As soon as Lu Feng agreed, Boss Ma made a move and immediately called Ke Bing.
"Mr. Ma? Why did you think of me?" Ke Bing was a little surprised when he received the call.
"It's nothing, just that a lot has happened recently. I've arranged a dinner tonight and invited Mr. Lu from Jiafeng Electronics. I just wanted to let you know so you wouldn't think I'm stealing your job." Mr. Ma leaned back on the sofa and said slowly, "Also, Mr. Ke, if you don't have the skills, don't take on the job!"
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Ke Bing slammed the phone on the table, cursing under his breath. Prince Hui, sitting next to him, asked, "Mr. Ke, what's wrong?"
"Ma Quantao is treating Lu Feng to dinner tonight!!"
“Ma Quantao? Wasn’t this task assigned to you? Why did you let him get involved?” Prince Hui thought for a moment and said, “Why don’t you call your boss and ask?”
"What the hell are you asking? How am I supposed to ask? Haven't I been scolded enough these past two days? Even if that person didn't send Ma Quantao to handle it, they still want more people to deal with Lu Feng so he can get the ledgers sooner and be safe!" Ke Bing was so worried that he kept scratching his head.
"Then we're in a very passive position!"
"Take some men and keep an eye on him. Ma Quantao's hands are dirty. Last time some workers caused trouble, he directly had several people crippled. If he goes all out and scares Lu Feng into taking out the ledger, step in to help him out and then take the ledger back."
"I see!"
As evening fell, Lu Feng went downstairs, got into his car, and sped off to the agreed-upon location.
As the name suggests, Mengtang Mountain Villa is an antique-style building. After parking his car outside, Lu Feng looked at the ancient building in front of him in the setting sun and smacked his lips, thinking to himself, "It's really beautiful."
This is half a park; part of the area is open to the public, while Mengtang Villa is not open to the public. As for whether it was built with municipal or private funds, no one can afford it. There are rumors that it was built by a former state-owned enterprise executive, who moved in as soon as it was completed.
I didn't enjoy a single day!
The weather was a bit chilly, and with National Day just around the corner, more and more people were coming here. Inside, there were antique-style bricks, small bridges and flowing water, and all kinds of plants and trees, all neatly arranged.
The last time I saw such a grand display was at Su Yourong's villa, but compared to this, her villa seemed insignificant.
"Mr. Lu, right?" a receptionist asked as she approached.
"Yes!"
"Welcome! Mr. Ma is already waiting for you. Please follow me."
Lu Feng strode forward, while Ye Wusheng and Bai Meihua, who were following behind, were somewhat shocked by the grandeur of the surroundings. They never expected that such a place, which was only seen in ancient times by wealthy families on TV, would actually exist now.
After crossing the small bridge and passing through two artificial hills, an artificial lake appeared in front of us. A bridge led into the lake, with large red pillars, red lanterns hanging from them, and carved and painted beams overhead.
At the end of the bridge is a circular platform supported by a dozen pillars, covering an area of about 100 square meters. From a distance, the platform appears to be illuminated by flickering lights and filled with the shadows of people.
Lu Feng walked onto the bridge and looked up at the plaque above, which read: Penglai Pavilion.
The name is a fitting summary of the scene. Lu Feng walked across the bridge and headed inside. When he reached the entrance, he saw a man in his fifties wearing a suit, with a shaved head and a sinister look in his eyes, which he quickly concealed.
"Mr. Lu, welcome. I didn't expect you to be so old. It's clear we're getting old." Ma Quantao greeted Lu Feng with a smile, taking his hand and showering him with polite words.
"It's an honor to meet Mr. Ma. Today I've truly broadened my horizons. This place really makes one feel like they're in the Tang Dynasty," Lu Feng said, looking around.
"This isn't my property; it's just for entertaining Mr. Lu. Please! Please!"
As Lu Feng entered the venue, there were about twenty or thirty people present. They all stared at Lu Feng, scrutinizing him from head to toe, and most of them did not have a friendly look in their eyes.
It's not aimed at Lu Feng, but at these outside entrepreneurs.
"Come, come, let me introduce you to Mr. Lu Feng, Chairman of Jiafeng Electronics. Look how young he is, a true young talent. No wonder I've felt old these past few years," Ma Quantao introduced to the crowd.
There were two ambiguous laughs on the scene. Ma Quantao introduced a few people to Lu Feng, exchanged business cards, said a few polite words, and then sat down and said, "Mr. Lu works in electronics, but I'm not so good at that. I only know how to do some asphalt. I've been busy with projects these past two years, so I've managed to get by."
"No matter what we do, it's all about serving the people," Lu Feng said casually.
"Hahahaha." Ma Quantao laughed and nodded repeatedly in agreement.
The food on the table was almost all served, so we started eating. We chatted about local customs and traditions, and there were quite a few dirty jokes. The atmosphere was alright.
After several rounds of drinks and dishes, a slight buzz crept into their hearts. Ma Quantao patted Lu Feng on the shoulder, addressing him as a brother, and said, "Brother, business is tough, especially doing business on someone else's turf. Let me tell you, Dongguan has undergone a complete transformation in the last few years!"
"No destruction, no construction; change is a good thing." Lu Feng picked up a peanut and put it in his mouth.
“These foreign companies keep coming in, and instead of staying in their own territory, they all come here to squeeze money out of you. All those subsidies and tax breaks are just a bunch of lies. You can squeeze money out of you, but don't block other people's path to wealth. Otherwise, one day you might get your leg broken and you won't even know who did it.” Ma Quantao slapped Lu Feng hard on the shoulder and shouted, “What do you say, brother?”
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