"That's not what I'm talking about. I don't trust you enough. I just have some good news for you. You've been reading some technology newspapers lately, right? Do you know about VCD technology?" Lu Feng asked.
"VCD?" He Jiale suddenly remembered something, flipped through a stack of newspapers next to him, found one, and saw that the headline was: "Thirty-year-old technical talent overcomes world problem, VCD technology shocks the world."
"I know, isn't this from Hefei? What's wrong?" He Jiale's lips curled into a slight smile, as if he sensed something different.
"Hehehehe." Lu Feng laughed.
"Hahahaha!" He Jiale laughed too.
"Don't tell me we're going to produce in Dongguan. That's too much of a shock. The leaders there will call me non-stop. Of course, if we could come here, I'd be overjoyed even if they called me non-stop," He Jiale said excitedly.
"Well... this matter is still ongoing. This Mr. Jiang is my brother," Lu Feng said with a smile.
"That's great! The new factory area is perfect for producing VCDs. I can convert the park into a VCD park and set up a special park for you. Could you invite General Manager Jiang to the unveiling ceremony and say a few words?" He Jiale said happily.
“We have to take it slow. Look, I have good news. I called you right away. It wasn’t Huang Youwei. Our relationship is strong enough, isn’t it?” Lu Feng asked.
“I’ve long seen that you’re no ordinary person. As long as you can come over, I’ll do my best to help you get rid of any obstacles. Just so you know, I don’t have much influence. After all, it’s across provinces. Everyone wants to get some meat, especially when you’re taking meat from someone else’s pot,” He Jiale said thoughtfully.
“When needed, I will definitely say, ‘Well, there’s a problem. This VCD can be produced anywhere. I have a pretty good relationship with Huang Youwei. Oh dear, this is a difficult matter. If he calls later, I won’t be able to explain it to him. Will we even see each other again?’” Lu Feng sighed, his voice full of difficulty.
"Secretary Huang won't blame you. You have such a good relationship, he'll definitely understand."
“I understand, but if we could find an excuse to shut him up, like saying your conditions are better, he wouldn’t have anything to say, right?” Lu Feng asked.
“Ah… well… yes, I can give you a fake offer, just to put on a show, it'll shut him up anyway,” He Jiale suggested.
“They’re not stupid. My idea is to offer them a 50 million interest-free loan. You know I have 200 million in loans due this summer, and I still need Huang Youwei’s help. If you can move those 200 million aside, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.” Lu Feng hinted to the other party very bluntly.
"Fifty million is too much, how about thirty million, interest-free for a year? I'll hold a meeting later and ask about it, what do you think?"
Thirty million?
Lu Feng hesitated for a moment. This money was acceptable. Now, as long as it was money, Lu Feng would put it in his pocket.
"Okay, I'll get back to work. You should get some rest." Lu Feng said a few polite words before hanging up the phone.
Standing to the side, Feng Zhiyao was dumbfounded. He never dreamed that before things were even settled, he would turn around and sell Jiang Wanmeng for a good price.
"What's wrong?" Lu Feng asked, looking at him.
"Mr. Lu, don't you feel guilty about making this money?"
"Don't ask me if I'm feeling bad. Go back and ask your dad. He probably wasn't feeling bad when he was making money off retail investors in the stock market. I didn't harm his interests."
Lu Feng knew that it was impossible to reason with idealists like him who had just graduated from school. All they thought about was selling things and making money, and everything had to be legal and compliant. Little did they know that being legal and compliant meant either slow efficiency or simply not being able to get anywhere.
Some things can be done but not said, and some things can be said but not done.
Lu Feng stood up and said to him, "Go back and rest. By the way, how's your English?"
"Great!"
"Would you be okay as a translator?"
"There's definitely no problem."
"Okay, be my translator tomorrow. Get some rest." Lu Feng waved to him, then prepared to wash up and go to bed.
"I was supposed to be here for negotiations, so how did I become a translator?" Feng Zhiyao said somewhat unwillingly, "I also want to talk to them, I've studied..."
"Stop, stop, stop. This is not something you need to do. I can handle it. Go back to your room and go to sleep."
After Feng Zhiyao left, Lu Feng took a shower, lay down on the bed, and was about to call Su Yourong when he drifted off to sleep.
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