Lu Feng frowned, looking at him as if he were an idiot, his mind full of questions.
"Do you even know what my family does? Stop chattering away!" Han Qiong shouted.
Lu Feng shook his head. Most of the people present had finished eating. Hearing the noise, they all looked up and wondered what had happened.
"Let me tell you, one phone call from me can make you lose everything you have. Those bosses you admire are probably less than dogs in front of me. Those rich people you've met are just beggars in my eyes, understand?" Han Qiong said with a hint of hysteria.
Lu Feng almost burst out laughing when he heard this. He looked at him and asked, "Three years have passed? According to what you're saying, shouldn't a bunch of people rush in next and tell you that Young Master Han, the Lu family is completely under your control and awaiting your judgment?"
"Lu Feng, how dare you laugh? Do you know who you've offended?" Yu Tian shouted, slamming his fist on the table.
"Who did I offend?" Lu Feng asked Han Qiong. "Which company do you work for? What do you do?"
"My family owns Hong Kong Financial Company..."
"Do you know Morgan Stanley? And Goldman Sachs, Tiger Fund, and so on!"
"What does this have to do with me?"
"What does your Hong Kong financial company have to do with me? I don't want to lower myself to your level, but you're taking advantage of me." Lu Feng stood up and slammed his fist on the table. "If you don't explain why I have to kneel down and beg you after just one phone call, I'm not done with you yet."
"My family's financial company holds controlling stakes in multiple groups across the country..."
"Which groups are these? What kind of shareholding? Phantom shares? Stock? How many voting rights do they have on the board of directors? Do they have the authority to appoint senior management?" Lu Feng interrupted directly, asking.
"I... I'm telling you, if I make one phone call, the CEO of your company, Jiaming Foods, will be scared out of his wits. You'd better be smart and not ask so many details; those are trade secrets!"
Lu Feng found Rong Guang's embarrassed expression amusing. He sat down, lit a cigarette, and said, "Make a call, Rong Guang. You used to flaunt your cell phone every day, telling everyone you were talking about tens of thousands of yuan. Now you're putting on airs."
“When we called him, he went ballistic. He doesn’t respect anyone anymore. We should teach him a lesson!” Yao Yao said sarcastically.
Relatives around started to persuade them, saying that they were all family and it was not easy for them to get together for a meal, so why make things so awkward?
If no one had advised him, Han Qiong might not have dared to make the call. The more people tried to persuade him, the more impulsive he became. He picked up the mobile phone, tapped a few times, and dialed a number. He said into the phone, "This is President Han. Listen carefully. I want you to completely destroy a man named Lu Feng in a company called Jiaming Foods within 24 hours."
After saying that, he hung up the phone with a cold expression!
Lu Feng couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter. This scene was even funnier than a farce. He took a drag of his cigarette and said, "Brother, you're a real character. Since you're deliberately looking for trouble, I'll chat with you for a while. You said your family owns a financial company in Hong Kong?"
"Yes, now you're scared!"
"Then you should have at least a basic understanding of finance, right?"
"Of course, how could I not know about my business?"
"Alright, may I ask which one your company primarily focuses on: venture capital, angel investment, financing, IPOs, bonds, or currency trading?" Lu Feng asked with a smile.
Han Qiong was stunned, breaking out in a cold sweat as he stood there. He quickly regained his senses and exclaimed, "Venture capital!"
"Then your company's risk control team must be very capable. I'd like to know what your investment focus is, what the risk rate is, and what the return rate is. Also, brother, let me tell you something: there are only a handful of financial companies in the world that mainly do venture capital. Most of them still deal with bonds, financing, and helping companies go public," Lu Feng said unhurriedly.
Sweat was already forming on Han Qiong's forehead. Anyone who had read the financial newspaper for even a couple of days wouldn't be in this state!
"I rarely get involved in company affairs."
“This isn’t about managing the company. Don’t ever again try to make someone kneel down with just a phone call. Unless they’re a direct debtor, who’s going to kneel for you?” Lu Feng tapped his cigarette ash and said, “I just wanted to have a quiet meal. What are you doing, putting on airs in front of me when you have nothing better to do?”
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