Back to 1990

Back at the hotel, Lu Feng sat in the dining room, looking at the steward Wang in front of him with a standard smile, he was a bit unable to eat, his mind was full of that man's expression.

Each era has its wounds, that is, these are low-learning, but they are extremely eager to get everything they want through a simple thing.

It's like passing flowers through drums, except that these things pass on fried eggs, which will eventually explode in a person's hands.

People live for the rest of their lives, and they have their own needs. When they want to do it, they start to make their own demands toward some unnecessary things. These qigong masters all play the banner of healing, longevity, wealth, social status, etc.

In fact, from a point of view, it is enough to see that people in this era are full of various desires. They are struggling in the tide of the era, and they can stand above the tide. However, there are only a few people, and the rest is completely covered. Submerged.

The operation of these masters has the shadow of various micro-loan tactics of later generations, promising all kinds of illusory things, stimulating the desires of people's hearts, constantly suggesting you, and then letting you pay for money in an instant.

I am also well versed in the essence of marketing!

Lu Feng laughed at himself. He is not a person against capital. He has already understood a truth in his business for two generations. Capital is easy to manage, but people’s hearts are hard to manage, and capitalists’ hearts are even harder to manage. Once it overflows, it will be a disaster. .

"Please taste the foie gras, this is us..."

A waiter with exquisite makeup watched Lu Feng not doing anything. As he introduced, he cut up the food and placed it on the plate in front of Lu Feng.

"You guys go out!"

Steward Wang hunched over and said, "What's wrong with what we did? You can give us your opinion, and we will improve it right away."

"I just want to be quiet!"

"Okay!" Steward Wang waved to everyone, and everyone walked out.

Lu Feng sat alone in the large room and was eating. He was very emotional. After thinking a lot, he felt that it was useless to think so much. When he returned to the room, he did not turn on the light.

Sitting in a dark room alone, the city outside the window is already bright.

"It's hypocritical!"

Lu Feng sneered and reached out to turn on the light.

Everyone will have this kind of moment. When touched by something, the whole person falls into silence for a moment, and begins to sigh for life, and then there is a emptiness after a long sigh.

The difference is that no one who is poor can talk about it. Even if he says it, he will be laughed and scolded with hypocrisy. Lu Feng is different. He can call many people. No one will talk about him, but will have a feeling of empathy. status.

Only if you have money can people empathize with you!

.............

The matter of Lu Feng's disappearance continues to ferment, and the matter has developed to the point where it is today, not to mention outsiders, even people in the circle can't see the fog.

The three words Weipu Da have always been controversial, and there is no lack of topicality. Under the night, major newspapers are busy composing tomorrow’s news. When selecting news types, many newspapers have taken Jiafeng Electronics’ affairs. Put it on the front page.

In addition, the banks that Jiafeng Electronics contacted were blown up by various interview calls. After Zhuang Yuntian heard the news, he was so scared that he couldn't eat anymore, so he made several calls to Lu Feng and no one answered him.

Then he called the company's commercial department. Because there were too many calls for interviews, there was no direct connection. At this moment, Zhuang Yuntian, who was in Xiangjiang, understood what it means to live like years.

If 50 million is really lost, he will not have time to jump off the building, and in a hurry he even called Huang Youwei's office.

One of Lu Feng's actions triggered a chain reaction of all parties. Under the same night, everyone's mind and state were different, and only Lu Feng was asleep.

Tonight, on the fourth floor of the Golden Palace, another grand dinner is being held. Here is the running water table. Every day, all kinds of bosses are here to change their glasses. I don't know how many toasts under the bright lights.

Jianjian was wearing an off-shoulder evening dress with a wine glass in his hand looking for a target. Within a few days, there were too many bosses who spoke to them, but when it came to financial-related issues, his expression instantly changed.

Looking at the bosses one by one, a familiar person was found in the crowd, Mr. Yang!

The pointy figure moved Jinlian to walk and halfway there, a ugly-looking, short bald man staring at her with glowing eyes, reached out and grabbed her slender arm, and said, "Beauty, have a drink!"

"Hello!" Pointy looked at him and touched with the quilt in his hand.

"How much is it for you?" The man sipped the red wine in the glass and said straightforwardly.

Jianjian frowned slightly when she heard such blatant words. Although she was also in the flesh and skin business, she always felt that she was also a celebrity, and she was always in contact with the boss.

Especially when she stayed with Lu Feng recently, she really hated this kind of ugly and frustrated man, and she couldn't continue acting even if she was acting on the spot.

"Please respect me." Pointy shook his hand and left.

After being rejected, the man looked a little annoyed, cursed in his mouth, turned his eyes, and saw another girl, he smiled, and staggered over with a bit of drunkenness.

