Surrounded by a group of bodyguards, Lu Feng walked towards the door. As he approached the door, the two rows of people standing there immediately stood at attention, drew their long swords, and saluted.
Before he could even step out the door, reporters outside were already reaching out, their cameras clicking incessantly. The area outside the hotel had been cleared out, with a dozen bodyguards stationed at various locations, all wearing earpieces. Only Lu Feng and his bodyguards remained in front of the spacious hotel entrance, instantly becoming the focus of everyone's attention.
The extended Bentley door opened, and the driver stood in front of the door to welcome Lu Feng into the car.
Lu Feng waved to the crowd in front of the camera, turned around and walked towards the car. He got in, closed the car door, and four bodyguards guarded the four doors, holding onto the doors as the car slowly moved forward.
As they drove out of the hotel, the bodyguards got into the Mercedes-Benz. Motorcycles led the way, causing other vehicles to swerve to give way along the way.
Lu Feng sat in the car, looking at the scenery outside, and let out a long sigh. He thought to himself, "Being rich is really glamorous, but this kind of glamorousness is only possible abroad. If I flaunt it like this back in China, I'm afraid I'll get into trouble."
The convoy traveled at a slow pace, taking a full hour for what should have been a journey of twenty minutes. The car stopped in front of a castle, the door opened, and Lu Feng got out to find a group of bodyguards already scattered around.
The gate opened, and Lu Feng stepped inside. It was a typical Western-style castle with a clock tower in the center and pointed roofs. In the middle of the courtyard was a fountain, and several children dressed as Cupids were urinating. The path underfoot was made of small bricks.
Passing through the clock tower, you'll find a fairly spacious small square, and further ahead are your residences.
The staff had already set up a long table, and several chefs were busy preparing, clearly planning a Western-style buffet party outside.
Upon entering the castle's reception room, Li Dou was already waiting. He briefly explained the process, and the guests began arriving at 10:30 a.m.
The first to arrive were, of course, the actors, who looked exceptionally beautiful in their evening gowns. Then the others filed in, each holding a glass of red wine. They gathered in small groups, chatting about business, finance, international trade, or the policies of various countries and the nobility—all very high-class topics.
Mr. Lü was the first to arrive, dressed in a suit and looking very respectable. He had also combed his hair, which made him appear quite dignified.
"Distinguished guest, welcome to this international high-end business party. Mr. Lu has arrived. Please have some dessert first. The banquet will begin on time." The foreign lady who greeted us was very pretty and spoke fluent London English.
The others handed out a souvenir for the event, a piece of jade that looked expensive but was actually worthless.
Mr. Lü couldn't understand English, so he could only nod awkwardly, secretly regretting that he should have brought a translator. If it had been all in English today, how would he answer when people asked him what he had talked about back in Hong Kong?
Despite feeling frustrated, she still wore a smile, took the souvenir, and stepped inside. In this ancient and distinctly Western-style castle, she saw a group of blond-haired, blue-eyed people in evening gowns, whose aristocratic status was evident.
Mr. Lü was shocked.
In particular, he noticed that three of them were dressed in white robes, with helmets on their heads, and several servants standing beside them, each leading a cheetah.
This moment felt like stepping back into ancient Rome, filling him with an indescribable sense of nobility, and instantly making him dare not be too presumptuous.
Lu Feng knew what kind of people were in the 1990s, which is why he chose this place. Many times, it wasn't about conquering with strength, but rather that some people would kneel down as soon as they saw a trace of the West.
There's a psychological phenomenon called "habitual conquest." When someone's mind is labeled with the idea that certain architecture signifies culture, certain clothing signifies high-class, and certain language signifies civilization, and when all of this is combined with so-called aristocratic culture, many people immediately lose their will to resist.
It's like a pig encountering a butcher; even if the butcher is too old to wield a knife, the pig still doesn't dare to move.
People kept coming in, and English was everywhere. Mr. Lü stood there with a wine glass in his hand, nodding and smiling at everyone.
Su Yourong arrived, dressed exceptionally elegantly. Not long after she entered, President Lü and President Hou went over to her.
"Mr. Su, do you speak English?"
Su Yourong turned to look at the two of them and said, "If you don't understand, just nod and smile."
"Damn it, I don't understand either!" President Hou thought to himself in frustration.
"Don't swear," General Manager Lü said, glancing at General Manager Hou. "It's shameful!"
"I'm so sorry!" President Hou apologized repeatedly.
Su Yourong almost laughed when she heard this. She knew these two people all too well. Lu Feng's setup had completely intimidated them.
Feng Zhiyao led Yun Huaiyu in. Yun Huaiyu was indeed dressed quite well today, wearing an off-the-shoulder long dress, with a full and ample bosom.
After she walked in, she glanced around first, then fixed her gaze on Su Yourong. The two looked at each other and walked toward each other.
"Sister, you really look beautiful. Are you ashamed to be seen by people because you're all wrapped up so tightly?" Yun Huaiyu asked sarcastically.
"You're quite nonchalant!" Su Yourong glanced at him and sneered, "A fast food meal costing three hundred yuan is the most I can afford."
“I can understand that you’re getting old. Women only live for these last two years, but unfortunately you’ve already passed them. Let bygones be bygones, and I don’t need to hold it against you. But I still want to say, don’t think that just because you’re an executive director, you’re superior to me.” Yun Huaiyu swirled the wine in front of him and said, “You’re just an employee.”
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