"Lu Feng, damn it, that's the kid! Take him down!"
"Damn it, he's here! Let's go!"
The crowd grumbled and cursed, but no one moved forward. Even Miao Tianyu hesitated. It was clear to everyone that this was no ordinary person.
However, with so many brothers watching, he could not possibly back down. He took a deep breath and charged forward.
"Lu Feng, I'm here today to settle accounts with you!" Miao Tianyu stepped forward and shouted, his voice lacking confidence.
Reporters at the scene immediately seized on this explosive point, constantly asking Miao Tianyu what conflict he had with this young man, and what role Gao Zhiwei played at Jiaming Foods.
Lu Feng took two steps forward, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, put his hand on Miao Tianyu's shoulder, stared at him, and exhaled a puff of smoke.
Lu Feng now has a neatly styled hair, leather shoes, and a suit. Most importantly, he exudes a suffocating aura that makes these students, who have never experienced society, afraid to speak.
"I don't want to stoop to your level. Some things are best left in the past, and I don't want to take a kid like you seriously. Of course, if you want to play this game seriously, I'm all for it." Lu Feng, a cigarette between his fingers, pointed to the courthouse behind him and said, "I'll deal with Wahaha first, then I'll deal with you!"
"You...you're the CEO of Jiaming Foods?" someone exclaimed in disbelief.
"Are you stupid? Everyone knows that the CEO of Jiaming Foods is Gao Zhiwei."
"Gao Zhiwei is the general manager!"
Miao Tianyu felt the hand on his shoulder, his heart pounding. Only now did he realize how vulnerable he was in front of Lu Feng. His most relied-upon asset was nothing but a joke in Lu Feng's eyes.
Now, reflecting on Yan Bin's words, he finally understands that while ordinary people see him as a rich man, some people see him as nothing more than a beggar.
“You’re all college students now, so say something. Once I’m done with this, you can choose whatever you want, black or white. I’ll go to any lengths, even if it means cutting off your hands or feet. As for white goods, I know quite a few people there, from the city to the province,” Lu Feng said to the crowd.
Those present were like children being trained, heads bowed, afraid to speak, and secretly glancing at each other.
"Speak up!"
Miao Tianyu lowered his head and said, "I'm...I'm sorry, we know we were wrong, and we won't do it again."
"You bunch of idiots aren't studying properly, just driving junk cars and revving your engines all over the place." Lu Feng kicked one of them and cursed, "Don't you have classes today? Go back to class, you're getting all worked up just because I'm not going to bother with you?"
Miao Tianyu walked away with his head down, and the others hurriedly followed. One of the boys turned around, bowed, and said, "Goodbye, Uncle!"
Lu Feng was speechless. He was only three or four years older than them. Was he that old?
Turning around, a group of reporters realized that Lu Feng's identity was not quite right and kept asking if he was the mysterious CEO of Jiaming Foods. The cameras were pointed at him and snapped away. Zhang Fengxia walked next to him and used her hand to shield his face.
They were seated in the lounge, and half an hour later they met in a meeting room. Lu Feng looked at President Zong opposite him; this was their first meeting.
"Lu Feng?" President Zong looked Lu Feng up and down, somewhat incredulous. The seasoned veteran he had been dealing with for half a year was actually a young man in his early twenties.
"President Zong, we've known each other for a long time!" Lu Feng said, extending his hand.
Not only was Zong Qinghou shocked, but Wahaha was also dumbfounded. This person was too young; they thought he should be at least in his forties.
The two shook hands and returned to their respective seats. Gao Zhiwei coughed softly twice, feeling somewhat uncomfortable in front of President Zong.
"Do you both think it's possible to reconcile by having a talk?"
“I think we should leave it to the judge, and today we should not only put aside our differences, but ideally reach a cooperation agreement.” As he spoke, Lu Feng took a folder from Zhang Fengxia next to him.
"What kind of cooperation does President Lu want to achieve?" President Zong asked, puzzled.
"I mentioned the OEM to you on the phone last time. I think it's a mutually beneficial and cost-saving solution."
"Hehe, that's completely unnecessary. I'm afraid that if I give the formula to President Lu, Jiaming Foods will just copy it the next second."
"Why would I need to look at your work if you're copying me?" Lu Feng laughed disdainfully. He knew that if he didn't demonstrate his superpowers, he would always worry about being plagiarized. He said, "If I'm not mistaken, you guys are currently developing an orange juice-like drink. Believe me, I can mix it up for you right here and now."
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