"Dad, how have you been lately?" Feng Zhiyao asked with concern.
"He'll be hospitalized for treatment. He might live a few more years. This painting is difficult to begin with. Wherever I put it, it feels like I'm gilding the lily, but I have to paint it. Being caught in the middle is really tough!" Mr. Feng sat down and looked at Feng Zhiyao, saying, "Why did you come back?"
“I’ll be leaving after the New Year, but I should come back to see you, lest I regret not being able to care for you when it’s too late,” Feng Zhiyao replied.
"Is this you? You're abroad for years on end, only calling when you're broke." Mr. Feng looked at him with a smile and said, "This isn't you. You're at the age where your heart is full of ambition. He's the one who sent you back, isn't he?"
“Brother Feng told me to come back and see you, and I think I should come back and see you too,” Feng Zhiyao replied truthfully.
Mr. Feng looked at his youngest son with great interest. He had grown so much! He used to be very rebellious, but now he could actually say that his son should come back to see him. He felt really relieved. What could a father ask of his son?
“When people get old, they stop craving money.” Mr. Feng took a deep breath and said, “You can’t handle Lu Feng. Dad will pave the way for you. Hong Kong has been in turmoil lately. It may seem like nothing’s wrong, but there are always scandals going on behind the scenes. Lu Feng wants to get involved at this time. He’s obsessed with money.”
"Dad, what did you say?"
"There are less than four years left. This is the darkness before dawn. Major capital players are making choices. Some are fleeing abroad, some are returning to the mainland, and many more are hesitating. Amidst this widespread anxiety, this is an opportunity." Mr. Feng leaned back in his chair and pondered for a long time before saying, "He's waiting for me!"
"Waiting for you for what?" Feng Zhiyao asked, somewhat puzzled.
"I'll help him. Actually, I don't want to help him. You have the position of the major shareholder of Jiafeng Electronics, which is a huge financial incentive. But to reach the heights he wants, he needs to burn through too much money. Right now, Jiafeng Electronics is like a fledgling eagle. I can see its majestic flight into the blue sky, but there's just too much food to feed it along the way."
“If he really has that much potential, we can do everything we can to help him,” Feng Zhiyao said sincerely.
"No, no, no!" Mr. Feng waved his hands repeatedly, lecturing Feng Zhiyao, "First of all, Jiafeng Electronics has a 99% chance of growing, but the worst thing about investing is a 1% probability. Have you ever gambled?"
Feng Zhiyao shook his head; he never gambled, as that was a waste of his time.
"You should take a gamble," Mr. Feng said earnestly.
"ah?"
"Only when you gamble will you understand that what makes you lose money is never a bad hand, because you know that if you have a bad hand, you won't invest too much. On the contrary, if you have a hand that is almost guaranteed to win, you will bet all your chips. Just once, you can lose everything!"
“So, you will help him,” Feng Zhiyao said.
“He knows I will help him, and I know he knows I will help him.” Mr. Feng glanced at Feng Zhiyao, sighed, and said, “I’m tired. I’ll go back to my room and lie down for a while.”
After saying that, he stood up and walked outside. Feng Zhiyao supported his arm and led him to the bedroom.
Mr. Feng lay in bed, still unsaid. He had chosen Lu Feng for Feng Zhiyao, and he truly didn't know if it was the right or wrong decision. He chose him because he was smart, and if he felt he had made a mistake, it was precisely because Lu Feng was smart.
Feng Zhiyao needs experience, but Mr. Feng doesn't have that much time for him to make his way in the world. Once he closes his eyes, no one knows what will become of his three sons.
"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings!" Mr. Feng sighed, then stopped thinking about it.
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Lu Feng signed a preliminary letter of intent with three trading agencies and called Zhang Fengxia, asking her to adjust the production line, which was currently idle, to start operation soon and officially launch foreign trade-related matters.
Inside the reception room, Li Guangfa beamed as he looked at the signed preliminary agreement. This was a huge order for his company, especially for the export of electronic products; this was the first time they had done so in such a large quantity.
"If we succeed, our company will be the most experienced in exporting electronic products in the future," Li Guangfa said excitedly, reaching out to shake hands tightly. "Thank you for your trust, Mr. Lu. We will definitely provide the best service to Jiafeng Electronics."
"I trust you too. I hope the payment will be made on time. The company will send someone to discuss the specific terms with you. We'll need to inform you about the export standards to avoid problems getting through customs," Lu Feng said, shaking hands.
"Definitely."
"I have something to attend to, so I'll be going now." Lu Feng said politely for a moment, then went downstairs to sign a preliminary agreement with another company.
Mr. Li looked at the contract in his hand, slapped it, and muttered, "Another bit more working capital!"
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