The restaurant wasn't very big. The menu was posted on the wall, and the decor was just ordinary. There were about a dozen tables, and at the far end was the kitchen, where a woman in her forties wearing an apron stood behind the counter preparing cold dishes.
"Just this simple bite is fine," Lu Feng said to the proprietress. "Can we cook?"
"Sure, what would you like to eat?" The proprietress looked up and noticed a few people had come in. Seeing that they were Chinese, she smiled and asked, "Are you here for fun? Or for school?"
"We're here on a business trip, and we're about to head back," Lu Feng said, looking at the menu on the wall. "Fish-flavored shredded pork, sweet and sour meatballs..."
Lu Feng ordered six or seven dishes. The proprietress was very talkative and seemed to have finally met a fellow countryman. She was incredibly enthusiastic. In less than ten minutes, Lu Feng learned that she had come ten years ago. Her husband had an accident, and she was currently raising her child alone. She had tried to find a white man to live with, but due to different customs, they couldn't get along.
"Okay, we need to catch our flight," Lu Feng quickly interrupted her.
"Old Cui! Get busy!" the proprietress called out to the kitchen.
"Alright!" A man in his thirties, dressed in a chef's uniform, emerged from the kitchen. He had fair skin, his clothes were slightly dirty, and he had a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He paused for a moment when he saw Lu Feng, then exclaimed excitedly, "From China? You look like a big boss!"
"Yes, I'm from China." Lu Feng really didn't want to waste any more time on small talk, and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Master!"
"It's no trouble at all. I'll make sure you cook well today. Let me tell you, back in China, I used to serve big bosses in a coal mine in Shanxi. It was a private canteen, and my cooking was superb. People here don't have that kind of luck." The cook took a deep drag on his cigarette and asked, "Boss, you're so fair-skinned, you look like you've never suffered. I can't do that, I started working when I was fourteen..."
"Alright, alright, you've worked hard, hurry up and go cook." Lu Feng interrupted.
"Are you running a multinational corporation?" The cook turned around and glanced at the proprietress, then lowered his voice and said, "I'm very good at cooking. If you need a cook to accompany you, I can work for you. My foreign name is Jack. To be honest, I really don't want to work here anymore."
Lu Feng looked at him and said, "Since being a chef is so tiring for you, why not change jobs?"
"Change careers? What kind? Become a big star? Or a writer? Don't be ridiculous!" Jack laughed and said, "I have to go now, I'll leave you my phone number later."
Jack returned to the kitchen in high spirits. He believed this was a place where miracles could easily happen. In the two years he had been at the restaurant, he would go up and chat with every person who looked like an important figure.
The food was served quickly, and the portions were noticeably large. Lu Feng and the others ate without saying much, while Jack sat in the chair opposite them, smoking.
"Boss, how is it?"
"Great, excellent cooking!" Lu Feng praised. "We should leave after we finish eating. It's good that you're here; you're earning US dollars, which is considered foreign exchange."
“That’s right, I’m a big shot in my family too!” Jack said proudly.
Lu Feng didn't respond. He was afraid that if he started chatting with someone like that, the plane would land before they finished talking. He just gave a few perfunctory replies, finished his meal, paid the bill, and left quickly.
As the plane took off, Lu Feng asked the flight attendant for a bottle of red wine. Looking at the scenery outside the window, he was in a very good mood. With 3.5 billion US dollars in hand, Jiafeng Electronics was now well-funded.
If his shareholding is further diluted, Lu Feng may completely lose control of Jiafeng Electronics. After Schroder Group enters the picture, Lu Feng will no longer be the major shareholder. Once the board of directors is formed, Schroder will have plenty of ways to get rid of Lu Feng if they join forces with Sun Hung Kai.
Of course, Lu Feng's backup plan is to have 30% of employees hold shares. As long as these people stand on Lu Feng's side, Jiafeng Electronics will always be Lu Feng's Jiafeng Electronics.
While Wall Street is still buzzing about who will ultimately acquire a stake in Chia Feng Electronics, Merrill Lynch and Morgan Stanley, the two firms most bullish on Chia Feng Electronics, have remained silent, as if the matter has been settled and they are no longer offering any further comment.
Someone called Goldman Sachs to inquire about the progress of the two investments, but the other party's words were vague, as if yesterday's determination had vanished in an instant.
Lambert sat in his office reading the financial newspaper. He was in a very good mood today. Lu Feng said that a company had invested in him, and Lambert wanted to see who could save him.
"What time is it?" Lambert asked his assistant, who was organizing documents.
Two o'clock in the afternoon.
"Hasn't he called yet?" Lambert frowned slightly. "Call him and tell him that while he's still alive, he can still give us 500 million. If he makes a fool of himself, then he'll be worthless."
"I'll make a call."
A dozen minutes later, the assistant returned and said, "Lu Feng and his group have already left. They took a plane back to China this morning, and there are rumors that...yes."
"What?" Lambert had a bad feeling.
"Schroder Investment Group has invested in Jiafeng Electronics, and it is said that the investment was based on a valuation of 10 billion yuan."
"Ten billion? US dollars?" Lambert burst into laughter, laughing so hard he almost fell over. He stood up and said, "I need to call Harrison. They've really made a fool of themselves this time!"
Lambert picked up the phone and called Peter Harrison, the CEO of Schroders. His assistant answered the call and transferred it to Harrison.
"Hello, I'm Lambert. I heard that your company's investment group invested in Jiafeng Electronics in China?" Lambert said with a sneer.
“Yes, what’s wrong?” Harrison asked.
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