed a bit reserved. He gave Lu Feng a flattering smile, but he also felt too inferior and tried hard to control his expression, making him look extremely reserved.
"Relax!" Lu Feng handed him a cigarette and said, "It's a simple matter. Mr. Feng's will hasn't been finalized yet. Do you see that group of reporters not far away? Now is the time for everyone to pay attention, but Feng Zhiyao can't mention this matter, otherwise he would be an unfilial son, using his father's death to force his second brother to step down."
“Yes, yes, you’re right. It’s not appropriate for him to do this right now.” Zhu Biaozhi’s mind worked quickly. He said, “It’s not appropriate for you to do this either. You lack a proper identity and would be easily attacked by those relatives.”
“You’ve seen it. You’re not stupid at all. I hope that when Feng Zhicheng comes, you, as a relative, will bring this up in front of the reporters to overshadow the funeral itself. After it’s done, I’ll give you HK$50,000 first. Two days later is the farewell ceremony. You’ll take out the will and read it aloud in front of the reporters, and get Feng Zhicheng kicked out of the company.”
Lu Feng rolled down the car window a little, tapped his cigarette ash out, and continued, "After the will is finalized, $50,000! Remember, I want an explosive effect. If it doesn't meet my requirements, your income will be halved."
Zhu Biaozhi was so excited he could hardly contain himself. He knew that even if the Feng family swept up some garbage, it would be enough for him to live on for half his life. This trip was definitely worthwhile.
Zhu Biaozhi nodded vigorously, quickly assuring everyone that he would do his best.
Lu Feng started rummaging through his pockets for money, but couldn't find any cash. Finally, he found HK$10,000 that had been hidden in the glove box. He handed it to Zhu Biaozhi and said, "Deposit. Remember this, you did this as a member of the bride's family."
“It has nothing to do with you, and it has nothing to do with Zhiyao either, I understand!” Zhu Biaozhi said with a smile as he took the money.
Lu Feng patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction and said, "Get out of the car! I reckon Feng Zhicheng will be here soon."
Zhu Biaozhi stuffed the money into his pocket and got out of the car. He didn't go inside, but just stood at the gate and wandered around until 9:30 a.m. When three Mercedes-Benz cars stopped at the gate, the reporters recognized them as Feng Zhicheng's cars and gathered around them.
Several security personnel got out of the two cars behind and blocked the reporters from entering. Then the door of the first car opened, and Feng Zhicheng, wearing sunglasses and looking serious, got out and walked inside under the escort of several people.
Before he could even enter the door, Zhu Biaozhi blocked his way and said loudly, "Zhicheng, I have something I want to say to you."
Upon seeing this, the security personnel hurriedly pushed him back, and the two immediately began shoving each other. Zhu Biaozhi shouted, "Why are you pushing me? Do you know who I am? I'm Feng Zhiyao's nephew. What's wrong with me speaking up for my family?"
The commotion instantly attracted the attention of reporters, and several people couldn't stop them from rushing in and taking pictures. Zhu Biaozhi kept yelling, "Are you bullying us because we have no one to rely on? Do you really think my family is easy to bully? Even your mother didn't dare to do anything back then, and you're making a scene here?"
The scene was chaotic and flammable. Feng Zhicheng was surrounded by reporters. Lu Feng sat in the car, watching the chaos not far away. He silently rolled up the car window and instructed the driver, "Let's go back."
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