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For the first time, Feng Zhiyao felt that there were such unreasonable people in the world. The most scoundrel person he had ever met in his life was probably Lu Feng. In the past, this kind of gangster always had a smile in front of him.

Feng Zhiyao had no money in his hand. He was sitting in the hotel and contacted his former friends, hoping that someone could help him in this matter. When he called, some people hung up the phone immediately when they heard that it was him, while others supported him. Hesitating and shirk- ing.

"I don't want to borrow any money from you, it's just two hundred thousand, what's the point?" Feng Zhiyao was very unhappy on the phone. When did two hundred thousand count to him?

"Brother Feng, you don't need the 200,000 yuan." He said with a smile that day on the phone: "Stop making trouble."

"I'm encountering something now." Feng Zhiyao was also straight-tempered and said everything like he was pouring beans out of a bamboo tube.

When the other end of the phone heard this, he said, "Don't worry, if others don't help you, I will definitely help you. I still have something to do here, so hang up first."

Before Feng Zhiyao could speak, the call was hung up, and no one answered when he called again.

The room fee was due, and Feng Zhiyao couldn't borrow the money so he had to go downstairs with his belongings. Standing in the hall, he watched people coming and going. Everyone had a smile on their face, so calm. But he didn't know where to go next.

He had been to five-star hotels too many times, but he had never felt so cold and confused in the luxurious reception hall.

"Oh, isn't this Mr. Feng?" came a joking voice.

Feng Zhiyao followed the voice and saw that he was a young man in his late twenties, accompanied by two girls dressed in a flirtatious manner. Feng Zhiyao had some impression of him. They had played sports cars together before, but he couldn't afford anything particularly luxurious. Car, I don’t really like playing with him.

"Li Ziwen?" Feng Zhiyao called out his name with a hint of surprise.

"It's rare that you still remember me." Li Ziwen glanced at Feng Zhiyao's suitcase and teased: "What are you doing, Mr. Feng? I heard that you are in trouble? Someone called me and said, you are borrowing money everywhere ah?"

Feng Zhiyao looked a little embarrassed, forced a smile, and said: "The news spread very quickly. I didn't expect you to hear about it too. We are also friends. Do you have any cash on hand?"

"What? Borrow money from me? Hahahaha!" Li Zixuan smiled wildly, staring at Feng Zhiyao and said: "Young Master Feng, will this day happen to you too? Didn't you think I was poor before? I can't afford a Lamborghini. How dare you hang out with a kid from a rich family like you?"

Feng Zhiyao was stunned when he heard this, and said hurriedly: "I never thought you were poor. The main reason is that your car can't keep up with us when running up hills. Then when you play on the track, don't we call you that? It's you." Busy, no time."

"Am I busy? Why do you think I'm so busy?" Li Ziwen leaned his face forward and said, "I'm not fucking busy now, please drive out your sports car!"

"What am I..." Feng Zhiyao explained his current situation very seriously.

"Okay, okay, I don't have time to listen to your nonsense. Do you want money?" Li Ziwen took out his wallet, took out a thousand Hong Kong dollars and threw it on the ground, saying, "Here you go!"

Feng Zhiyao looked at the banknotes that fell at his feet with a very ugly face. He was filled with shame and anger, and said to Li Ziwen: "I didn't expect you to be this kind of person. You have no tutor and no quality. I don't want it anymore."

"Ouch, the beggar still thinks the food is sour? You have quality. A few years ago, you drove a sports car to show off your power." Li Ziwen said sarcastically.

"When did I show off my power?" Feng Zhiyao felt extremely wronged. He always maintained a low profile and modesty when interacting with friends around him.

"Why don't you show off your power? Those people are surrounding you, smiling when they look at you. That bullshit luxury car team is just a bunch of sycophants. You have such a good car, but you drive like a piece of shit. I really don't know you. How can you have the nerve to think that you are talented and yet they want to be a racing driver? Bah!" Li Ziwen was full of fire and sarcastically said: "You don't even look at what you look like. Without your father, who are you?"

"You!! How can you talk like that? I want to borrow or not!" Feng Zhiyao looked ugly, turned around and left.

Feng Zhiyao couldn't believe that his friend who used to have nice words with him now looked like this. He dragged his suitcase and walked on the road, feeling sad in his heart. He hadn't changed his clothes for a day, and he had walked for an hour. , my feet started to hurt.

The physical torture combined with what he was experiencing at this moment made him sit on the roadside with tears in his eyes. Looking back on the past, it seemed as if those experiences, those smiling faces, and those concerns were all a dream.

A red sports car turned from the intersection. Su Yourong glanced out casually and saw Feng Zhiyao, thinking he was being deceived. He parked the car on the side of the road and got out of the car to find that it was really him.

"What are you doing sitting on the roadside?" Su Yourong walked over and asked.

When Feng Zhiyao saw Su Yourong stood up hurriedly and told the story, he said anxiously: "Can you help me call Brother Feng? I don't even have a mobile phone now."

