"Brother Feng, open the door, I'll come in, I want to have a heart-to-heart talk with you." Feng Zhiyao felt an indescribable sense of loss. The person he once looked up to and admired had suddenly become distant overnight, a feeling he couldn't quite put his finger on.
"It's not very convenient!" Lu Feng refused.
Su Yourong patted Lu Feng on the back and whispered, "You're all washed up. Dry yourself off and go out."
Lu Feng, wrapped in a bath towel, walked out and said towards the door, "The waiter probably made a mistake. You should get some rest. That's all."
Su Yourong glanced at the doorway. She could sense that Feng Zhiyao trusted Lu Feng implicitly, a kind of unconditional trust and attachment that adults no longer possess after reaching adulthood.
She still harbored some resentment towards the Feng family, and suddenly said, "I already said it's inconvenient."
Upon hearing the woman's voice from inside the house, Feng Zhiyao froze on the spot. He immediately understood what was happening, and in an instant, Lu Feng's image in his mind crumbled by more than half.
"I feel sorry for Sister Xiaoyan!" Feng Zhiyao roared, then turned and left.
"That's enough to get rid of him." Su Yourong smiled slightly, put her arm around Lu Feng's waist, and whispered, "There's still some water on you, let me wipe it off for you."
"oops!"
With a startled cry, she pushed Lu Feng backward, fell onto the bed, and pressed herself against him, giggling and saying happily, "Where are you going?"
Night fell, and much was omitted.
Back in his room, Feng Zhiyao couldn't help but wonder how he could possibly think that someone like him was the happiest person in the world.
Feeling a little uneasy, Feng Zhiyao picked up the phone and called his father. After the call connected, Mr. Feng asked, "What's wrong now?"
“There’s a woman in Brother Feng’s room. I feel that it’s because of this woman that he divorced Sister Xiaoyan. You don’t know, Sister Xiaoyan is an exceptionally good woman.” On the phone, Feng Zhiyao praised Jiang Xiaoyan in various ways, describing her as a simple, loving, selfless woman who did not seek fame or fortune.
Mr. Feng knew that his son was born into wealth, but he never liked wealth and preferred to pursue a life that was both ordinary and extraordinary.
His praise of Jiang Xiaoyan was understandable, but Mr. Feng was especially happy. He was finally relieved that there were women in Lu Feng's house having fun, which meant that he was in a good mood and good condition.
What else do I have to worry about?
“Men are normal, you should get some rest.” Mr. Feng thought for a moment and said, “By the way, he said he can handle overseas trade matters. Ask him about his specific methods when you have time, the more reliable the better.”
After hanging up the phone, Zhenkun whispered to himself, "Now we can rest assured."
"I can finally get a good night's sleep." Mr. Feng stood up, and Zhenkun, who was next to him, reached out to help him, but he waved his hand and said, "Get some rest."
The following day, several local newspapers published news about the high-level forum on manufacturing and trade, while also calling on both sides to calm down, focus on dialogue, and prioritize the well-being of businesses and people's livelihoods.
Invitations were sent to several companies in the industry last night, and they will all be able to gather together tomorrow.
Inside the restaurant, Lu Feng was eating breakfast. Feng Zhiyao sat opposite him without saying a word. Lu Feng looked at him and said, "What's wrong with you now? You were shouting and yelling last night. It really wasn't me who asked you to go."
“I don’t want to talk about those things. I just feel that I’ve had some unrealistic fantasies. Many people think they don’t exist, but I found my own reflection in you. The whole world is focused on money, including my dad. They don’t have love, and they change women easily. I didn’t expect you to be the same way.” Feng Zhiyao said with a hint of disappointment.
"You've misunderstood. We were discussing the contract last night. Don't overthink it," Lu Feng casually replied.
Huang Hongsheng talked to Li Guangfa, and the others weren't stupid either. Everyone knew what the future path should be. Several companies had privately called Li Guangfa to try to find a breakthrough or to contact other companies.
Both sides were clearly in position, ready for battle, with an atmosphere of tension that seemed to suggest that the slightest friction would lead to a full-blown war. However, behind the scenes, they were communicating with each other, each with their own ulterior motives.
What will be discussed at tomorrow's forum?
Lu Feng really felt there was nothing to talk about. The profits were split 90/10, and the distribution channels were in their hands. They would never be able to earn less money. If other manufacturers wanted to get a little more profit, they would have to find a fool to make up for that little bit.
But where can you find a fool these days?
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