Smith led his men downstairs, fuming. He considered himself a member of the upper class and surrounded by polite people.
Even if the negotiations fail, everyone will still exchange pleasantries; the upper class has its own way of expressing anger.
A person like Lu Feng is someone who catches him completely off guard. He was so scared that his heart ached for a moment. Being abroad, the person he fears most is someone like Lu Feng.
You don't know the situation in this country, or what kind of power they have. Many times, even if they kill you, you'll just end up as a handful of dust in a foreign land.
Once in the car and with the window rolled up, Smith breathed a sigh of relief.
A man nearby remarked, "The local business community is so unruly! Who are these people?"
“I can tell he doesn’t want to talk at all, and our personal safety is not guaranteed right now.”
“I suggest reporting to the embassy and applying for protection, but we can’t just give up like this.”
Smith's face was grim. He looked out the window, but didn't see anything unusual. Then he took out a cigarette, lit it, rolled down the window, and said, "What you're saying isn't the most important thing. First, contact the consulting firm to find out about this person from today. Then we'll go back to our place."
Lu Feng stood upstairs, watching the three cars drive away, his face expressionless. Feng Zhiyao next to him said, "You're in big trouble."
"It's not that big, but it's not that small either," Lu Feng said, completely unconcerned.
“They will definitely communicate directly with President Jiang, and then President Jiang will no longer trust you.” Feng Zhiyao sighed, sat down and said, “They are offering a lot of money, and the local government is willing to promote cooperation. It will be extremely difficult for you to take a share of the profits. Once you lose President Jiang’s trust, everything will collapse.”
"Don't worry, he will still believe me."
Feng Zhiyao couldn't understand why Jiang Wanmeng would continue to believe him. If it were him, upon hearing this, he would have immediately kicked Lu Feng aside and let the municipal government negotiate on his behalf.
A few hours later, Smith finished his phone call with Jiang Wanmeng, told him what had happened that day, and expressed his anger. He said he would report the matter to the embassy, as they felt their personal safety had been violated.
After hanging up the phone, the consulting firm placed an English report by Lu Feng in front of him. Smith flipped through it, somewhat shocked.
"Are you sure this is true? It took several years for a small workshop to grow to what it is today?" Smith asked skeptically.
"The consultants said that this person is very famous in the domestic electronics industry, but also has a bad reputation, and that what he said is absolutely true."
Smith felt he had encountered an unprecedented opponent. What followed was a summary of Lu Feng's style of doing things, which can be simply put as using any means necessary to get everything he wanted.
“If this guy were on Wall Street, he’d definitely be a ferocious wolf,” Smith said, setting the folder aside. “What do you think he’s like?”
Those present frowned in thought, then shook their heads, for in their minds there was no one similar to Lu Feng.
"He's like a cowboy from the West, but he's not cool at all. An uncool cowboy is terrifying," Smith commented.
"This person has his own company and has absolutely no connection with this place, so why would he be acting as Jiang's sole agent in business negotiations?" another person wondered.
"The information shows that the two are brothers."
"Brothers? Blood brothers?"
"No, no, no, it says on the document that they are half-brothers. Anyway, the information provided by the consulting firm shows that this person really likes this kind of brotherhood and has a bit of a江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) spirit."
Everyone present was stunned. Half-brothers?
"Chinese civilization is so profound and extensive!" Smith could only exclaim.
Just after Jiang Wanmeng finished communicating with Smith, the municipal government called and they talked for a long time. After hanging up, President Jiang immediately called Lu Feng.
"President Lu, how did the talks almost turn into a fight? I heard you pretended to be a gangster and threatened their safety, and they were so scared that they reported it to the authorities," President Jiang said anxiously.
He was initially very happy to have developed the VCD, but the tug-of-war and mediation between various forces had left him extremely exhausted.
Things didn't go as smoothly as he had imagined. Once interests were involved, things really got complicated from all sides.
"Brother, it's hard to explain over the phone. Come over here. I'll do my best to get things done for you, don't worry about that. Come on over, I'll be waiting for you in the reception room." Lu Feng said into the phone, "Okay?"
"Okay, we'll talk when we meet."
Half an hour later, Jiang Wanmeng appeared downstairs, wearing a gray jacket, his hair was messy, and he looked several years older.
He's not a forgiving person, and now he even regrets getting into VCDs. He used to have a good income, but now he's caused so much trouble.
Upon reaching the upper floor, Lu Feng was already waiting in the reception room. As the waiter opened the door, Lu Feng stood up, stepped forward, grasped his hand, and said, "Please sit down and have some water."
"President Lu, how did things almost escalate into a fight?" President Jiang sat down with some anxiety.
"Let me tell you, this is a negotiation strategy. If you try to be nice, the other party will never agree to your conditions. As soon as you dare to make even the slightest request, they will definitely refuse to invest. This is called the 'smashing the pot effect' in psychology."
"To give a simple analogy, if two people are arguing, and you raise your voice a little, and then it escalates, they might actually start fighting. But if the other party dares to escalate the situation even a little, you can just find something and smash it on the ground, and the other party definitely won't dare to make a move."
“砸锅效应就是，锅里面有肉，你也想吃，我也想吃，但是无法分配，这个时候就需要一个人去主持分配工作，大家谁也不服谁，如果有一人举起锅说，你敢不听谁也别吃，明白了嘛，就是要咔的一下镇住他。”
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