The richest man in mainland China was easily defeated; Mr. Chen only took out a few billion yuan, and he was terrified.
Lu Feng only reads the headlines of these kinds of newspapers, just to enjoy the spectacle. He puts a stack of newspapers on the table, stands up, and says, "President Chen does a really good job with public opinion. When it comes to packaging, she's a master."
"Could someone really idolize her?" Feng Zhiyao put down the newspaper, somewhat incredulous.
“Yes, and there are definitely quite a few. The power of the media is there; they can cover up a non-existent facade for each person. As for what the real person is like, 99% of people will never come into contact with her circle, let alone know her.” Lu Feng looked at the bright sunshine outside and said, “This is just a common tactic used by celebrities.”
"You know how to use it too?" Feng Zhiyao asked curiously.
“Definitely!” Lu Feng turned his head, sunlight shining on his face, and smiled. “In the future, I will become a philanthropist and an inspirational role model. There will also be many of my little stories. For example, a leader might look down on my company and refuse to approve some things for me. I refuse to compromise my principles and, in a fit of anger, I will do it myself. But in reality? Aren’t I still following the leader around, sucking up to him?”
"Or, if someone poachs someone else's talent, I can say that I think they are undervalued and it pains me to see them come to me so that they can unleash their full potential. When I want to fire some people, I say that I want to contribute talent to society. The hardest thing to believe in this world is words. It's better to look at a person's primary purpose than to listen to what they say."
Feng Zhiyao scoffed at these words and said, "This world is too hypocritical."
"No, no, no!" Lu Feng disagreed with him, saying, "It's only when you stand at a distance that you feel it's hypocritical. Once you're in it, you'll find that this world is a bloody reality. The more you admire someone, the further you are from them."
Feng Zhiyao looked up and stared at Lu Feng for a while before saying, "Brother Feng, I really admire you."
Lu Feng laughed and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "I hope you'll always admire me!"
Tonight's financial banquet is highly anticipated. This is the first time Mr. Chen has attended since the banquet began, and Sun Hung Kai Properties has announced that Lu Feng will also be attending.
This was the first direct confrontation between Lu Feng and Chen Shufeng. Many people believed that the matter was already settled, and that Lu Feng would have no other outcome tonight but to suffer humiliation.
Tang Zhongren has been very busy these past few days. After attending President Chen's private banquet, he has made connections with several financial tycoons and has attended many high-end cocktail parties. He is always dressed in a suit and tie, and the people he clinks glasses with are no longer the girls swaying in bars, but all sorts of business tycoons.
His words became more sophisticated, constantly mentioning hundreds of millions of dollars. After drinking too much, he came back and bragged to Old Tang, making Old Tang feel as if his son was about to make a name for himself.
Tang Zhongren was even more eager to see Lu Feng arrive tonight. He wanted to show Lu Feng how he could stand with big shots, drink and clink glasses with them. He wanted to tell Lu Feng that a clown is always a clown, and that Lu Feng's attempt to associate with high society was futile. He wanted to show Lu Feng that his rotten egg would shatter at the first touch.
What Tang Zhongren wanted to show Lu Feng was class, a class that was his pride and his goal, because he was born into this class, and no matter how smart or hardworking Lu Feng was, he could never compare to him.
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In the morning, Jiang Xiaoyan called over the manager of Huasha Cosmetics Factory to ask about the factory's recent production situation. She would occasionally go there, but she didn't stay at the factory all day.
I originally wanted to go for a check-up, but I kept putting it off until noon. After lunch, I sat on the sofa with the air conditioning on, but I still felt uneasy. After thinking it over, I decided I should call Zhang Fengxia.
She is highly educated and knows a lot.
Jiang Xiaoyan picked up the phone and called Zhang Fengxia. The phone was answered by the office, who said that General Manager Zhang was having lunch and would pass on the message later.
Half an hour later, Zhang Fengxia called back and said, "Sister Xiaoyan, what's wrong?"
"Fengxia, are you busy?" Jiang Xiaoyan asked.
"I'm not busy. I only have one meeting this afternoon. Do you need something?" Zhang Fengxia moved the phone forward and leaned back in her chair, saying, "What? She's only been gone a few days, and you're already missing her?"
"No, I didn't think of it!" Jiang Xiaoyan's voice was filled with emotion.
Zhang Fengxia was taken aback and thought to herself, "Oh no, could it be that they've heard about what's going on in Hong Kong?"
"Have you been watching any entertainment news lately?" Zhang Fengxia asked tentatively.
"No, it's just that guy. He hasn't come for almost ten days," Jiang Xiaoyan said softly.
Upon hearing her description over the phone, Zhang Fengxia exclaimed in surprise, "You're not pregnant, are you?"
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