Lu Feng raised an eyebrow and said, "Who told you that? Uncle Kun told you that I cursed him?"
“He definitely won’t say anything. The people who went with him have spread the word about it like wildfire. I think managing a company should be as easy as it is for you, at least you don’t have so many people disagreeing with you.” Feng Zhiyao sighed, looking extremely agitated.
"You can't compare to me!" Lu Feng patted him on the shoulder and said, "Let's go to your house later."
Feng Zhiyao is indeed no match for Lu Feng. He took over a huge and well-established company, while Jiafeng Electronics is a startup. Anyone who talks nonsense to Lu Feng will be fired the next day.
The two sat together for an hour before heading to the Feng family home. Lu Feng could tell that Feng Zhiyao was still too inexperienced, his understanding of corporate management was still based on books, especially when dealing with the board of directors. He seemed to want to use brute force to slap the board of directors to death.
Moreover, this person has never experienced hardship, carries a self-pitying and resentful mood, and occasionally expresses compassion for others, feeling like a poet.
At 10:30 a.m., we took a car to the Feng family's house. On the way, Lu Feng, sitting in the back seat, smacked his lips and said, "It doesn't seem appropriate to go empty-handed, does it?"
"Brother Feng, that's enough. The jade from last time is already in the warehouse. We're all family here, no need to be polite," Feng Zhiyao stopped them.
The day after Lu Feng delivered the jade, a jade merchant came to his house. He took the jade out to look at it, and the merchant said very tactfully that he should not contact people like that anymore.
When they arrived at his doorstep, Lu Feng got out of the car. Zhen Kun had already returned earlier. After exchanging pleasantries, they went through the gate.
"Mr. Feng is waiting for you in the courtyard." Zhenkun pointed to the courtyard and said, "This way, please."
Passing through the archway, you enter a Chinese courtyard surrounded by flowers and plants. Under a sturdy locust tree, there is a stone table and wooden benches. A gentle breeze blows through the archway, bringing a touch of coolness to this hot summer day.
Under the tree, Mr. Feng sat in his wheelchair looking at the sky. A tea set was on the stone table, and a nanny was making tea opposite him. There were also two books on the table, which looked like they had been turned over.
"Lu Feng is here," Zhenkun said softly as he walked over.
The wheelchair turned around, and Mr. Feng looked a bit more tired than before. He raised his eyelids and looked at Lu Feng, saying, "You're here. Have a seat!"
"What happened to you?" Lu Feng stepped forward, squatted down, and grabbed his hand. "It hasn't been long, how did you become like this? I heard you were unwell and wanted to visit you, but I had a lot of work at the company, and I always thought I was in good health, just a minor illness. I never expected it to turn out like this."
Lu Feng, looking sorrowful, squatted beside the wheelchair, holding Mr. Feng's hand. How could anyone not be moved by such a scene?
Mr. Feng glanced at Lu Feng, then slowly stood up, supporting himself with one hand on his wheelchair.
"What are you doing? Sit down quickly. Your body is already like this, you can't force yourself. Just sit down." As Lu Feng spoke, he watched in surprise as Mr. Feng stood up, exclaiming, "Oh my! Oh my! You can stand up?"
“What are you saying? I’m in great health, I can jump and skip all over the place. Please sit down and pour him some tea!” Mr. Feng said, sitting down on the wooden stool.
Lu Feng sat down. He could tell that Mr. Feng's spirits were not as good as before. He said, "I knew it. You are in very good health. You could live for another twenty years without any problem."
“I can’t live for twenty years, but so many people in Hong Kong are hoping for my death right now, so I certainly can’t let them have their way right away.” Mr. Feng picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said, “Have you thought about going to Wall Street to raise funds?”
“Since you’re here, you must have thought it through. You’ve already discussed the prospectus with Uncle Kun,” Lu Feng said.
“A while ago, Lambert from Goldman Sachs called me to inquire about you. This time it should be him again. He might not invest in you, but such a big deal is enough to make you stand out in the global capital market. It would be best if Goldman Sachs could invest, but if not, Morgan Stanley, Lehman Brothers, Merrill Lynch, and other companies would also be fine.” Mr. Feng stared at Lu Feng with his cloudy eyes and said, “The price they offer isn’t important; their approval is crucial, do you understand?”
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