The man looked up at him, and everyone at the table stared at him.
"Where are you from?"
"Never mind where I'm from, I have a job, want it or not?" the man asked directly.
"What do you take Brother Chicken for? Go ask around this street, who dares to disrespect Brother Chicken...?"
"One hundred thousand yuan!" the man said expressionlessly.
Chicken Bro hurriedly stood up and said, "What's the matter? Just tell me who to chop up?"
"Someone from the mainland, tomorrow night at Nocturne Bar." The man pulled a newspaper from his pocket, pointed to Lu Feng's photo on it, and said, "This guy."
"No problem, it's the rule in the underworld to pay half upfront. It's not that I don't trust you, it's just the rule!" Chicken Bro grinned, a toothpick dangling from his mouth.
"Sure!" The man pulled five bundles of banknotes from his pocket and placed them on the table, asking, "You still haven't told me where you're from?"
"From the Bamboo Union!"
The man nodded in satisfaction, withdrew his hand from the banknotes, turned around, and left.
"Boss, who are we going to fight?"
A group of henchmen surrounded them. They had only recently joined the Bamboo Union, but they didn't expect that someone would come for their reputation. In this place, you have to make a name for yourself. Now that the major gangs have formed a structure, it is very difficult for an individual to make it.
Chicken Bro felt hopeless about making a name for himself through hard work, so he joined in, but he didn't expect to make money so quickly.
"Isn't that the richest man in mainland China?"
"What kind of bullshit richest man are you? This is Hong Kong, don't you understand?"
"Looks like this kid's been getting too big for his britches lately. Someone's paying him to take him down," Chicken Bro said, taking a drag of his cigarette. "Let's get him. If we take him down, won't we make a name for ourselves?"
Hong Kong thugs don't care where you're from. These guys are crazy. Back then, a famous star was kidnapped on the street and a bunch of photos were taken of him. If someone hadn't intervened, who knows what might have happened.
Lu Feng returned to the villa to reduce the swelling. Li Fang and the others didn't dare to ask any more questions. He went out in the evening and came back with a swollen face.
After the swelling subsided, he called home. Jiang Xiaoyan had also heard some things and was a little worried about Lu Feng. After all, they weren't on the mainland, and if something happened, they wouldn't be able to help him from so far away.
Lu Feng comforted her for a long time, then called Zhang Fengxia after hanging up. It was almost December, and the year-end sales sprint had arrived. Weipuda's sales had reached their peak, and the small appliance sector had also reached a new high.
Judging from the market response, 20-inch TVs no longer have much of a selling point, and many companies have begun to prepare for upgrades, with 30-inch TVs on the way.
The pressure from the market weighed heavily on everyone. The market in Guangzhou had been opened up, but sales were not increasing. Data from all aspects gave everyone a reminder: technological iteration was needed!
This year marks the first year of Jiafeng Electronics' establishment. Relying on Panda's technology licensing, it has captured the market. However, in just one year, major manufacturers have already prepared for technological iterations and launched color TVs with clearer picture quality, larger screens, and more stable signals.
If you can't keep up with market demand, then even the cheapest price will be abandoned by the market without hesitation.
Research and development is the most urgent matter.
At nine o'clock in the evening, Lu Feng hung up the phone and sat there without saying a word. The current situation was indeed difficult. He needed money. If he hadn't chosen the path of technology, industry and trade, he could have taken out 100 million yuan to buy patent licenses from any company.
At 9:30, Lu Feng called Goldman Sachs and gave them his bottom line: 300 million yuan in exchange for 6% equity and 6% voting rights. They could send someone to monitor the use of the funds, but they could not decide the development direction of Jiafeng Electronics.
The other party said a lot on the phone, but in short, they did not accept the proposal.
After hanging up the phone, Lu Feng felt somewhat helpless. With market pressure mounting, there was nothing he could do. If he couldn't reach an agreement here, he would have no choice but to turn to Wall Street.
I picked up the phone and called Mr. Feng. Now that things have come to this, it's time for him to reveal his hand.
"Hello, who is this?" Zhenkun's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"It's me, Lu Feng!"
"Mr. Lu, wait a moment, I'll transfer you." Zhenkun covered the phone with his hand and whispered, "It's Lu Feng."
Mr. Feng sat to the side and smiled slightly, saying, "He couldn't hold on any longer in the end and called me."
Mr. Feng picked up the phone and said, "Mr. Lu, why aren't you asleep so late?"
"I'm so sorry to bother you with this call so late. I just wanted to tell you that my negotiations with the financing company here have fallen through. Meeting Mr. Feng here is quite an achievement. I'll be going back in a few days," Lu Feng said tentatively.
"Go back?" Mr. Feng was taken aback and hurriedly asked, "What price did they offer? These people are kicking you when you're down. They'll offer you any price while you're blacklisted."
"I didn't agree to more than two hundred million."
Two...more than two hundred million?
Mr. Feng had originally hoped to snag a bargain, but the more than 200 million yuan figure immediately silenced him.
How many shares?
“Five percent, plus five percent of the voting rights. They valued me at five billion. I think the financial companies here are so-so. I was thinking of going to the US!” Lu Feng coughed and said, “To be honest, I actually know quite a few people there. They’ve been calling me these past few days to ask me to talk. They’re very generous there, always offering US dollars.”
Mr. Feng rolled his eyes at these words. He was just a primary school graduate. How could he understand English when people spoke it? And yet he had a whole bunch of friends.
“I see, Mr. Lu. Actually, two hundred million is a pretty reasonable price, considering you’re a mainland company. Why don’t you consider it?” Mr. Feng asked.
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