"I have something to tell you." Boss Hao pulled Lu Feng aside and whispered, "It's like this, your account originally went through the real estate company, so the subsequent accounts will still go through the real estate company. After the money comes in, you transfer it to my account. I have some connections, and I can save you tens or hundreds of thousands without any problem."
"Really?" Lu Feng's eyes lit up as he looked at him and quickly said, "Brother, you're so good to me, always thinking of ways to save me money. I'll give you half of this money, thank you, brother."
"We're all family, no need for formalities." President Hao had prepared several sets of words, but he didn't expect Lu Feng to believe him so easily. He thought to himself, "Young people are so easy to fool. They don't have much social experience and are easily trusting."
After exchanging pleasantries for a while, they had lunch together. Mr. Hao was quite the show-off, and at the table he brought up all his past achievements again. Lu Feng kept nodding as he watched him.
Finally, he talked about his own experience. He was as innocent as a blank sheet of paper. He graduated from Nanjing University. His family had some money. After graduation, he worked for his uncle's company for two years, and then he started his own factory.
He talked a lot about his love life, mentioning dating in college, fighting with student council members while pursuing his girlfriend, and describing his college life in great detail and vivid detail.
Sitting to the side, Feng Zhiyao could only sigh inwardly. Lu Feng's ability to make up stories so casually and flawlessly was something most people couldn't do. The key was that he described the details very well. If he didn't know who Lu Feng was, he would definitely believe him.
"I could tell from the first glance that you have a certain energy about you, and you're so innocent!" Boss Hao smacked his lips, as if recalling his own student days. His student days ended in fourth grade, and he was just as innocent back then.
The two had a good chat, and as they were leaving, Lu Feng noticed that he was still staring at his bag and said, "Mr. Hao, why don't you take it and wear it?"
"No need, no need!"
"It's not expensive, just pure cotton socks. I think the quality is pretty good, so I bought a few extra pairs. I'll get you a few pairs." Lu Feng said, starting to untie the bag.
Mr. Hao waved his hand and walked out.
"What if he wants it?" Feng Zhiyao asked from the side.
“If he wants it, I’ll just take a look. If I take the wrong one, I’ll go back to the sock shop and get it again!” Lu Feng said casually to Feng Zhiyao while carrying the bag. “The more important something is, the less important it should seem. You have to be able to read people’s minds. The key is to act naturally. If you’re even slightly off, the other person will immediately notice.”
"It still comes down to acting skills!"
“Acting is something that happens all the time in life. Even when you meet someone you dislike, you have to learn to smile. In situations that make you uncomfortable, or on holidays when there’s absolutely no need for small talk,” Lu Feng said as he entered the elevator, looking at Feng Zhiyao. “We are all actors in life.”
In the evening, at the Grand Hyatt Hotel, Lu Feng checked the time and was about to make a call when the door to the private room was pushed open by a waiter. Sister Yue was still dressed very elegantly.
"Hello, Sister Yue!" Lu Feng stood up and greeted her politely.
When Mr. Zhao walked in, Lu Feng saw his appearance and thought to himself, "A man still needs to be rich and powerful. Without these two things, a man like Mr. Zhao has basically no hope in life."
"This is General Manager Zhao," Sister Yue introduced.
"Hello, hello!" Lu Feng said politely, extending his hand.
Mr. Zhao shook hands with Lu Feng, looked him up and down, then glanced at Sister Yue beside him. He felt uneasy but didn't say anything and sat down.
"Does Beigang owe you money?" General Manager Zhao asked bluntly.
“Yes, my factory is about to go under. They came to collect the debt, but I didn’t expect it to be so difficult,” Lu Feng said as he sat down.
Do you have that bill?
"Here you go, two copies." Lu Feng took out the contract and handed it over, saying, "A total of twenty-one million."
"Why are there two sets of accounts? Weren't they consolidated?"
"Here's the thing, the first 18 million was for two companies that ordered TVs from me. They paid the bill here. The next 3 million was an additional order later. I don't know how they did it," Lu Feng explained.
"Is there a problem with this contract?" Sister Yue asked.
"The contract is fine, it's a contract with Beigang. Leave this to me. Let me tell you, it's hard to collect debts these days. Even if we transfer it to Shenfei's account, it might still be a bad debt. I'll give you 18 million."
"Thank you, thank you so much." Lu Feng turned to the waiter and said, "Bring the wine first, I'd like to toast Mr. Zhao."
Looking at the company name written on it, Jiafeng Electronics, Mr. Zhao pondered for a moment, noticing that Mr. Mou had been mentioning it recently, and asked, "Do you know Mr. Mou?"
"President Mou?" Lu Feng thought for a moment and asked, "Which President Mou?"
"There's only one Mr. Mou in China, who else could it be?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
