Back at the hotel, Lu Feng sat in the restaurant, looking at Butler Wang's standard smile, but he couldn't eat. His mind was filled with the man's expression.
Every era has its own wounds, and these wounds are caused by people with low levels of education who desperately want to obtain everything they desire through a simple act.
It's like a game of musical chairs, except instead of passing around explosives, these things will eventually explode in one person's hands.
Everyone has desires in life. When they cannot obtain what they desire, they begin to make demands on things that are not real. These qigong masters all use the banner of curing diseases, longevity, wealth, social status, etc.
In fact, looking at the bigger picture from a specific perspective, it is enough to see that people in this era are filled with all kinds of desires. They struggle in the tide of the times, and only a few can stand at the forefront of the tide, while the rest are all submerged.
The methods employed by these masters bear the imprint of various microloan techniques used in later generations. They promise all sorts of illusory things, stimulate the desires deep within people's hearts, constantly suggest things to you, and then make you feel safe to hand over your money in an instant.
They clearly understand the essence of marketing!
Lu Feng chuckled self-deprecatingly. He wasn't averse to capital. Having been in business for two lifetimes, he had long understood that capital was easy to manage, but people's hearts were difficult to manage, and the hearts of capitalists were even more difficult to manage. Once they became rampant, it would be a disaster.
"Please try our foie gras, this is our..."
A well-dressed waitress next to him, seeing that Lu Feng didn't touch the food, cut it up and placed it on the plate in front of him while introducing it to him.
"You can all leave!"
Butler Wang walked over with a stoop and said, "Is there anything we did wrong? You can give us your feedback, and we will improve immediately."
"I just want some peace and quiet!"
"Alright!" Butler Wang waved to everyone, and they all walked out.
Lu Feng sat alone in the spacious room eating his meal, feeling quite emotional. He thought about many things, but then felt that thinking so much was useless. When he returned to his room, he did not turn on the light.
A person sits quietly in a dark room, while the city lights outside the window are already on.
"How pretentious!"
Lu Feng chuckled and reached out to turn on the light.
Everyone has moments like this, when something touches them, and in an instant they fall into silence, begin to lament about life, and after a long sigh comes a sense of emptiness.
The difference is that poor people have no one to talk to, and even if they do, they will be laughed at and scolded for being pretentious. Lu Feng is different. He can call many people and no one will say anything to him. Instead, they will feel a sense of empathy.
Only when you have money can people truly empathize with you!
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The matter of Lu Feng's disappearance continues to unfold. As things have developed to this point, not only outsiders but even those within the industry are unable to see through this mystery.
The name "Weipuda" has always been accompanied by controversy and has never lacked topics. Under the cover of night, major newspapers are busy laying out tomorrow's news. When selecting news types, many newspapers have put Jiafeng Electronics' matter on the front page.
Furthermore, all the banks that Jiafeng Electronics had contacted were bombarded with interview calls. When Zhuang Yuntian learned of this, he was so frightened that he couldn't even eat. He called Lu Feng several times, but no one answered.
Then he called the company's business department, but due to the large number of interview calls, he couldn't get through. At that moment, Zhuang Yuntian, who was in Hong Kong, realized what it meant for time to drag on endlessly.
If the 50 million were to go down the drain, he wouldn't even have time to jump off a building. In desperation, he even called Huang Youwei's office.
Lu Feng's action triggered a chain reaction from all sides. Under the same night sky, everyone's thoughts and state of mind were different, but Lu Feng was fast asleep.
Tonight, another grand banquet is being held on the fourth floor of the Golden Palace. This is a continuous banquet, where all kinds of CEOs raise their glasses and toast each day under the dazzling lights.
Wearing an off-the-shoulder evening gown, Jianjian held a wine glass and searched for her target. Over the course of a few days, she received a lot of offers from CEOs, but their expressions immediately changed when the topic of finance came up.
My gaze swept over the CEOs, and I spotted a familiar face in the crowd: CEO Yang!
Golden Lotus, with her delicate fingers swaying gracefully, took a few steps forward. Halfway there, a short, ugly, bald man stared at her with shining eyes. He reached out and grabbed her slender arm, saying, "Beautiful lady, want a drink?"
"Hello!" Jianjian looked at him and touched him with the blanket in her hand.
"How much would it cost to cover you?" the man asked bluntly, taking a sip of his red wine.
Jianjian frowned slightly upon hearing such explicit words. Although she was also in the sex trade, she always considered herself a socialite and that she only associated with CEOs.
Especially recently, after spending time with Lu Feng, she felt utterly disgusted by this ugly, pathetic, and unsophisticated man, and couldn't even continue the charade.
"Please respect me." Jianjian shook off his hand and left.
After being rejected, the man looked annoyed and muttered curses. His gaze shifted, and he saw another girl. He chuckled, and with a hint of drunkenness, he staggered over to her.
"Mr. Yang, are you drinking here alone?" Jianjian walked to the bar and sat down, asking with a smile.
"Who are you?" President Yang asked Jianjian, who reeked of alcohol.
"You came the day before yesterday to attend the banquet hosted by General Manager Zhao. We had a very pleasant chat that day!"
"I forgot. There are so many people coming and going, how could I remember?" He was quite straightforward and said directly, "I have no interest in playing with you, and I certainly don't have the money to play with you."
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