"That's more like it!" Su Yourong stood up and went to find her clothes. What she wanted was for the man in front of her to submit to her. As for whether or not she would change her clothes later, that didn't matter.
In just one day, some adjustments were made to the entire fundraising plan, and Zhuang Yuntian had already sent detailed information about Jiafeng Electronics to Wall Street.
There was a knock on Lambert's office door. The document was placed on the desk, and the person said, "Mr. Lambert, Sun Hung Kai called and said they'll be coming over tomorrow to meet with you."
After reviewing Lu Feng's basic information about his rise from humble beginnings to his current position, Lambert frowned slightly. His confrontational attitude was not appropriate. If he wanted to rise above his circumstances, he needed to know who was in control.
"No, have Eisen receive him in a week." Lambert closed Jiafeng's folder and placed it at the very edge of the desk. His most important documents were placed directly opposite him on his desk, and the further to the edge, the more likely they were to be discarded at any time.
"OK!"
Not many people knew that Lambert had taken a liking to Jiafeng. With so many investors on Wall Street and so many companies around the world, a company like Jiafeng was really no big deal.
However, Watanabe noticed it. He had been following Wall Street trends for many years and had a few friends there. In addition, he paid close attention to Jiafeng, so he kept a close eye on this small matter.
In terms of influence, not to mention Lu Feng, even Sun Hung Kai Properties plus United Capital are no match for Watanabe Shi, after all, he has been working here for more than ten years.
In the office, Watanabe Shi had a cold smile on his face. Lu Feng was still in his hands. He wanted to stick his head out and see the international scene. Wasn't that just sticking his head out to get beaten?
Watanabe picked up the phone and called a few friends on Wall Street for a while. He then called Lambert directly, but he couldn't do that. However, he could contact Lambert's important deputy, Eisen.
Eisen, whose full name is Eisen-Lee, is not an American, but a Chinese immigrant.
When the call was connected, Watanabe's voice was somewhat humble as he said, "Hello, I am Watanabe, the head of Motorola's overseas market department. I previously served as an executive at JPMorgan Chase and Goldman Sachs. It's a pleasure to speak with you."
Hearing the other party's impressive reputation and humble tone on the phone, Eisen felt a touch of pride and asked, "What can I do for you?"
"It's like this, I heard that Mr. Lambert is very optimistic about a company called Jiafeng. I know about this company." Watanabe first talked about Lu Feng's shortcomings for a long time, and then said, "They don't have much strength. Such a company is not worth investing in. In addition, Lu Feng is really annoying. He has always hated overseas Chinese."
Eisen hadn't intended to give Lu Feng a good outcome anyway, since the result would be the same, so he might as well do him a favor and said, "This news is really important. Thank you for your support of my work. This has given me a deeper understanding of the company. If you have time, you can come to Wall Street for afternoon tea."
“If I go, I will definitely pay him a visit. Please give my regards to Mr. Lambert for me. I admired him greatly when I worked on Wall Street,” Watanabe said, flattering him.
Eisen gave a perfunctory reply. Little did he know that when he was a senior executive at Goldman Sachs, he looked down on investors like Lambert. Now that he's fallen on hard times, he's trying to curry favor, and he's a two-faced scoundrel.
The next day, around 8 a.m., the group was all ready to go. Before leaving, Lu Feng called a few staff members who had flown to the United States in advance to inquire about their plans. They had already started contacting various universities there.
Lu Feng, Zhen Kun, Feng Zhiyao and their group of more than 20 people took off on a plane bound for New York.
This must be the longest flight Lu Feng has ever taken in this life. Last time he went to Dubai, he had to transfer, but this time it would take fifteen or sixteen hours to land.
Ten hours later, everyone in the cabin had rested. Lu Feng was half-reclining watching an American TV series when Zhen Kun walked over in slippers and asked Lu Feng, "Mr. Lu, how confident are you about this trip?"
“I’m not quite sure either, what do you think?” Lu Feng sat up and asked.
"You think that as long as you lower your stance a little, you can actually succeed? Like I said, the days of making money are yet to come." Zhenkun said to Lu Feng, "Sometimes bending down isn't necessarily bowing your head; it can also be picking up money. What do you think?"
“I understand. I need to be humble; he's my grandfather.”
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