Lu Feng knew all too well what kind of people these were. They were nothing more than a bunch of opportunists who would never invest money in the poor, but would definitely invest money in the richer ones.
As more and more people arrived, various models appeared, dazzling the audience. It was no surprise to see any kind of monster here.
Gathering in small groups to discuss and critique, with an artist standing nearby, instantly elevates the atmosphere. While discussing art, a casual mention of business matters seems to mask the vulgarity of money.
Lu Feng observed the scene and noticed that people weren't just crowding around anyone they saw. Big investors sought out other big investors, while those who weren't big enough would at most go up and say hello. If the circles weren't right, they wouldn't force their way in.
Lu Feng looked around, found one of them, and walked over. There were seven or eight people gathered in front of the models, including representatives from Standard Chartered Investments, Nan Fung Group, and First Eastern Investment Group. Several business owners were talking about the girl in front of them, and a long-haired man with an artistic air was standing next to them.
"This work mainly reflects the postmodern woman's resistance against patriarchy. A century of industrialization has freed women from their shackles, but it has also added invisible chains. This work looks rather abstract, and many of its inspirations come from Picasso's paintings. As everyone knows, Mr. Picasso is the leading figure of modern abstract art!" the master explained from the side.
Lu Feng looked the woman up and down. Her upper body was covered by something like an iron box, and her lower body was also covered by a third of it. Her face paint was divided into two parts, light yellow on the left and blue on the right. Her hair was also permed and dyed into an afro.
The paint on his body was striped, interwoven with yellow and blue, and the model held a short blade to his neck, as if threatening to die.
The executives next to her were discussing women's rights and the unfairness of society. Some even saw in the model the invisible oppression of women in society today; her pose was a silent cry.
Lu Feng listened for a while, and he could only glean one thing from the model: these artists must have really messed with these models. Keeping them in one pose for so long without even blinking must have made their eyes sore.
However, such a viewpoint is not suitable here. Everyone is already in the zone, discussing everything from the structure of industrialized societies to women's rights, and then to whether technological progress liberates productivity or is just another way of enslaving women.
“I think this piece is the best of all the works present today!” Lu Feng said.
As soon as Lu Feng spoke, everyone's eyes turned to him. Only then did the crowd realize that there was someone else beside them. However, they didn't care and just showed their attention with their eyes. The artist who had been proudly introducing himself didn't respond. Obviously, he didn't care about the work itself, but only whether his work could attract the attention of the big shot.
“This work is not meant to highlight industrialization. I think its biggest highlight is the confusion of women in today’s society, and the anger that comes from that confusion!” Lu Feng ignored them and stared at the model, saying, “Yellow represents family, blue represents career. There is no gap between the two. Women can only choose one and cannot be themselves.”
The crowd still ignored Lu Feng. A man in his forties, fearing an awkward silence, spoke up: "I didn't expect Mr. Lu to have such a high level of appreciation for performance art."
"I'm not that tall, I'm just looking around blindly, I can't compare to you all. May I ask your name?" Lu Feng asked, following up on the conversation.
“Song Qing from Tianhe Group, we mainly do import and export trade. We can’t compare with someone like President Lu who researches high-tech semiconductors,” President Song said, offering a conciliatory remark.
"I just heard you say that you want to raise funds to buy a big ship, is that right?" Lu Feng asked.
Mr. Song glanced at the three executives of Standard Chartered Investment, Nan Fung Group, and First Eastern, and nodded tacitly, saying, "International trade is getting busier and busier, and our business is also growing, so we want to buy a ship!"
“That’s great. I happen to have over 10 billion yuan of idle funds on hand. Can we talk? I’m quite optimistic about international bulk commodity trade,” Lu Feng said earnestly.
President Song was stunned, looking at Lu Feng with some surprise. He wanted to invest in him?
"Mr. Lu has tens of billions of dollars at his disposal?" Bright, the head of Standard Chartered Investments, looked at Lu Feng in surprise and said, "I heard that you are still raising funds from all over the place."
"Yes, when you left Jiafeng Group, it seems you didn't take any funds with you, right?" Chen Yanhua from Nanfeng Group asked, puzzled.
“I didn’t take any funds with me, and Hurricane Semiconductor is indeed short of money, but that doesn’t mean I personally don’t have any. Over the years, I’ve accumulated quite a bit of wealth. A mere 10 billion isn’t a big number, is it?” Lu Feng said, looking at the group.
The group looked at each other, all shocked. They didn't know whether Lu Feng meant the 10 billion in Hong Kong dollars or US dollars. Even if it was Hong Kong dollars, this cash flow was unique in Hong Kong.
"Since Mr. Lu doesn't lack money personally, why does he need to raise funds?" Zeng Yixin, the Hong Kong president of First Eastern Investment Group, looked at Lu Feng and said, "Why don't you just invest yourself? Or does Mr. Lu lack confidence in his own company?"
"On the contrary, I've always believed that smart people should earn a limited amount of money. As a wealthy person, you should share some opportunities. Hurricane Capital is a high-quality asset, and the future of semiconductors is clear. Just like Jiafeng Group, I reduced my shareholding to 10%. Why? Because everyone getting rich is true wealth. It would be a painful thing for me to earn all the money myself." Lu Feng said with a righteous expression.
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