"A handsome and dignified man!" Lu Feng said rather hypocritically.
The others present gave brief introductions, explaining that each of them was backed by a large company with hundreds of billions of dollars in Ponzi schemes, and that their industries were very diverse.
These people are the pinnacle of Hong Kong's financial sector; above them are the banks.
"Is Mr. Lu twenty-five years old this year?" Mr. Feng asked.
“Yes, it’s his actual age, twenty-six in the traditional Chinese way. The New Year is just around the corner,” Lu Feng replied.
What day is your birthday?
"Uh..." Lu Feng had no idea what this bastard's birthday was, so he casually replied, "April!"
"Young and promising, I heard you graduated from Harvard?"
Lu Feng smiled, somewhat embarrassed. With Mr. Feng's connections, it was only a matter of time before he found out about Lu Feng's situation.
"I was just kidding, I only graduated from elementary school!"
Primary school graduation?
Those present initially looked down on him, but then realized that he was somewhat extraordinary.
They chatted for over an hour, mostly about everyday family matters, and the atmosphere was quite familiar. Lu Feng was quick-witted and would occasionally make a joke, which would make everyone burst into laughter.
Feng Zhiyao sat silently to the side, looking down on Lu Feng with disdain. Putting aside his low education level, he said nothing but flattering things to everyone else.
He doesn't like the younger generation that the elders like. He believes that young people should be innovative and should go against the elders.
Little did people know that someone Lu Feng's age might be too nervous to speak in this situation. Don't underestimate the power of a casual conversation.
If a young person can chat with a group of big shots with ease, then that young person is definitely not simple.
Mr. Feng lit a cigar, nodded, and said, "Xiao Feng has a bright future ahead of him. Zhi Yao, you two are about the same age, you can get to know each other better and learn from each other."
"What's there for me to learn from him?" Feng Zhiyao muttered with some dissatisfaction.
"I mainly learn from your son!" Lu Feng said politely.
"It's always good to have more friends. It's getting late, you should go home and rest." Mr. Feng stood up and said, "If there was anything I didn't do well in tonight, I hope Mr. Lu will forgive me."
"No, no, everything is fine!" Lu Feng said politely.
As the event was about to end, Li Fang, who was standing next to Lu Feng, became anxious. She called him over and they had been talking for so long, but he hadn't mentioned the financing at all; he had only talked about useless nonsense.
"Mr. Lu, could you mention financing...?"
"Shut up!"
Lu Feng gave a low reprimand and followed the group out. Mr. Feng seemed a little tired and said to Feng Zhiyao beside him, "Help me see the guests out!"
"Okay, you should get some rest," Feng Zhiyao said.
After exchanging a few more polite words at the door, Lu Feng watched them leave and then looked at Feng Zhiyao.
The other person also looked at Lu Feng, their eyes darting around, and said with their hands in their pockets, "What are you here for? It seems you didn't get anything, did you?"
"I'm just here to chat with your dad," Lu Feng said, looking at him. "I've already achieved my goal."
Feng Zhiyao laughed, as if he saw through Lu Feng's hypocrisy, and said, "Then let's go. Don't think that just because my dad told you we can be friends, you can stick to my side. Let me tell you, I'm not one of those rich young masters, and I don't need any lackeys!"
Lu Feng couldn't help but laugh, patting him on the shoulder. He hadn't expected this young man to think so much, assuming that he would fawn over him and become his lackey.
"I am a person..."
"You're just a sycophant, a suck-up. Let me tell you, you won't get a single penny from my dad." The other person snorted dismissively and said, "Alright, you can go now."
Lu Feng could tell that the other party was still quite immature, so he said, "I don't need you to deliver it. You said I can't get money from your dad, right?"
"right!"
"Let's make a bet!"
"What are we betting on?" the other party asked, clearly unconvinced.
“I’m not gambling on anything. I just feel like I can get money from your dad. If I get it, you’ll personally escort me downstairs,” Lu Feng said, looking at him.
“Okay, let’s bet!” Feng Zhiyao said with a determined look on his face.
Lu Feng waved to Li Fang, turned around and left. He entered the elevator, and Li Fang hurriedly asked, "Mr. Lu, what's wrong...?"
"Call the reporters in a bit and tell them to publish their articles tomorrow morning. Say that I had a very pleasant conversation with Mr. Feng and that he is interested in investing. Also, hint that Jiafeng Electronics is developing very well and that he is very optimistic about it!" Lu Feng said in a deep voice.
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