Feng Zhiyao is naturally himself. His father dotes on his youngest son and favors him. There are three brothers, each with their own mother. The eldest and second eldest brothers already have their own careers.
He had just graduated and had no place to stand yet. As for Mr. Feng, he was old and had to spend half the year in the hospital. No one knew how much longer he could hold on.
For Mr. Feng, both sons are equally dear to him. He also understands that being the son of a wealthy family is not an easy job, especially since Feng Zhiyao is someone who dares not fall behind others.
At midnight, in the dead of night, Sister Yue returned to the small villa, reeking of alcohol. She poured herself a glass of water and sat there, her mind filled with Lu Feng's words.
This matter lingered in her mind. The house was rented, and the car was a water truck. She didn't have much money. She just dressed up nicely when she went out, exuded a powerful aura, and gave people the impression of a wealthy lady.
The phone on the table rang, and Sister Yue answered it, saying, "Who is it? It's the middle of the night."
"I'm coming to your place tonight." A gruff male voice came from the other end of the phone, sounding somewhat drunk. He snapped, "Make the bed and wait!"
"I have something to tell you. Have you been drinking?" Sister Yue asked.
"Just finished playing, don't ask so many questions." Then she hung up the phone.
Sister Yue stood up and started changing her clothes. Half an hour later, a car stopped at the door, and a short, fat man got out. He was in his forties, with a bulbous nose, a big belly, and a somewhat ugly appearance. He pushed open the door and went upstairs.
Another ten minutes or so passed, and it was almost one o'clock. Yuejie leaned against the headboard, lit a cigarette, nudged the man next to her, and said coquettishly, "Mr. Zhao, don't sleep, I have something to tell you."
"We can talk about it tomorrow. Turn off the lights and go to sleep," Mr. Zhao said impatiently.
"You're leaving first thing tomorrow morning. I ran into someone today, a boss from the south, who was trying to collect a debt from Beigang Steel. He called Boss Xiao out and brought a lot of girls with him. It's so hard to collect debts these days. He has 21 million in debts that can be converted into steel. He's willing to ask for 3 million less."
"Hey, aren't you listening to what people are saying?"
"Listen up, there are plenty of people demanding payment right now. Don't believe everything you hear. What kind of organization are we? We can't just do anything rash. If there's even the slightest disturbance, we'll be in jail, understand? Don't get involved, go to sleep!" General Manager Zhao scolded him.
"Don't sleep! I've been following you for so long, and I haven't gotten anything out of it. Anyway, you guys are cooperating with Beigang. Their money is just a business transaction, it has nothing to do with us personally. We haven't broken any rules, and we're not even trying to pocket a share!" Sister Yue grabbed his arm and said, "What can I rely on you for?"
"Oh, you're not happy about it? Fine, then don't bother me while I'm sleeping!" Mr. Zhao said, somewhat annoyed, as he turned over, wrapped himself in the blanket, and continued sleeping.
Sister Yue sighed, realizing that she should have said it a dozen minutes earlier, and he would definitely have agreed. Damn it, she made a mistake!
The next morning, Mr. Zhao obediently agreed, leaving the matter to him.
At nine o'clock in the morning, Lu Feng finished washing up, checked the time, picked up the business card in his hand, and called Sister Yue.
"Who is it?" Sister Yue's voice had a slightly affected tone.
"Sister Yue, it's me. I'm the one who went to the wrong private room yesterday. Didn't I say I'd call you this morning?" Lu Feng asked.
Upon hearing that it was Lu Feng on the other end of the phone, his voice quickly became serious as he said, "I've already asked around about this, but it's not easy to handle. Could you possibly make a little more concessions?"
"Sister Yue, we really can't give any more. Three million is a lot. I've already lost money on this deal, and now I'm doing it at a loss." Lu Feng began to complain, but he didn't say anything too harsh. He just said that if things went well, he could give Sister Yue a big red envelope of 100,000 or 200,000 yuan.
"We're destined to meet, so I'll help you with this. How about we go out for dinner tonight? You can bring the bill, okay?"
"No problem, it's on me!"
After hanging up the phone, Lu Feng thought to himself that this matter had a chance. He took out the contract and ran into Feng Zhiyao as soon as he stepped out the door.
"Brother Feng, where are you going?" Feng Zhiyao asked.
"Make a fake contract. You stay in the room, I'll handle it," Lu Feng said, waving his hand.
Forgery?
You really need to study this!
"I'm going too!" Feng Zhiyao hurriedly followed.
Lu Feng found a printing shop in the city and made another copy of the contract for three million yuan, then forged a seal and stamped it. If it were a legitimate transaction, this would be contract fraud.
The key point is that Lu Feng killed her, and Sister Yue didn't dare to do anything. The people behind him didn't dare to make a sound either. The goods worth 18 million and the money worth 18 million were all paid in full.
After finishing, he put everything in a bag. Seeing how cautious he was, Feng Zhiyao said, "Brother Feng, you can just take it back. There's no need to be so careful."
"Many things go wrong because of the details; you have to be absolutely sure." Lu Feng picked up the bag, hailed a taxi, and headed back.
As soon as he returned to the hotel, Mr. Hao was waiting in the lobby. He was very excited to see Lu Feng again. However, when he arrived and found that neither of them was there, Mr. Hao's heart jumped into his throat.
He was wondering to himself, "Could those two grandsons have run away?"
"Where did you go?" President Hao greeted him, staring at the bag in Lu Feng's hand and asking, "What's in it?"
"I went out and bought a few pairs of socks; I forgot to bring them with me." Lu Feng changed the subject with a smile, asking, "Was President Xiao satisfied last night?"
"Satisfied, when will the money arrive?" Boss Hao pressed.
"I called him last night after I got back, and it's all settled. It's already being processed at the bank. Mr. Hao, you've really helped me a lot." Lu Feng said excitedly, holding his hand. "When you have time to go to the South, I'll treat you to a grand meal, don't worry!"
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