Feng Zhiyao drove straight to the hotel, but when he arrived, he found that Lu Feng was not there. After asking the front desk, he learned that Lu Feng had gone to Tianhai Hotel to attend a banquet.
We headed straight to the Tianhai Hotel.
As the sun set and the sky grew dim, the banquet had just begun. Lu Feng, of course, launched into another round of boasting, telling everyone present that Chen's Capital's stock would plummet when the market opened next week. He claimed he had the power to do so, and that if they didn't believe him, they should just wait and see.
Most people at the scene didn't want to talk to Lu Feng, but there are all kinds of people in the world. Even Qin Hui had three friends. Occasionally, someone would come up and say a few words to Lu Feng.
A man in his forties, wearing a suit and vest, with blond hair, blue eyes, and a beard, looked like a Western aristocrat.
Holding a wine glass in her hand, she walked up to Lu Feng and said in fluent Mandarin, "Hello, Mr. Lu."
"Hello!" Lu Feng glanced at him.
“My name is Mike, I’m from Hong Kong. I’ve heard of Mr. Lu before. I have a friend of mine, whom you must be very familiar with,” he said with a slight smile.
"Who is it?" Lu Feng asked, puzzled.
"Zhuang Yuntian".
Lu Feng remembered that the two were indeed quite similar, both being half-foreigners.
"You've screwed him over quite a few times!"
"What kind of talk is that? Investing is a lonely and solitary endeavor; you need to be a friend of time. He's just too impatient. Only by enduring loneliness can you see the prosperity," Lu Feng explained.
Mike laughed. Lu Feng's ability to explain such a treacherous matter so subtly was truly remarkable.
“You and President Zhuang are good friends, and I’m also good friends with President Zhuang, so we’re good friends now, cheers.” Mike was good at building relationships; he clinked glasses with President Zhuang and drank half of his drink.
Lu Feng also took a sip, wondering what this person wanted from him.
"Mr. Lu, I'm actually quite curious about you. I think someone like you should publish an autobiography; it would definitely be a bestseller." Mike's words were full of flattery towards Lu Feng.
"I'm a rather low-key person, so I'll pass on my autobiography. I'll write a memoir when I'm older, but it's too early to talk about that now. Let's get through this difficult time first," Lu Feng said with a hint of bitterness.
"President Lu just said he was confident he could bring down Chen's Capital. I'm just curious where that confidence comes from?" Mike pondered for a moment and said, "Even if you're targeting Chen's Capital's stock, the amount of capital required is enormous. You don't seem to have the channels to mobilize such a large amount of funds, do you?"
Lu Feng laughed and came over to inquire about this.
"That's my business. If I say I'm confident, then I'm confident," Lu Feng said with a smile.
“Mr. Lu, I know you may need a large amount of funds in the short term. Let me introduce myself again. I am Mike, the head of Tiger Fund’s Hong Kong branch.” He handed over a business card and said, “Our company is very powerful, with the ability to mobilize up to 130 billion US dollars. You know Tiger Fund, right?”
Lu Feng took the business card, glanced at it, and put it in his pocket. Who doesn't know Tiger Fund?
One of the most audacious financial companies in the 1990s, it used high leverage to reap global profits. Even Soros had to bow down in front of them. Around 2000, its high leverage led to a series of collapses, and it finally calmed down.
It's worth noting that years later, this company, in collaboration with Soros, first shorted the Thai baht and made huge profits, then attacked the Hong Kong dollar. This tiger was so fierce that many countries were afraid of it; it was truly richer than a country.
However, in the battle to short the Hong Kong dollar, not only was Soros crushed, but this tiger finally met its match and was defeated.
“I’ll contact you if I need anything.” Lu Feng took out his business card and handed it over, saying, “This is my business card. I believe we will have cooperation in the near future.”
"Okay." Mike put it in his pocket, said a few polite words, and turned to leave. He didn't quite understand why Lu Feng said there would be cooperation in the short term.
Lu Feng poured himself some more red wine and strolled around the venue. Suddenly, someone tapped him on the back. Lu Feng turned around and was stunned to see Feng Zhiyao.
Realizing what was happening, she quickly pulled him to a corner, glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention, and then whispered, "What are you doing here?"
“My dad told me to tell you that tonight is going to be dangerous. Boss Chen has already sent someone to kill you.” Feng Zhiyao said nervously, “Don’t go out now. Uncle Kun has already made the arrangements.”
Although Lu Feng had thought of this step, he didn't expect it to happen so quickly. It seems that President Chen also doesn't want to have too much financial business with other financial companies.
She can indeed get a lot of money temporarily, but it's hard to explain to the board of directors and she's likely to be questioned within the industry. The year is only half over, and the business in the second half of the year will be in trouble.
"How many people?" Lu Feng asked.
"I don't know either. A shop owner called and said someone asked him to make the call. Brother Feng, did you plant a spy?" Feng Zhiyao asked curiously.
"No, just some kind friends," Lu Feng said casually, secretly thinking to himself, "It must be Su Yourong. It seems things are about to come to a point of no return."
Feng Zhiyao knew this matter was not simple, but he didn't expect that there was also a spy involved. He overheard his father's meeting today, and some of the topics discussed were related to the current situation. Such a large-scale, multi-faceted operation was beyond his control.
"Don't let anyone see us together, to avoid unnecessary speculation. We'll leave after Uncle Kun has made the arrangements." Lu Feng patted his shoulder and said, "Understand?"
"knew!"
After settling Feng Zhiyao in, Lu Feng walked towards the window and looked down. The lights outside were already dim, and four or five young men were standing by the door, smoking. They didn't look like good people.
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