Seeing his state, Su Yourong secretly thought, just call Lu Feng, this is just an abandoned child.

"I can't contact him either. You should take care of yourself. I still have some change here, so you can take it." Su Yourong handed him the several thousand yuan in his hand and ordered: "Find a job as soon as possible. .”

Feng Zhiyao looked at the money in his hand, feeling for the first time that a few thousand dollars was such a thick stack. It was already getting late, the lights were starting to turn on, and this was still the bustling Xiangjiang. It was a pity that Feng Zhiyao's feeling about all this at this moment changed from heaven to to hell.

He didn't dare to go to a luxurious hotel, so he walked into a fly restaurant for the first time in his life, ordered a portion of fried rice, and ate it hungrily.

Feng Zhiyao went to the company many times in the past few days, but still found nothing. People here seemed to have lost sight of him overnight, and they all avoided him. His former friends were either strangers or made sarcastic remarks. Within a few days, he saw this The world as it originally was.

As night fell, there were still clouds of sports cars on the streets in the bustling area, but it was a pity that he was missing. But who cares?

Just like those dinner parties with music and singing every night, they are still held enthusiastically no matter who goes or who stays.

Feng Zhiyao wanted to seek justice, but the money in his hand no longer supported him to continue. A few days later, he had no choice but to find a job as a restaurant waiter, which provided food and accommodation for 1,800 Hong Kong dollars a month. He also wanted to Apply for clerkships or other decent jobs in the past.

However, these jobs did not include room and board, and he only had a diploma and no work experience. After several interviews, no one wanted him.

He got to know the people here quite well in the restaurant, because everyone had read about him in the newspaper before. He was ridiculed and laughed at for a long time, and he got the nickname "Gongzige".

In South Africa, Lu Feng is still waiting for news. He has been in contact with some high-level people in the past two days. What they revealed is that this time the United States is willing to take advantage of this opportunity to strengthen cooperation between the two countries. What the other party can give is definitely not just a company. It can be given.

Lu Feng told them many times not to trust the Americans. Those people said that it was not commonplace. He could increase investment in South Africa in the future, and at the same time he would work hard to bring China closer to South Africa in business.

But these words were so light in the eyes of the other party. After all, Lu Feng was just an ordinary businessman.

In Europe and the futures exchange, everyone looked at the price of tungsten ore in front of them with surprise. For several days, tungsten ore continued to rise, all the way to the $80,000 mark, which is comparable to the price of gold.

In the Schroeder Group conference room, John looked at the numbers displayed on the computer in front of him and couldn't believe it. Several experienced people stood aside with their eyes wide open. The price of US$80,000 per ton was beyond their imagination.

"It's all caused by the Quantum Fund. What do they want to do?"

"Our profit alone this time is 5 billion, right? The price is so high, are they going to run away?"

Everyone present looked solemn, and John felt it was impossible. The tungsten mine in South Africa had not resumed work yet, and it was impossible for them to deliver the product by the time limit.

After thinking about it, there was only one possibility left for John, which was that the South African tungsten mine would resume operations in the near future, and they had already confirmed it. Thinking of this, John looked at the disk in front of him and said, "Call Lu Feng."

At the same time on Wall Street, Soros looked through the information in his hand, whispered a few questions to the manager next to him, closed the folder, and ordered: "Throw some away and give it a try."

The next moment, a large contract of tungsten ore futures, which had not been traded in the London futures market for a long time, was sold, and the price immediately began to fall. For a moment, everyone stared with wide eyes, maybe the Tungsten Demon King was going to end today.

"Throw it away! Throw it away!" Someone in the trading room of Schroder Group shouted nervously.

John looked unhappy and asked the person next to him, "Has Lu Feng's phone been connected?"

"Not connected yet."

The price of tungsten ore has dropped from US$80,000 to US$76,000, and is still falling. The selling price above is very heavy, and most people cannot handle it at all.

When Robertson saw Soros selling, he immediately joined in. The market pressure increased instantly. Seeing this, retail investors holding futures ran away one after another, not daring to participate in this war. They were afraid that if the market squatted, they would be killed. The family was broken up and everyone died.

South Africa, at 11 o'clock in the evening, Lu Feng had already fallen asleep. The meetings in the past few days made him feel particularly tired and helpless. He heard the ringtone of his cell phone in a daze, struggled to wake up from his sleep, and reached out to fumble around. After waiting for a long time, I got the phone, picked up the phone and asked, "Who is this?"

"Mr. Lu, Mr. John wants to talk to you." The other end of the phone looked very anxious. After a few seconds, the phone was handed over to John's hand, and then John eagerly asked about the situation of the tungsten mine in South Africa.

Lu Feng turned on the bedside lamp and leaned on the bedside, recounted the recent events, and said, "I can only tell you that I will try my best, and God will bless me for the rest."

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