"I'll ask the housekeeper in a bit," Lu Feng said into the phone. "I'll hang up now and call you back later."
After hanging up the phone, Lu Feng sat there and thought for a while. This young man was so young, yet he was already so good at judging people by their status. If it were an ordinary person, he probably wouldn't even get to meet him.
Thinking of this, Lu Feng stood up, left the room, and rang the doorbell.
The door opened, and Han Guoping was somewhat surprised to see Lu Feng. He said, "Mr. Lu, is there anything I can help you with? You could have just made a call."
“It’s alright, let’s go out for a meal. Book the best restaurant in Cape Town right now, something high-class, and send out all the bodyguards and luxury cars to meet a rich second-generation. Maybe we’ll get something out of it. Things have already come to this point, so let’s just try our luck.”
"Okay, I'll make the arrangements right now!"
"Also, just say you're my housekeeper, and I'll explain something to you..."
"No need for formalities, Your Excellency Sir Lu, Asia's Richest Man, and Wall Street Hunter, it is an honor to be your butler." Han Guoping said with a serious expression, as if he had been rehearsing this scene in his mind for a long time and it was finally his turn to take the stage.
Lu Feng was taken aback when he saw him, and couldn't help but laugh, "You get into character pretty quickly? Where did you learn that?"
“Most of the group’s senior executives know this; it’s practically a required course,” Han Guoping said with a shy smile.
Lu Feng never expected that these people would discuss this matter in private. But then he thought about it, and realized that he, as the boss, often used such methods. Zhu Lidong, Du Guoying, and others had cooperated with him countless times. How could the people below not know?
Although Lu Feng repeatedly said that sycophancy was not allowed in the company, it was impossible to completely eliminate it. In addition, this incident also showed that they had thought about it seriously. It's like the saying goes, I may not want it, but you can't not give it to me!
"Alright, let's get ready!" Lu Feng instructed.
Half an hour later, Lu Feng informed Ronald that he was at the Sun Hotel. After hanging up the phone, he went downstairs. The team leader and his group had already changed their clothes. Surrounded by everyone, Lu Feng got into the car, and the five cars sped away.
The Sun Hotel is considered the largest hotel in Cape Town. The convoy passed through the Western-style gate and arrived directly at the hotel's main entrance.
Before the doorman could even get close, the captain and his group had already blocked them aside. They opened the car door, a gentle breeze blew by, and Lu Feng stepped out of the car. He was wearing a suit with a trench coat draped over his shoulders, his hair was neatly combed, and he walked inside.
A few minutes later, a Maserati sports car sped up. Ronald got out, casually tossed the car keys to the doorman, went inside, and asked the head waiter, "Has Mr. Lu arrived?"
"You mean Mr. Lu from China?"
"Yes, how did you know?" Ronald was a little puzzled. Did Lu Feng tell everyone he went to about his hometown?
"A lot of people came in just now and wouldn't let us serve them. This way, please." The supervisor said as he walked in, describing the scene just now. There were at least a dozen people. As Lu Feng walked in, he raised both hands and his trench coat fell off. Someone behind him immediately took it from him, and as soon as he raised his hand, someone next to him handed him a cigar.
The movements were so fluid and graceful that everyone in the hall was stunned.
Ronald was a well-informed man who knew that rich people were extravagant, but he had never seen anyone like Lu Feng before. Standing in the elevator, he was a little bewildered and curious about Lu Feng's background.
Lu Feng reserved the largest private room in the restaurant. It was over 700 square meters and was just a dining room. The interior was brightly lit and extremely luxurious. Lu Feng sat alone on the sofa watching TV, with Captain Han Ping and a dozen or so men standing to his side, and seven or eight waiters and servers standing opposite him.
The door to the private room was pushed open, and the head waiter led Ronald in. As soon as they entered, they were taken aback by the scene before them. Two rows of people were standing, and on the large sofa, Lu Feng was sitting with his back to Ronald, legs crossed, watching TV. Only his mysterious back could be seen.
Korean man Ping strode over and said in English, "Mr. Lu, our guest has arrived."
Lu Feng stood up, turned around, and reached out his hand. Han Guoping hurriedly handed him a cigar. Lu Feng took a puff and smiled, saying, "We meet again. We really are destined to meet."
“Yes, it’s fate. But it’s normal to meet fellow passengers when you’re on a plane,” Ronald said.
"No! This is my first time flying on a commercial airliner. Both of my planes had problems, so I had to take a passenger plane." Lu Feng pointed to the dining table in front of him and said, "Please sit down!"
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