Two people followed him into the shop. They glanced around and smiled when they saw Zhang Fengxia and Jiang Xiaoyan. They walked over, but when they got closer and saw Lu Feng, they paused slightly, their smiles fading. They asked, "And who is this?"
"This is my friend, Mr. Wang, please have a seat!" Zhang Fengxia said politely.
Mr. Wang sat down opposite Lu Feng, glanced at the things on the table, and said, "The coffee shops in China are not authentic. If you like coffee, you can fly to the United States, where the coffee is authentic."
"Wow, Mr. Wang is so rich! He even flies halfway around the world just to have a coffee." Zhang Fengxia glanced at Lu Feng and said deliberately, "We wouldn't even dare to dream of such a thing."
"I still care about the quality of life. Otherwise, with so much money, how long would I ever finish it?" Mr. Wang picked up his coffee, took a sip, and said, "I also have my worries. Having too much money isn't good!"
“We small business owners can’t even imagine your troubles,” Zhang Fengxia joked.
Jiang Xiaoyan sat there without saying a word, and Lu Feng also stared at her silently as she boasted. Boss Wang seemed to sense that Lu Feng and Jiang Xiaoyan's relationship was somewhat different. He glanced at Lu Feng, couldn't tell what brand his clothes were, and asked, "What does this friend do?"
"I own a company, so I have some money," Lu Feng said to him.
“These days, having some money is no different from having no money. A man needs to have a strong wallet to stand tall. If you don’t have money, you won’t have the confidence to speak. A woman as beautiful and capable as President Jiang is not someone that just anyone can be worthy of.” President Wang said to Jiang Xiaoyan as if he were showing off, “Your car is not good enough for you. I’ll buy you a Mercedes-Benz from abroad.”
"No, no!" Jiang Xiaoyan quickly refused.
“A Mercedes-Benz isn’t good. I think a Ferrari would suit Xiaoyan better. Ferrari recently released a convertible sports car, the F355, in red. It would be perfect for you,” Lu Feng recommended earnestly.
"The red sports car really suits Xiaoyan. This young man, despite his poverty, knows a lot!" Mr. Wang praised, then asked, "How much is this Ferrari?"
"It's not expensive. It was launched in May of this year, right?" Lu Feng said, searching his memory. "It should be around five million. It's not much money for you."
Five million?
Mr. Wang's heart skipped a beat. Just giving away a car cost five million; if he wanted to take care of business later, he could easily spend tens of millions just to pick up a girl.
Mr. Wang felt it wasn't worth it.
However, he still said, "Three or five hundred and fifty is nothing. Do you like me? I'll have someone contact them to order a car."
“Having a sports car isn’t enough, we also need a place to stay,” Lu Feng said.
“I think he makes sense. A car and a house are the foundation.” Zhang Fengxia nodded seriously and said, “Buy a big house.”
“It’s not about a big house. Mr. Wang is so rich, Xiaoyan will definitely not only stay in China in the future. I think she needs a big villa in Shenzhen, and the decoration can’t be shabby. It should be decorated to the tune of one or two million. Then she should also have houses in Shanghai and Beijing, places she goes to often.” Lu Feng picked up his coffee and took a sip, and continued, “She needs to have one abroad too. People abroad have estates. In the US, let’s buy a 500-square-meter one in Manhattan, New York. In Europe, find a good location and buy an estate, but not too big, the management fees are very expensive. Two hundred acres will be enough.”
Following Lu Feng's train of thought, Zhang Fengxia said, "You can't drive a sports car when you go abroad, you need a private jet!"
"That's right!"
Lu Feng looked at President Wang and noticed that the smile on President Wang's face had disappeared.
"Why is Mr. Wang unhappy?" Lu Feng looked at him and said, "Now that everything is ready, I think it's time to officially go on a date with Mr. Wang."
“I think it’s about the same,” Zhang Fengxia said, looking at President Wang. “Are you going to call ahead and instruct someone to buy a private jet, or are you going to look at estates?”
"Are you playing me?" President Wang said in a deep voice.
"No, no, it was just a friend joking." Jiang Xiaoyan quickly smoothed things over, secretly patting Zhang Fengxia's leg.
Lu Feng stared at him and said, "Didn't you say you were rich? You can't even afford a comfortable life, yet you want to go out and pick up girls? If you're poor, stay home and don't go out. Save your money!"
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