"I can't consider it. Of course, if you're willing to vote, we're all on the same side, so everything is negotiable. As for those other people, forget about it." Lu Feng's words implied that he was being pointed at.
“You’re not in a hurry to go back. Since you’re already here, I’ll make some preparations and give you a farewell dinner in the next few days.”
The two chatted very politely. After hanging up the phone, Mr. Feng looked at Zhenkun, and the two exchanged a glance and smiled.
“He’s a smart man, but he’s a bit impatient,” Zhenkun said with a smile.
"Perhaps other factors put pressure on him. This young man is quite shrewd; he should have realized long ago that I wanted to invest in him." Mr. Feng sat up straight and said, "The problem is, his price is indeed high."
“I have an idea. The information shows that this person loves taking risks and always pursues high leverage and high returns. We can use some of our illicit funds to invest in him.”
"Black money?" Mr. Feng pondered. No one had ever done this before. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Are there any channels for this?"
"I heard that 500 million yuan of overseas illicit funds recently came in and are being sold as a package for only 100 million yuan."
"Keep it for now, and we'll buy it once he agrees," Mr. Feng instructed.
So-called "black money," or "dirty money" in mainland China, circulates in underground banks worldwide at low prices. One yuan can be exchanged for five yuan, and sometimes even ten yuan.
Because of the sheer volume of money involved, it was impossible to launder it in ordinary places. After flowing into underground banks, it was packaged and sold. In the 1990s, Hong Kong became the world's largest money laundering hub.
Financial activities, bulk commodity trading, and speculative buying and selling were rampant.
Of course, it is very difficult to launder hundreds of millions using these methods, and they are very easy to be caught. The simplest way is to take a stroll around a casino.
The next day, Mr. Zheng called again, hoping to continue the negotiations, but Lu Feng refused directly, informing him that he already had a good financing target.
Upon hearing this, the other party became anxious and kept calling to say that the money could be discussed again, but Lu Feng ignored them.
Lu Feng spent the entire day on the phone with Zhu Lidong and Zhang Fengxia, while the six companies led by Goldman Sachs were getting anxious because they had received word that Sun Hung Kai was preparing to enter the market.
A good project is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and no one is willing to give up such a good opportunity. However, Lu Feng has made it clear that he does not want to talk about it anymore, so these people can only start from other aspects.
At six o'clock in the evening, a phone call came in. Li Fang answered the phone, said a few words, and then said to Lu Feng, "Tang Zhongren is looking for you."
"I won't see you!" Lu Feng replied irritably. This guy was just being a jerk. He slapped the left cheek, and the guy offered his right cheek. It was endless.
"He said he wants to invest in you and wants to talk to you." Li Fang held the phone in her hand and looked at Lu Feng.
Lu Feng put down the newspaper, stood up, walked over, took the phone, and said, "You want to invest in me?"
"Mr. Lu, I'm really sorry. I was blind to your talent. My dad has already scolded me. Our company thinks your business has a very bright future. What I did before was a bit naive. I just wanted to apologize to you."
Tang Zhongren's voice on the phone was exceptionally sincere, as if he truly recognized his mistake.
"Okay, I accept your apology. If you want to invest, let's talk at the company another day," Lu Feng said in a deep voice.
"Mr. Lu, I'm a few years older than you, so we should be friends. To express my apology, I'm inviting you to the bar tonight. You can't refuse, can you? It's Nocturne Bar. If you don't come, it means you haven't forgiven me, and it means you're not giving me face. It's settled then." Tang Zhongren hung up the phone immediately after saying that.
Lu Feng put down the phone and chuckled. He could see right through Tang Zhongren. Go to the bar to apologize?
He's probably just hiring some thugs to take the opportunity to teach himself a lesson.
Lu Feng sat back on the sofa, picked up the newspaper, thought for a moment, and then put it down again. He felt that if Tang Zhongren didn't get his revenge, the trouble would probably never end.
It's better to just give him a quick death!
“Call Goldman Sachs, Morgan Stanley, and Mr. Feng and his people, and tell them I’m going to Nocturne Bar tonight.” Lu Feng thought for a moment and said, “Just say this is my last chance, and if we don’t talk, I’m leaving!”
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