The convoy stopped in front of the kindergarten. The car doors opened, and twenty or thirty men in black suits got out, shouting at those around them, "Back up!"
People jostled and pushed, staring wide-eyed with curiosity.
For some reason, Mr. Wu had a bad feeling, and his heart skipped a beat.
Dog Brother got out of the car and walked towards the Bentley in the middle. Some people in the underworld recognized Dog Brother and exclaimed in surprise.
"Holy crap, Dog Bro?"
"Is it really Dog Bro?"
"Brother Gou, are you opening the door for them?"
Who is Brother Gou? What is his status? In the local underworld, Brother Gou is like the Bentley or Rolls-Royce of the gangsters.
However, such an awesome person actually opened the door for someone else?
The car door opened, and a chubby little girl jumped out. The boy named Lele pointed at her and exclaimed, "Daddy, that's her!"
Mr. Wu was dumbfounded. He turned around and whispered to his wife, "Didn't you say you wanted to drive a beat-up Santana?"
"So you're driving a beat-up Santana, huh? What's the panic? Anyone can put on a show."
Mr. Wu had some experience in the underworld and knew Dog Brother well. No ordinary person would dare to order him around like this. The car door opened, and Lu Feng stepped out and walked towards the kindergarten entrance.
A dozen or so people followed behind him, exuding an imposing aura. As he stepped forward, Lu Feng first looked at Lele's mother and said, "We were talking this morning, wasn't it about comparing wealth and pomp?"
The woman looked at her husband, frowned, and said, "Old Wu, say something!"
"Which company are you from? I've never seen you before." Mr. Wu stepped forward, straightened his suit, and said, clearly not very confident in front of Lu Feng, "Let me tell you, I have some special relationships with some leaders. I pay taxes every year..."
"Let's not talk about that. I just want to talk about my daughter's schooling here." Lu Feng looked at the principal and said, "You called my wife this morning and told her to withdraw our daughter from school, didn't you?"
The kindergarten director looked somewhat embarrassed. She had originally planned to win over Mr. Wu, thinking that offending an ordinary family wouldn't matter. But now it seemed that Mr. Wu was the one from an ordinary family.
"It was probably done by some temporary workers at our school."
"Didn't you hear what this Mr. Wu said? He pays a lot of taxes every year and is friends with many leaders. Let me also say this: I pay more taxes than he earns. I can make a few phone calls and shut you down. It's just a matter of a few words."
"What are you bragging about? I earn a million a year, what the hell do you do? Pay a million in taxes?" Mr. Wu couldn't help but shout. What a joke, are there really companies like this in the area?
The only private enterprise that can reach this level is Jiaming Foods. Mr. Wu has also heard about the things that happened to the CEO of Jiaming. How could someone with a background like Ren Qianbo be brought down?
Besides, he had also dined with some managers from Jiaming Foods!
An annual income of one million is absolutely unimaginable nowadays. Many people at the scene exclaimed in surprise, looking at Mr. Wu with envy on his face. What kind of life is it to have an annual income of one million?
This is beyond the imagination of ordinary people; many people have only just reached the threshold of becoming a "ten-thousand-yuan household."
Gao Zhiwei hadn't wanted to get involved and had been sitting in the car the whole time. Seeing that it hadn't been resolved after so long, he got out and walked over. When he saw the person standing in the middle, he exclaimed in surprise, "President Wu?"
Seeing Gao Zhiwei's delighted expression, General Manager Wu called out to the surroundings, "Everyone, look closely! Just in time, the general manager of Jiaming Foods is passing by. He's also a good friend of mine. Mr. Gao, come here for a moment. Now, tell me, what's the name of your company that pays more taxes than I earn?"
Seeing his smug expression, as if he had found a weakness in him, Lu Feng couldn't help but laugh.
"Let me introduce you. This is our boss, Mr. Lu," Gao Zhiwei said.
"Mr....Mr. Lu?"
Mr. Wu looked at Lu Feng with disbelief, his eyes wide. He was too young. Wasn't the CEO of Jiaming Foods supposed to be a middle-aged man?
He would never have believed it if it hadn't come from Gao Zhiwei's mouth.
"Is he the CEO of Jiaming Foods?"
"Isn't that too young?"
"Oh my god..."
Not to mention Mr. Wu, everyone present was shocked. In the past six months, the name Jiaming Foods had been heard too often by the locals, but the owner behind it had always been a matter of speculation and rumors.
How could one not be shocked to see Lu Feng so young now?
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