As soon as he went upstairs, Lu Feng was startled by the decorations at the entrance. A tall banner introduced various masters, giving it an artistic feel.
However, these masters' artistic direction was somewhat off; the vast majority of their work involved body painting.
After passing through the second door and entering the interior, Lu Feng saw a girl who looked like an African pheasant, with a few feathers stuck in her hair. It was impossible to tell whether she was wearing clothes or not.
The girl smiled slightly and greeted Lu Feng.
"Is this postmodernism? It feels more like the Age of Wildness!" Lu Feng couldn't help but exclaim.
"Sir, it's like this. We mainly use painting to showcase the strength and grace of women after industrialization. Art is born from collision. When the beauty of the wild era tens of thousands of years ago collides with the beauty of industrialization, this is a postmodern retrospective." A thin, long-haired man in his fifties stood next to Lu Feng at some point.
"Look at her upper body, the white paint, combined with her plumpness, is the beauty of the wild era. Her lower body has stripes of black, red, and green, which represent constraints. Industrialization has greatly restricted and bound women. And the fact that there is no paint on her feet represents women's eternal pursuit of freedom!"
Lu Feng nodded slightly as he listened to his explanation, muttering, "When it comes to being a hooligan, you artists are the ones to watch!"
“Sir, that’s not quite right. The feathers on your head, the white upper body, and the restraints on your lower body—this is a tradition that has been passed down from 30,000 years ago to the present,” the man said with a serious expression.
“Then I have a question, was she wearing anything or not?” Lu Feng asked.
"Sir, this is art!" The man, somewhat annoyed, asked Lu Feng, "Which part of this work do you like best?"
“I…” Lu Feng looked him up and down and said, “I like the one from 18,000 years ago!”
The model was a little unhappy, glared at Lu Feng, and cursed, "You scoundrel!"
Lu Feng didn't care, smiled and walked inside. There were already quite a few people there, with food, drinks and art to appreciate, including many realistic sculptures.
"Hello, Mr. Henry!" Lu Feng stepped forward and greeted a foreigner.
"Hello, who are you?" Henry asked, looking Lu Feng up and down.
“Look at you, you forget things so easily. Kevin, you know him, right? He’s an old friend of yours.” Lu Feng said to him, “He’s the head of the overseas business division of Jiafeng Group. We had dinner together in Hong Kong before.”
Henry seemed to suddenly remember something, and smiled at Lu Feng, saying, "You're not a good boss. My poor Kevin was recently laid off."
"This is a European decision, it has nothing to do with me. My new company doesn't need an overseas division, it might be better for him to keep it!" Lu Feng said to him, "I heard you're now the head of HSBC's investment department?"
The white man, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, smiled and seemed to see through Lu Feng's intentions. He said, "I'm here today mainly to look at the artworks. I'm not very interested in anything else. Besides, our investment department has a complete risk control process!"
"What are you talking about? I'm not short of money!" Lu Feng waved to the waiter next to him, took a glass of wine, and looked at Henry, saying, "I just ran into an old friend and wanted to chat for a bit, please don't overthink it."
Henry smiled without saying a word and clinked glasses. Everyone in Hong Kong knew that Hurricane Capital was raising funds everywhere, and many people were saying that Lu Feng was only one step away from withdrawing from the core of the mainland business world.
People privately say that he is a marginalized figure, and that coming to Hong Kong is like being exiled, since in their eyes, business in mainland China requires a strong background.
There were quite a few people at the scene, chatting in small groups, occasionally introducing each other. Lu Feng struck up a few conversations, but they all stopped talking after a few casual words, giving off a desolate feeling of "the gate is deserted and horses are scarce, the eldest daughter has married a merchant."
Lu Feng knew the cruelty of the business world. When he lost his halo, the sycophants around him would disappear like the tide. Without someone to introduce him, he would never be able to return to this circle, let alone become the center of it.
Lu Feng looked around at the people coming and going, passing by him as if they couldn't see him standing there. Even those strangely made-up beauties had people come up to chat with them. Lu Feng looked around and suddenly thought of a plan.
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