Lu Feng pushed open the door and walked in. He shook hands with Zhenkun and said, "I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting."
"It's alright. I wonder how the talks went, Mr. Lu?" Zhenkun asked.
"They've shown their sincerity, but I still want to meet Mr. Feng. I believe that Mr. Feng will either not make a move or he'll give me a big surprise," Lu Feng said with a smile.
"please!"
"Mr. Lu, can I go with you?" Mr. Du asked Lu Feng, his expression full of anticipation. He had been running around like crazy for this day.
Sister Wu quickly chimed in, "President Lu, you should take him with you. President Du is a very nice person, and it won't delay anything."
Lu Feng looked at him. This person was quite nice. Without harming his own interests, he was still willing to make more friends in Hong Kong, as he would inevitably have to come here for future financing.
"Let's go, no need to be so polite, we're going the same way anyway." Lu Feng smiled at him.
"Thanks!"
The group left the house, got into their car, and sped towards the Feng family villa. On the way, Zhenkun took out his mobile phone and called home.
In the living room of the Feng family home, Mr. Feng leaned back in a wicker chair, resting with his eyes closed. A nanny came over, holding a cordless phone, and said, "Sir, it's the housekeeper's call."
Mr. Feng opened his eyes, took the phone, and said in a low voice, "How is it?"
"We're on our way back. Lu Feng has finished talking with those six companies. He didn't reveal the details of how the talks went, but he said at the bar that if they couldn't reach an agreement tonight, he would fly to New York tomorrow," Zhenkun reported.
"Let's talk when they arrive!" Mr. Feng said, then hung up the phone and handed it to the nanny next to him.
The car soon stopped in front of the villa. Under the cover of night, the Feng family's gate was adorned with two large red lanterns, illuminating the two stone lions below. The courtyard walls were painted gray, giving it a solemn appearance. The massive bronze gate was three meters high, creating an indescribable sense of oppression.
Pushing open the door, you'll find a traditional Chinese courtyard, reminiscent of a Jiangnan residence, with arched gates, stone tables and chairs, all looking quite elegant.
Zhenkun led Lu Feng and his group to the backyard. Inside the house was a complete set of mahogany furniture. Mr. Feng sat in the head seat. When he saw Lu Feng arrive, he didn't get up but just smiled and said, "Mr. Lu, it's been a while. Please have a seat."
"It's so late, I'm really sorry to bother you again." Lu Feng said politely, and sat down on the mahogany chair next to Mr. Feng. He was a head shorter than Mr. Feng, but he didn't mind.
Their status speaks for itself, not to mention their home.
Feng Zhiyao sat opposite him, upright and ramrod straight. It was clear that he didn't dare to be too presumptuous in front of his father.
"Actually, I wanted to talk to you about investment at the financial banquet that day, but we got so engrossed in the conversation that I forgot about it." Mr. Feng smiled and shook his head, saying, "I'm getting old, and I often forget things."
Forgot?
Lu Feng didn't expose him, saying, "It's alright. As long as Mr. Feng wants to invest, Jiafeng Electronics' doors are always open, even if we've already raised funds this time."
“I like their frankness!” Mr. Feng asked, “How did the talks with them go?”
"It's both good and bad," Lu Feng replied.
"What is good? What is bad?" Mr. Feng pressed.
"It's better than yesterday, but it's definitely not as good as what you have here." Lu Feng grinned.
Mr. Feng laughed, and everyone present could only laugh along. Many people were completely baffled by their conversation, finding it rather profound.
“You are so young, yet so intelligent. There are truly hidden talents among the young people on the mainland. If I had a son like you, I could rest in peace even after I die.” There was a hint of disappointment in Mr. Feng’s words.
“Dad, aren’t three sons enough for you? I’ve already tried my best,” Feng Zhiyao couldn’t help but say.
Feng Zhiyao really couldn't understand it. His father thought so highly of Lu Feng, and now he acted as if he wanted to treat him like a son. It was impossible not to be jealous.
Mr. Feng actually just wanted to get closer to Lu Feng and give Lu Feng a starting point. If Lu Feng dared to respond, he could take the opportunity to become Lu Feng's godson, and then they would be family. This would make business negotiations much easier.
"It's a pity I don't have Brother Zhiyao's good fortune," Lu Feng said, taking the opportunity to pass the buck.
Seeing that the topic had been deflected, Mr. Feng's smile faded slightly, and he asked, "Mr. Lu, where do you see the future of Hong Kong?"
"Hong Kong's future lies in the mainland!"
"Oh? Could you elaborate?"
"Hong Kong's current status is due to two factors: firstly, the global industrial transfer, and secondly, the opening up of the mainland. As a financial exporter, Hong Kong's global industrial transfer was passive. Some developed countries had to abandon some manufacturing industries to upgrade their industries, and these manufacturing industries were taken over by the Four Asian Tigers."
"As a result, the economies of the Four Asian Tigers rose rapidly. This process was not something they fought for themselves, but rather something they chose when they were migrating outwards. There were many geographical factors involved, such as ports, finance, and the sovereign will of the region or country."
"The benefits of industrial spillover from developed countries are limited and time-sensitive. Once industrial upgrading reaches its peak, if the country itself lacks the ability to transform and upgrade its industries, it will be a time of social stagnation. Hong Kong is just a small place and does not have this ability. Moreover, its manufacturing industry is very singular and extremely dependent on external industrial support."
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