“I’m alright. Someone as talented as President Jiang must earn at least a million a year, or at least receive stock dividends,” Lu Feng pressed.
"A million? I really don't have that much. I can't compare to a boss like you."
"Not even a million?" Lu Feng looked regretful and sighed, "State-owned enterprises are too stingy. To be honest, so many state-owned enterprise leaders are leaving to start their own businesses because they are too stingy. Someone as talented as you could easily make tens of millions if you went out into business. You have quotas to meet, right? And you have people above you who supervise you, right?"
Mr. Jiang nodded. He was just the general manager; above him were the organization and the board of directors, so the work pressure was indeed great.
Lu Feng reached out and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "You work yourself to the bone, get scolded, and don't even make any money. What's the point? To get reimbursed by the country? I'm part of the country too!"
Zhang Fengxia was speechless watching from the side. This person was shameless, and his scumbag behavior was unbearable. It was obvious that he didn't want to change jobs.
He went up and immediately started sowing discord, then he began digging into the enemy's territory.
Mr. Jiang looked somewhat embarrassed. He knew very well what Lu Feng wanted to do. As the current general manager of a state-owned enterprise and a senior engineer, frankly speaking, he had a bright future ahead of him and didn't want to go into business.
“Money isn’t everything. My salary is already quite high, and I have access to cutting-edge technology, representing national enterprises in technical exchanges in the United States.” Jiang Wanmeng’s words were a polite way of declining Lu Feng’s offer.
"I can do that too, Mr. Jiang. How about you register your name with me? I'll pay you 10,000 yuan a month, how about that?"
"This... isn't a good idea. People might talk behind our backs. Mr. Lu, there are many companies with technology. We mainly do broadcasting, not television." Mr. Jiang's meaning was clear: you've come to the wrong person.
"This has nothing to do with technology." Lu Feng looked at him with a sly smile, like an old fox, and suddenly put his arm around his shoulder, saying, "I just like the look of you, you look like a banknote!"
"ah?"
"Just kidding, Mr. Jiang. If you ever need money, just call me. I'm rich and simple-minded, and I'm very interested in investing in novel things. Keep my number safe and contact me anytime," Lu Feng said to him.
"Okay, I also hope that President Lu will have a smooth journey in the field of technology, industry and trade."
"Keep in touch, you must keep in touch!"
Mr. Jiang looked at Lu Feng with a hint of fear, nodded heavily, and said that they would definitely keep in touch. After saying that, he took the cake to a corner and ate it alone.
Su Yourong walked up and asked, "You value this person so much?"
He was a walking money machine, how could Lu Feng not value him? All VCD manufacturers had to buy technology licenses from him. At its peak, the combined market for optical discs and VCD players reached over 100 billion yuan. Not only did they sell well domestically, but they were also exported to hundreds of countries overseas.
Some people in later generations said that when VCD technology was exported to the world, it represented a phased victory for the first industrial upgrading in China.
"A thirty-year-old general manager of a large state-owned enterprise, is he an ordinary person?" Lu Feng took a bite of cake and scanned the crowd. He sensed that this conference was full of talented people, and perhaps there would be some new discoveries.
After scanning the crowd, Lu Feng spotted a familiar face—a man in his forties. Just as Lu Feng saw him, the man stared right into Lu Feng's eyes.
Their eyes met, and the other person walked over. His clothes were somewhat out of place compared to the glamorous people around him. He was in his forties, but his eyes held an indescribable sense of vicissitude.
"Mr. Lu, hello!" he said, extending his hand.
Hello! Hello!
"I run a small company that makes these program-controlled switches, mainly in communications. Maybe we can cooperate in the future. My surname is Ren." The other person said, taking out a business card from his pocket.
Lu Feng glanced at it; it said Huawei Communications Co., Ltd. He put the business card in his pocket, took out one of his own, and handed it over, saying, "Lu Feng, Chairman of Jiafeng Electronics Technology."
"Alright, alright, what you said about technology, industry and trade is very true." He smiled and didn't say much. Huawei was too small at the moment, just starting out. Facing a huge conglomerate like Lu Feng's, he knew that the two companies would not have any interaction.
"It's just a small company, why make such a fuss? Tens of thousands of such small companies emerge every day in the Pearl River Delta, and tens of thousands disappear every year." Su Yourong couldn't understand Lu Feng's behavior just now.
"There will always be small companies that survive, small companies that grow, and there will always be towering trees. We have to believe in miracles, right?"
Lu Feng didn't have much interaction with Ren Zhengfei. Investing in Huawei, a company with dispersed equity, meant that the money earned was mainly used for employee bonuses and R&D, so there wasn't much profit to be made.
This kind of company is destined to be all bark and no bite!
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