After hearing what he said, Mr. Jiang was even more confused. He couldn't tell who was good and who was bad. He was just a researcher and knew a lot about interpersonal relationships.
However, in this game, which featured many skilled players, he found himself somewhat outmatched.
Back at the dinner table, President Jiang sat down next to Lu Feng and observed his face, but couldn't discern anything.
"It's getting late. The main purpose of this meal is to clear up any misunderstandings. Mr. Lu, Director Jiang told me that starting tomorrow, the municipal government will take the lead in these business negotiations. Thank you for your contributions. You will also have a share in the credit for the future completion of the VCD industrial base." Mayor Wang raised his glass, smiling, and said, "I'll toast you."
"Oh dear, I can't accept this toast from you." Lu Feng hurriedly stood up, looking like he had drunk too much, and swayed as he politely said, "I'm just helping out. I believe... I'm absolutely certain that I will definitely help President Jiang reach an agreement. Leave this to me... um... no problem."
Lu Feng let out a "vomit," which startled Feng Zhiyao so much that he hurriedly pushed the chair with his foot, causing it to slide backwards against the floor tiles with a piercing sound.
"President Lu, what I mean is, we don't need your help with this anymore." Mayor Wang raised his voice, his expression becoming serious.
"I know, I'll take care of this." Lu Feng's voice was very erratic, as if he had drunk too much to control his volume. He picked up his glass and clinked it against Mayor Wang's, spilling half of the wine in the glass, and said, "I was only doing this for the good of our city. I was wrong about what happened with those foreign devils today. I know it had a bad influence. I bow my head and apologize!"
Lu Feng looked at Smith and the other six and said, "Sorry~~".
"I'll drink it!" Lu Feng said, downing his drink in one gulp.
Mayor Wang was truly at a loss with Lu Feng. This guy was like a hedgehog; they had clashed multiple times over a drinking party, and Lu Feng had always dodged the attacks. When he couldn't dodge them, he would pretend to be crazy and act stupid.
The dinner was over. In the lobby, Lu Feng had one hand on Feng Zhiyao's shoulder and was leaning against him. Mayor Wang and his entourage exchanged pleasantries with Smith's team for a while.
When it was Lu Feng's turn, Lu Feng extended his hand and shook hands with him, saying with a forced smile, "Good luck!"
“Metoo!” Smith stared at Lu Feng and said.
After seeing off the foreign guests and getting them into their cars, Mayor Wang gave Lu Feng a cold look, then left with his men without turning back. President Jiang seemed unmoved.
"Mr. Lu, why did you drink so much?" Mr. Jiang said with some guilt, "I've gone to so much trouble for you."
Lu Feng waved his hand and said, "It's alright, it's what brothers should do. Don't believe him, really don't believe him. Look at him, he'd love to set up a base tomorrow and write about it in the newspaper. What will you do when he issues a transfer order two years later?"
"I...sigh..." All that was left for President Jiang to do was sigh.
“I know you’re under a lot of pressure. Just pretend you’re dead, or if that doesn’t work, pretend you’re sick and go to the hospital for a while. Leave it to me, I’ll handle things with them.” Lu Feng looked at him and asked, “Do you trust me?”
"I believe you." President Jiang's voice was much weaker; his mind was a complete mess.
"I'm glad you believe me. Go back and get some rest. Give me twenty days, and I'll help you settle things!" Lu Feng said solemnly.
"This is troublesome. I definitely won't be able to sleep tonight. You should get some rest. I'm going back." President Jiang looked at Lu Feng and said, "Are you sure you can get back? Or should I take you?"
"No need, Mr. Feng is here."
After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Jiang Wanmeng drove away. Lu Feng looked around, straightened up, and said, "Let's go back."
"You're not drunk?" Feng Zhiyao asked in surprise.
"I only drank half a jin of baijiu, how much could I drink? Let's talk in the car." Lu Feng said as he opened the car door and got in.
As Feng Zhiyao drove back, he saw Lu Feng leaning back in his seat with his eyes closed, resting, in the rearview mirror. He had sensed something from today's meal, but he didn't really understand what it was.
He knew one thing: if he was the protagonist today, he would definitely be sent away tomorrow.
This man, not much older than him, handled everything with such ease that he secretly admired him. Lu Feng was no less capable than him in what he had learned from books.
In terms of social etiquette and interpersonal relationships, Lu Feng was far superior to him.
"Brother Feng, are you feeling unwell?" Feng Zhiyao asked softly. It was the first time he had called Lu Feng that, and he was a little unaccustomed to it.
Lu Feng opened his eyes upon hearing this address and looked at Feng Zhiyao, saying, "Why are you calling me Brother Feng?"
“My dad told me to learn from you, since you’re older than me…”
"Whatever, call me whatever you want." Lu Feng leaned back in his seat and continued to doze off.
Feng Zhiyao grinned happily. From childhood to adulthood, because his family was wealthy and he was the youngest son, he was naturally the most pampered and never paid attention to anyone.
In addition, he had been a good student all along and had considered himself superior for many years. This was the first time in his life that he had called someone "brother," and he did so willingly.
Back at the hotel, Lu Feng took a shower and lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. This dinner made him realize that he couldn't simply tear down the city government's reputation.
If we do it that way, this will absolutely not succeed.
They've prepared all the praise they've got. If I take the VCD away, Mayor Wang will definitely fight tooth and nail; he wants to save face.
We have to stay here, otherwise we won't be able to take anything with us.
As for foreigners, it's not exactly difficult, but it's certainly not easy either.
...............
In another hotel, in a conference room, Smith gathered all seven people. This time, the head of the consulting firm was also present. She was a woman in her thirties, dressed very smartly, and was handing out several folders to everyone.
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