Tessa nestled gently against Sompa's shoulder and said sweetly, "I'm so cute!"
Songpa turned to look at his beauty and said in the same tone, "No, let's go home."
The media reporters outside formed two walls. When Lu Feng walked out, it was like walking on a red carpet. He waved to the crowd with a smile on his face.
"I'm from China, I'm a billionaire! Yay!!" Lu Feng excitedly screamed at the reporter.
Feng Zhiyao, on the other hand, was less generous. He covered his face with his hands, afraid that if the news got out and his father saw it, he would be scolded.
"Don't cover your face! Be more outgoing and make a funny face at them!" Lu Feng instructed.
Feng Zhiyao lowered his hand, covered his mouth and eyes, and said to the reporter, "We don't like them, so we beat them up. This world needs righteous people like us!"
"Remember this: if life can't be lived to the fullest, I'd rather I never have existed!" Lu Feng said to the last reporter before being pushed into a police car.
The reporter turned to the camera and said, "Several suspects have been arrested by the police. They come from other countries, and their most notable characteristic is that they are very wealthy!"
After being taken in, a brief statement was taken, and then a police officer came. Knowing that Lu Feng and his gang were very wealthy, the officer was very polite and didn't even push them.
"Good evening, sir. I am now formally informing you that you have been detained by us for allegedly assaulting another person. We will ensure your judicial rights. You can now apply for bail. Each person needs to pay a bail of US$50,000 to leave, and you will need a US green card holder as your guarantor." He explained to Lu Feng and the others in a very professional manner.
With things having come to this, Lu Feng had no choice but to call Zhen Kun. As soon as he brought it up, Feng Zhiyao refused, saying, "I have a friend here. I called him. Try not to let Uncle Kun know about this."
Two hours later, a young man arrived and paid bail of $250,000. Lu Feng and his group then came out and had a meal together to thank the young man.
"I'll give you the bail money in a couple of days!" Lu Feng patted the other man on the shoulder, watched him leave, and sighed, "Ah, the free capitalist world, it's so good to be rich. Go back now!"
Back at the hotel, Lu Feng gathered Wang Yuanhe and the other two together for a brief meeting in the room. Once everyone sat down, the previous awkwardness disappeared, after all, they had all been in prison with the boss.
"Let's put the financing issue aside for now. This matter has a significant impact on us, but it's not fatal yet. Right now, let's focus on universities and make attracting talent our primary task." Lu Feng asked Wang Yuanhe, "Which schools have you contacted?"
“The closest place to here is New Jersey, where Princeton University is located, and it’s very famous.” Wang Yuanhe thought for a moment and said, “It’s less than a two-hour drive there. I’ve called them, but I don’t have a good excuse to go. They won’t agree to go with just any excuse.”
“Isn’t the excuse simple? Just say we want to donate money!” Lu Feng checked the time; it was almost nine o’clock at night. He said, “Tell them we want to donate money and we’ll go tomorrow.”
"How much will you donate?" An Jiahui asked.
"The more the better, it's just a random number anyway." Lu Feng stood up, yawned, and said, "It's just this one trip, everyone should get some rest."
The following day, the news of the Goldman Sachs executive being assaulted made headlines in major financial newspapers, first causing a stir in the industry, and the Wall Street Journal even published the story in a small corner of the media.
Inside the breakfast room, Lu Feng sat down opposite Zhen Kun and asked, "Uncle Kun, how did the meeting with old friends go yesterday?"
"Great, how did your talk go? You didn't end up arguing, did you?" Zhenkun said, taking a sip of his coffee.
In the morning, Feng Zhiyao had already seen the newspaper, which clearly showed Lu Feng and Feng Zhiyao's faces. There was no way to hide this, so he might as well admit it himself.
"We didn't argue," Feng Zhiyao stammered.
"Yes, they were just a bit agitated while talking, but they didn't argue much!" Lu Feng said.
"It's good that there was no arguing. That's how negotiations are these days. People here are all arrogant." Zhenkun said, then took another sip of his drink.
"They got into a fight!" Lu Feng said to Zhen Kun. "Several senior executives should be in the hospital right now!"
"Pfft!" Zhenkun spat out a mouthful of coffee, looked up with wide eyes, staring at the two of them in shock, and shouted, "Didn't I tell you two to stop? Why are you fighting? Zhiyao, didn't I tell you to hold him back and not be impulsive?"
Feng Zhiyao looked troubled and said, "I want to slap him too!"
“This isn’t Zhiyao’s fault, it’s my fault. But it’s good, it’ll let them think it over and calm down.” Lu Feng took the blame and said, “First, we need to generate buzz. Today, the headlines will definitely be ours. The more investors know that there’s a Jiafeng Group in China, the more choices we’ll have. Zhiyao, bring the newspaper over and see if we’re on the front page.”
Feng Zhiyao picked up a newspaper, glanced at it, and said, "We're not on the front page."
"How is that possible? What's Toutiao?" Lu Feng asked, somewhat surprised.
"It's a local pianist who was arrested for soliciting prostitution!"
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