“Mr. Fung is gone, but Sun Hung Kai still exists. This is the continuation of his life, and I believe it is also the continuation of everyone’s life, a place to prove that you have fought. Such a large enterprise must choose a good leader, otherwise it will only lead to the demise of Sun Hung Kai.” Lu Feng said to everyone earnestly, “If that day really comes, I believe you will not want to see it either.”
"Now that you've reached your current positions, you have a different perspective on money. Think about it: a hundred years from now, Sun Hung Kai will still be standing strong. When people want to understand the history of this company, you will all be figures they can't ignore. As I just said, Fung Chi-shing's approach won't work."
"He just wants to rely on the British, but can the British be trusted? You are all native Hong Kongers, and I believe you have the answer to this question yourselves. Self-reliance is the only way out! As for what will happen in the future? I believe Zhiyao will listen to everyone's opinions and manage the company well."
"That's all I have to say. Everyone here is older and more experienced than me. Saying more would be pointless." Lu Feng sat back down and looked at Feng Zhiyao, saying, "Zhiyao, say a few words."
Feng Zhiyao looked at everyone present, hesitated for a while, and said, "You are all elders and have more experience in managing the company than I do. I will definitely listen to everyone's opinions more in the future. I also know that everyone has made a lot of contributions. The current equity incentive plan is not fair to everyone. This matter will be resolved for everyone in the future by issuing some new shares so that everyone can live their own lives after retirement in a few years."
Feng Zhiyao's words were simple, but they hit the nail on the head for these people. Because Sun Hung Kai was an early investor, it gave very few shares to the management team. None of the people present were even billionaires.
No amount of nice words can compare to concrete actions. Feng Zhiyao's words instantly moved everyone present, and all eyes turned to him. Unexpectedly, Feng Zhiyao understood what they wanted even better than Feng Zhicheng.
In fact, Feng Zhicheng knew all this, but for him, the powerful backer was more important, so he promised all the money to outsiders.
Zhenkun was the first to speak, letting out a long sigh with considerable emotion, and said, "Zhiyao, don't blame Uncle Kun for what happened before. Your father instructed that Sun Hung Kai should be in the hands of the Feng family. You should know what the situation is like in the company since your father was hospitalized. Uncle Kun has his own difficulties."
These words somehow touched a nerve with Feng Zhiyao, and his eyes instantly welled up with tears. He picked up his wine glass and choked out, "Everyone has worked hard. I won't say anymore; it's all in the wine."
Everyone stood up, raised their glasses, and drank them down in one gulp, thus resolving the matter.
As seasoned businessmen, everyone understood the implications of such invitations. Accepting the invitation meant agreeing to 90% of the offer; otherwise, they simply wouldn't come. As for the remaining 10%, Feng Zhiyao persuaded them with the offer of additional shares.
After this matter was settled, the atmosphere at the dinner table became much livelier. Everyone talked about Mr. Feng's previous entrepreneurial ventures, how they sought investment everywhere, tried every means to obtain licenses, and how they dealt with the British.
As he spoke, Feng Zhiyao burst into tears again. They ate and chatted, and before they knew it, it was midnight. Everyone had drunk quite a bit, and they put their arms around each other's backs as they said goodbye.
"Get some rest!" Lu Feng said to Zhenkun, "By the way, there's something else to do tomorrow. Tomorrow is the farewell party. Also, we're planning to take some forceful measures against Feng Zhicheng for occupying Zhiyao's position. Make sure to instruct the company's security guards and others to prevent any fights."
Everyone expressed their understanding and assured that everything would be arranged properly, and that no one would interfere.
The following day, media outlets both at home and abroad were focused on Mr. Feng's farewell ceremony. The funeral procession began at six in the morning and proceeded to the Hong Kong Funeral Home.
The place was already packed with people by 8 a.m. Fortunately, the local police had made contingency plans in advance, with hundreds of traffic police officers in charge of traffic and security. A camera corridor stretching for hundreds of meters was set up on both sides of the road. This was not a funeral farewell party, but more like a red carpet event. Those who were invited must have been overjoyed.
Lu Feng didn't wake up until 8:30 a.m. After a quick wash, he changed into a black suit and put on sunglasses. Su Yourong also changed into a black long dress, with a black veil covering her face, making her look quite serious.
"Aren't you afraid the reporters will speculate if you come with me?" Su Yourong walked out the door and turned back to Lu Feng, saying sarcastically, "Don't let people guess our relationship."
"I didn't expect you to be so petty. Just walk in front or behind me in a bit." Lu Feng said as he got into the car.
The car headed straight for its destination. Halfway there, Lu Feng called Feng Zhiyao. After the call connected, Lu Feng asked, "Is everything arranged?"
"Everything is arranged. Zhu Biaozhi should arrive soon."
"Okay, I've sent half of the bodyguards to the company. I believe someone has already helped Feng Zhicheng pack his things in his office." Lu Feng hung up the phone after saying that.
"Is it stable?" Su Yourong asked.
“With his left and right arms gone, what can he fight with?” Lu Feng leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes to rest.
"Sometimes I have to admire your ability to unravel complexities and painstakingly extract information from a person's social resources. Others wouldn't go to such lengths," Su Yourong said admiringly.
"We have to move forward. We'll build bridges over rivers and roads through mountains."
The two didn't exchange many words. Lu Feng felt much more relaxed. This matter was finally over. At least Jia Feng was safe until the end of the year, and he could also keep the R&D company secure.
The car could only be parked in a parking lot not far away, a distance of nearly 300 meters that required walking. Lu Feng got out of the car and walked inside with Su Yourong. Su Yourong seemed to be deliberately staying very close, and after walking several dozen meters, she took Lu Feng's arm with one hand, looking exceptionally intimate.
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