Lu Feng had no appetite. He had talked to Mr. Feng and they all had the same goal, so nothing else mattered. When Lu Feng came, he had already thought about the start-up capital.
I thought the Feng family was so rich, why would they be short of tens of millions?
After seeing the painting, Lu Feng understood that everyone there was someone who only wanted to take advantage and was unwilling to suffer a loss.
Feng Zhiyao had also mingled in the circles of rich second-generation people in Hong Kong and knew a group of brothers, but they hadn't been in touch much lately. He made a few phone calls back in the living room to confirm the gathering for the evening.
"They have a race tonight." Feng Zhiyao put down the phone and asked Lu Feng, "Want to go?"
"How old are these people?" Lu Feng asked.
“I’m in my early twenties, and I’m considered one of the older ones here. These rich kids, once they’re a bit older, are all busy with their careers, so I don’t hang out with them much anymore. Sometimes I’m a bit childish.” Feng Zhiyao’s words were tinged with disdain.
Lu Feng asked around and learned a bit about these rich kids. They were just a group of restless young people with little experience, some of whom were even still in the twilight of adolescence.
They're all big kids.
“Go!” Lu Feng thought for a moment and said, “But I need to prepare first. I’ll change my clothes, and you can lend me your car so I can buy some things.”
"Brother Feng, what are you going to buy?" Feng Zhiyao asked, puzzled.
"Let's go out and take a look!" Lu Feng grabbed the keys, drove out the door, went to a clothing store first, picked out a business suit and leather shoes for himself, went to a barbershop to get his hair done, went to a department store, bought a leather bag, a bunch of fake car keys, and some other odds and ends, stuffing them all into the bag.
“You guys are young, so I’ll be the older brother.” Lu Feng glanced at his gear. He really didn’t know anything about cars, otherwise it would have been easier to approach him under the guise of being a car enthusiast.
After declining Mr. Feng's invitation to dinner, Lu Feng ate a simple meal and got into Feng Zhiyao's car to leave.
On Lantau Island, young people often drive sports cars to have fun on the winding mountain roads. They usually come in groups, and the roar of the sports cars echoes through the valleys. They chase each other, neither side willing to give in, so they naturally end up having a fight.
From the economic boom of Hong Kong in the 1960s and 70s, batches of young men with girls drove along these winding mountain roads. As dusk fell, before they even entered the mountains, a Jaguar sports car stepped on the gas and overtook them. Then a hand reached out from the car window and made a pinky gesture.
"Damn it!" Feng Zhiyao was clearly furious and said to Lu Feng beside him, "Should we take him down?"
"Calm down," Lu Feng said to him. "You said it yourself, it's just a bunch of childish idiots playing this game."
Feng Zhiyao nodded and continued driving steadily. When they arrived at the entrance to the mountain road, there were already seven or eight sports cars parked there, ranging from well-known sports cars like the Porsche 911 to niche sports cars like the Aston Martin Le Mans.
Several young people were standing next to the car, some with youthful faces, while next to them were seven or eight girls wearing shorts and tube tops, looking extremely alluring.
These women were all quite tall. Lu Feng glanced at them and muttered, "They're not very old, yet they like driving big vehicles."
"Huh?" Feng Zhiyao didn't understand.
"It's alright."
The car stopped, and Feng Zhiyao got out. A man in his twenties walked over and said happily, "Brother Yao, it's been a long time since you've been out!"
"Let me introduce you all. This is Brother Yao, the young master of Sun Hung Kai Properties. We used to hang out together a lot. Back in the day, when the playboy from Wing Fung Group brought a female celebrity here, he overtook her all the way. That bastard was driving a twelve-cylinder Ferrari back then."
"Hello, Brother Yao."
"Hello, Yao-ge!"
Everyone greeted him, but the young men didn't look at him with friendly eyes. They preferred challenges and were at an age where they were full of arrogance and didn't submit to anyone.
Lu Feng stood to the side, dressed like a businessman. Everyone present had already noticed him, but no one asked him anything, assuming he was an insignificant person.
"Brother Yao, you didn't bring a girl with you, why did you bring the butler?"
Everyone looked at Lu Feng and laughed.
"Let me introduce you. This is not a butler." Feng Zhiyao introduced Lu Feng: "Lu Feng is from the mainland. He is the chairman of Jiafeng Electronics. He wanted to come and see you today."
"This is my old friend who used to be into cars, Yezai. We all called him Yezai because he was a bit wild when it came to cars." Feng Zhiyao introduced the others. He didn't recognize most of the people here anymore. This circle changes quickly; people might stop participating in it after two or three years, since they have to inherit the family business.
"Hi!" A few girls next to him waved to Lu Feng.
These girls are different from these naive second-generation rich kids. They know very well that hooking up with someone like Lu Feng is a long-term meal ticket. Today he drives them out, they have fun, he gives them some money, and they enjoy the breeze on the mountaintop. Tomorrow they might meet other girls.
They were instantly disgusted when they saw that Lu Feng acted just like their father, as their families generally didn't support car collecting.
Yezi exchanged a few polite words, but the others completely ignored Lu Feng.
"Shall we go up the mountain first?" Feng Zhiyao hadn't run in a long time, and he was still itching to go.
"Let's go up the mountain first. I had someone bring up a container and prepared champagne." Wild Boy said excitedly, "We have to have a blast tonight. This mountain is ours tonight."
Everyone got excited and made strange noises. Lu Feng felt embarrassed listening to this. Is this how young people are?
Once inside the car, a walkie-talkie was placed inside. Then, one after another, sports cars roared towards the mountain with a deep rumble. Through the walkie-talkie, one could hear the screams of girls and the excited shouts of boys.
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