"Mr. Yang, are you drinking here alone?" Jianjian walked to the bar and sat down and asked with a smile.

"Who are you?" Mr. Yang looked sharp, his body was full of alcohol.

"You were here the day before yesterday to attend the banquet hosted by Mr. Zhao. You talked with me very happily that day!"

"Forget, there are so many people coming and going, where I remember." He simply said directly: "I don't want to play with you, and I don't have the money to play with you."

"It's so vulgar to raise money. I like to talk about love." The tip touched the cup and said, "Drink one."

Manager Yang was slightly surprised, after all, how many women in this place don't talk about money?

Yuanyuan and Qianqian saw that she had approached Mr. Yang again, and hurried over, accompanied by the three beauties, and the atmosphere was warm, but Mr. Yang always seemed to be worried.

"If you have anything to worry about, you can tell us, and it will be much easier to say it."

"Yes, quarreled with your wife?"

"My wife and I haven't seen each other for almost two years. If it's a matter with her, it would be better to talk about it." Mr. Yang sighed and couldn't hold back what was in his heart. Said: "It's out of the hole."

"Hole? What hole?"

"Financial holes, 700,000 big holes, this quarter is over soon, I can't hide it!" Mr. Yang covered his face with his hands anxiously. He embezzled one million from the company at the beginning of the year and used it for a friend. Bridge, I promised for fifteen days, but two or three months have passed, and there are still 700,000 yuan left.

Lack of money?

The three daughters Qianqian looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

"For a boss like you, seven hundred thousand is not a small amount of money?"

"I have seven hundred thousand, but I am not cash. My car, house, and shares can't be cashed out for a while!" Mr. Yang became more worried as he spoke, and drank his wine glass.

Although everyone in the circle has money, not everyone can borrow 700,000. As for the mortgage, what he fears most now is that his friends will not return the money to him, and in the end he will have nothing.

"Mr. Yang, I have a way to get the money. It depends on whether you want to do it or not. I told you before." Yuanyuan said.

"What way?"

"I have a friend who is invested by Goldman Sachs. He has a handful of trading information and he makes a steady profit without losing money."

When Mr. Yang heard this, he immediately remembered that there were many girls here, dangling and dazzling, all of them were vases, but Yuanyuan made him remember the girl who knew finance.

"In the financial sector, is there a trade that makes a profit without losing money?" Mr. Yang suspiciously asked.

"You can give it a try. The three of us have been investing, and I'll be honest. After you pull you, you will get 0.5% of your income."

"How much stable income?"

"Fifteen percent, but they have to charge five percent, and then give us 0.5 percent."

When Mr. Yang heard such a high fee, he believed in his heart. After all, it was high profits. Wherever in this world can lunch be eaten for nothing, he is a businessman, and he is more willing to trust others to work for profit.

After thinking about it a little bit, he decided to give it a try.

"Where is this person?"

"Take you to see you tomorrow."

The next day, at six o'clock in the morning, the sky was slightly bright, and a few pedestrians were scattered on the street. Yuanyuan got out of the taxi and ran all the way into the Sheraton Hotel.

"Boom boom!"

"Boom boom!"

The rapid knock on the door completely awakened Lu Feng, who was about to wake up. He sat up and said uncomfortably, "Who is that?"

"It's me, Yuanyuan!"

Lu Feng took his trousers and put them on, walked to the door, opened the door and saw Yuanyuan anxiously, and asked, "Why are you doing this early in the morning?"

"Someone invested money!" Yuanyuan said excitedly: "He is a rich boss, like the general manager of some company."

"Really?" Lu Feng opened his bewildered eyes, let her in front of the door, let her in, and asked, "Did you meet in the golden palace of Xu Dashuai?"

"Yes, there was a banquet last night, Mr. Yang..."

Yuanyuan said the matter as it was. Of course, she wouldn’t tell Lu Feng that when she was in the Golden Palace ~www.readwn.com~, she was beaten up by those bosses, instead she said how she has learned about finance in the past few days. , Doing enough homework, showing a positive look.

That sentence is really good. It is absolutely depraved to say that a girl who is working in finance is going to be full of wind, but when a lady is picking up customers, she still works hard to study finance, which is a lot of inspiration.

While Yuanyuan said that she was working hard, she also lost the words of Jianjian and Qianqian. Whenever she saw the boss, she would throw her arms around and play games with a few old men, which made people wonder. Singly.

Lu Feng naturally heard what she meant, and didn't say much, as long as he was sure he was from Dashuai Xu's circle.

"How much?"

"It's not clear. He doesn't seem to believe it very much. For the first time, he estimated that he had invested less."

"It's okay, it's a good start."

After Lu Feng agreed with her on the time and location, he sent Yuanyuan away and started to pack up and change clothes. After waiting here for a few days, it was finally his turn to perform.

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