Lu Feng turned around and went backstage. Three girls in their early twenties were standing there. They were quite pretty, with heavy makeup on their faces. The three of them were about 1.7 meters tall, wearing short skirts and strapless or halter tops. They were smoking cigarettes and had no posture or temperament. They looked like fast food items that cost a few hundred yuan many years later.
"OK! You three, I hope you have some poise, stand up straight." Lu Feng said to them, "Today's work is very easy. The show starts at nine o'clock, follow me onto the stage, and then just stand to the side. You'll get paid at eleven-thirty. This money is quite easy to earn!"
One of the men, who had a 36D bust, looked at Lu Feng and exhaled a puff of smoke. He said, "It's not easy. We usually lie down. Standing is so tiring. Let me tell you, if you want to do *that* on stage, you'll have to pay extra."
"No need, it's just a fashion show, don't overthink it. Stand up straight, have some class!" Lu Feng clapped his hands and said to the three of them, "Lean on me and strike a pose. Right now, I'm a billionaire, and you're world-famous models. You're all very noble!"
The scene was bustling with activity, with the area outside packed with people. When Sean arrived at the hotel entrance, he was stunned by the sight. He estimated there were three to five hundred people there, and they hadn't even all arrived yet.
"Are there so many poor people in Britain? Why would they travel this far for a mere ten or twenty pounds?" Sean asked, somewhat shocked, as he got out of the car.
The blond-haired man and the man with the high nose were also dumbfounded. In their eyes, there were no people this poor in this country, since they had been in contact with mostly wealthy people.
Lu Feng has essentially unearthed the people at the very bottom of society. Siemens represents the high-and-mighty young noblemen, Beko represents the middle class, and Hale represents the ordinary lower class. Lu Feng has unearthed the people at the very bottom, people who are completely ignored in Sean's business plans.
Once inside, Sean observed the scene and asked the two people beside him, "How much do you think he can sell today?"
"The sales probably won't even reach ten thousand pounds. After all, these people are here for the vouchers, and they'll all scatter after they've collected them," said the blond-haired man.
The official start time was 9 o'clock. A dozen or so people stood at the door registering, and then the crowd surged in. In less than ten minutes, the venue was completely full and there was no room to sit down, with many people still standing in the last row.
At 9:20, the host stepped onto the stage, accompanied by a particularly lavish welcoming ceremony. Speaking in a London accent, he said, "It is a pleasure to meet with all of you distinguished guests in this five-star hotel venue. Please be quiet for a moment, as I will now introduce today's theme."
Some people at the scene had already started asking the staff standing next to them when they would receive their vouchers. The staff told them directly that they needed to listen to the entire speech and that if they couldn't wait, they could leave.
Louise sat in the middle, looking around at her surroundings while holding her child in her arms. Her mind was elsewhere; she was thinking about her job interview that afternoon.
"Wealth is something everyone desires. Why are some people poor and others rich in this world? Is it because you don't work hard? No, it has nothing to do with that. It's just because you haven't found the trick. There's a wealth code on Wall Street: choosing the right path is a million times more important than hard work. There's another wealth code in the financial city: doing high-risk things often yields greater returns!"
"We have gathered you all here today because we believe you have unlimited potential to be tapped. You just lack an opportunity. Everyone is the same. When you are on the right path, wealth will be within your grasp."
"I'm not telling you all this for no reason. There really is someone in this world who has mastered this secret to wealth. He comes from the mysterious East, a place that has accumulated five thousand years of business experience. He was born into a poor family, but in an accident, he became an apprentice of an Eastern Qigong master and started his business career at the age of fifteen."
"He became a millionaire at seventeen, founded the Jiaming Group at nineteen, founded the Jiafeng Group at twenty-one, and by twenty-five he had reached the pinnacle of wealth in the Eastern world. But he was very lonely. He said that a person's wealth is a kind of loneliness, a kind of huge failure!"
"He began to summarize the patterns of global wealth and traveled the world at his own expense to preach about them. This is because he came from a poor background and therefore understands the suffering of the poor. Today's lesson is mainly for the poor. If there are any wealthy people here, please leave. Mr. Lu does not welcome you!!"
"Alright, now let's give a warm round of applause to welcome Mr. Lu Feng, the mysterious master of the Eastern wealth code, the Qigong master, the founder of Jiamei Group and Jiafeng Group, the man who makes Wall Street tremble!"
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