Watanabe called Zha Tai several times, instructing him to keep a close eye on Lu Feng's movements, as something seemed amiss.
Chathai disagreed. A company that has already dissolved and its shops closed down will take time to revive, even if it wants to. Moreover, with the current promotions, Motorola is selling like hotcakes in Thailand. Not to mention a small company like Chia Feng Electronics, even companies like Toshiba and Ericsson are struggling to keep up.
Inside the meeting room, Zha Tai leaned back in his chair, looking at the company's senior executives, and said smugly, "Mr. Watanabe practically raved about this President Lu on the phone, but is that all he's capable of? He even called to tell me to be careful and report any issues immediately. It's laughable!"
"Even a mighty dragon can't suppress a local snake. Here, ten of them wouldn't be a match for you," the vice president next to him flattered.
"The main problem is that your methods are too sophisticated. With market pressure and underhanded threats, he definitely can't withstand it!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Zha Tai laughed with great pride. These two moves were not something an ordinary person could withstand. Not to mention Lu Feng, countless local businesses had been suppressed by him in this way.
Whether it was Zha Tai or Mu Zha, they both felt that Lu Feng was no longer a threat at all, and it was precisely at this moment that the most dangerous situation arose.
In the afternoon, after finalizing the advertising plan, Lu Feng met with a group of writers. The topic he wanted to give was very simple: portray Thompala as a poor but talented young man who went abroad on a scholarship, endured humiliation overseas, and now, having earned money step by step abroad and developed new technology, he returned to China to create an electronics brand exclusively for the Chinese people.
First, let these print media publish it so that people know about it and generate buzz. At the same time, find some professional technicians to write some professional articles and publish a few papers.
Amidst the commotion, due to problems with international financing, such a significant issue has even drawn inquiries from some high-ranking officials in China.
Lu Feng didn't have time to deal with these things. He had three meetings in a row, and by the time he finished everything and had dinner, it was already 8 p.m.
"Everything at the company is settled. I need to change my clothes and get ready for the next event." Lu Feng put down his chopsticks, stood up, waved to the team leader and the others, and turned to leave.
Kevin spent most of the day with Lu Feng, and he was so exhausted he felt like he was falling apart. Meanwhile, Lu Feng was still heading to Pattaya for battle. He sighed, "If someone like this doesn't succeed, who will?"
Pattaya tonight is no different from last night. Lu Feng led his men directly to the Light Bar, where everything has returned to normal, except that Viper is no longer there.
"Hello, elder brother!"
"Hello, Rich Man!"
Good evening, Brother Hao!
As Lu Feng walked in, he was greeted by voices all around him, but he ignored them and strode forward. A young man in a suit approached him with a fawning expression and said, "Brother Hao, please come upstairs. I've invited a few college students tonight..."
“I’m not going up there. I’m very pressed for time. I’m not taking this place to do anything specific; I just want to use it as a starting point.” Lu Feng stared at him and said, “To grow bigger and stronger, to achieve glory, understand?”
The captain translated it once and asked, "Do you understand?"
"clear!"
"So besides Viper, who else in the vicinity has more power than Viper?" Lu Feng asked.
"Bald guy!"
"Bald guy?" Lu Feng asked, "Where?"
"On that street ahead, he mainly sells that stuff. He sells it casually on the street and has a bunch of henchmen under his command."
"Everyone, follow me!" Lu Feng said, then turned and walked out the door.
He was really tired today and didn't have the energy to play those little tricks with these people. When he found the bald man, he was sitting at an open-air stall drinking with a few people, occasionally whistling at female tourists passing by.
"Bald guy, right? Hello, my name is Rich Man!" Lu Feng stepped forward and, without saying a word, pointed the gun at the other man's head. A group of his underlings had already surrounded him, exuding murderous intent.
"Brother, I haven't done anything to you, have I?" The bald man raised his hands in fright.
"No, but I need to let you know my name. If you're a decent person, call your people over so they can get to know me. From now on, wherever we meet, you'll have to stop and call me 'Brother Rich Man.' If you're not, don't blame me for being impolite." Lu Feng stared at him and said in a low voice, "You should know what happened to Viper, right?"
"Recite...recite a poem?" the bald man asked in alarm.
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