Business negotiations are all about applying maximum pressure to force the other party to accept the lowest possible terms, so that you can gain the biggest advantage.
For firms like Goldman Sachs and Morgan Stanley, is Jiafeng Electronics a worthwhile investment?
Of course you can vote!
Despite the widespread boycott of Lu Feng in Hong Kong, these companies still held several rounds of talks with him, which is enough to show their eagerness to invest in Jiafeng Electronics.
The previous series of price-cutting measures were simply an attempt to gain more profit.
But now that Lu Feng has given the final timeline, these people are getting anxious. Business is all about taking it slow, what's the big deal about kicking someone?
Around 7 p.m., people began to gather in front of the Nocturne Bar. Many luxury cars and sports cars appeared one after another. Rich young men were surrounded by women, while poor hooligans squatted to the side picking up cigarette butts.
"Honey, over here!" A woman in her thirties walked towards Tang Zhongren, her face beaming with a smile that made her features crease. She grabbed Tang Zhongren's arm and said, "It's been so long since you've been here! I've missed you so much!"
"How much do you want it?" Tang Zhongren glanced at her and slapped her on the butt.
"Oh dear, he's even taking advantage of his mom! Young Master Tang has really become a non-picky eater lately. Come on, sit down." Mom beckoned and led him to a booth.
"You're here early today, there aren't many people here yet, and a few girls are getting ready!" The madam gestured for Tang Zhongren and the others to sit down, and whispered, "Let me tell you, that very popular model is here with me today."
"Alright, call them over in a bit. Today's the main event is treating, so bring us your most expensive set meal," Tang Zhongren said, seemingly unconcerned.
Mommy's face was all smiles. When it comes to making money, it's all thanks to these rich young men. A single set meal can cost hundreds of thousands or even millions.
There were already quite a few girls swaying their bodies on the dance floor, while a few hooligans on the sidewalks scanned the area, looking for prey to indulge in tonight.
Chicken Brother and seven or eight others sat there, their eyes scanning Tang Zhongren's side. When they learned that he was working for Young Master Tang, Chicken Brother felt that he was being taken advantage of. With Young Master Tang's generosity, how could he only give him 50,000 yuan?
He's a smart man; he understands perfectly well that these rich people aren't short of money, but they are short of face and don't want to know him at all, so he didn't go over. If he does a good job tonight, he'll definitely get a lot of money.
Around 7 p.m., Lu Feng was about to leave when Sister Wu called President Du before she left, saying that today's occasion was perfect for him.
Mr. Du went that day, but he didn't say much. Most importantly, Ms. Wu felt that Mr. Feng would definitely meet Lu Feng today.
Surrounded by bodyguards, Lu Feng got into the car and headed straight for the Nocturne Bar.
Upon entering the bar, it was already bustling with activity. Bars in Hong Kong are completely different from those on the mainland; this place is already quite similar to a high-end nightclub from twenty or thirty years later.
There was a huge stage where several scantily clad girls swayed their bodies. In the dimly lit environment, there were also waitresses in bright lights, girls serving drinks, and little bees collecting nectar—everything was there.
As soon as Lu Feng entered, he was surrounded by a group of girls holding up a glittering sign that read "VIP." Lu Feng followed behind them as they walked inside.
In the largest booth, Tang Zhongren had his arm around a heavily made-up girl, crossed his legs, and looked at Lu Feng without the slightest hint of apology.
"You're here? Have a seat!" He pointed to a sofa next to him.
"Isn't this the richest man in mainland China who's been making headlines lately?" Mommy looked at Lu Feng and smiled, her eyes crinkling. This was another wealthy man. She greeted him, "I didn't expect you to be our VIP. Please have a seat."
Lu Feng sat down without saying a word.
Tang Zhongren picked up a glass of wine from the table, gestured towards Lu Feng, and said in a deep voice, "President Lu, let's call it even."
After saying that, he drank it all in one gulp.
"It would be best if we could just wipe the slate clean. Besides, I didn't come here for you." Lu Feng picked up the glass in front of him and said, "I'm here to raise funds. Having more friends means having more options. I'll drink."
After Lu Feng finished drinking, the girl next to him hurriedly poured him another cup.
Although the two said they would call it even, the atmosphere in the booth was a bit stiff. Tang Zhongren chatted and laughed with the woman next to him, completely ignoring Lu Feng.
Several girls stood next to Lu Feng, swaying their bodies to the music.
"Honey, is he the richest man in mainland China?" the girl next to Tang Zhongren asked, her eyes scanning Lu Feng with disdain.
Tang Zhongren nodded without saying anything.
These women were all seasoned veterans of the underworld, adept at reading people's expressions, and naturally they could tell that Tang Zhongren was not happy.
"How dare a country bumpkin like him be the richest man? He's just taking advantage of the fact that we've never been to the mainland," the woman said sarcastically.
Lu Feng looked at her, smiled, and said, "Then what makes someone worthy of being the richest man?"
"You're really rich? I didn't realize you had so much money. You can order a few bottles of foreign liquor." The woman provoked Lu Feng with her words, simply trying to get him to spend some money.
Lu Feng didn't want to stoop to her level, so he didn't say anything.
"Hmph, you poor wretch, you can't even afford a few bottles of foreign liquor, yet you're pretending to be the richest man. It's hilarious." The woman reached out and hugged Tang Zhongren's neck, saying coquettishly, "I want to drink Louis XIII."
"Now that we've talked it out, I have other things to do, so I'll be leaving first," Lu Feng said to Tang Zhongren.
"Can't afford the wine, just trying to mooch off me, and leaving after a few words of criticism." The woman rolled her eyes, looking very disgusted, and said, "Young Master Tang, I don't like him, tell him to get lost."
Tang Zhongren frowned slightly, not because of the woman's words, but because he was upset that the person he had spent over 100,000 yuan to hire hadn't shown up yet, and he was extremely unwilling to let Lu Feng leave like this.
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