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The police arrived late and were blocked by club staff. The bodyguards led the police to open the door of Lu Feng's room. A few minutes later, Lu Feng was taken away wearing only a nightgown. Several people were standing guard at the door. The reporter slapped Lu Feng.

Several paparazzi went back to hand over the photos. Because they were afraid that they would be caught, Feng Zhicheng refused to pay them. The few people never mentioned the matter. After picking out a few photos, the few people took the money and left immediately.

Feng Zhicheng looked at several photos in front of him. One of them was taken from an angle that looked like Lu Feng was looking at Feng Zhiyao affectionately. The two seemed to be holding hands, and the other one was holding their arms around their shoulders and looked like their faces. Close to the face.

Feng Zhicheng smiled with a hint of evil humor. He wanted to see what Lu Feng would do tomorrow.

The photo was sent to many newspapers, and the writer began to look at the photo overnight and use his imagination to write a story of several thousand words about the drama of a domineering president falling in love with a rich man.

It is daytime on Wall Street at this moment. Tiger Fund and Quantum Fund have begun to build positions in Thai baht and are quietly acquiring shares in the market. This time, it is not just the two companies, but most of Wall Street is involved, wanting to buy in Thai baht. Confining a country's exchange rate cannot be accomplished by one or two funds.

Soros originally thought he could make a big profit from tungsten ore futures, but he ended up with a small loss, which made him very unhappy. In addition, he heard in the past few days that Jiafeng Group was selling tungsten mines in South Africa. , he also called a number of mining companies, hoping that they would not acquire it and that in a few years, the price could be reduced by half.

But several mining companies couldn't afford to wait. They originally planned to let local wealthy families act as white gloves to take over the mining industry, but this time it proved that white gloves can sometimes cause trouble, so it was better to take control in their own hands.

Many companies have contacted Jiafeng's branch in South Africa, but it is difficult to get results within half a year. In the end, the processing rights of these minerals still belong to Wall Street.

At the same time, senior officials in the United States also called Maha to express dissatisfaction with helping Lu Feng transport the lithography machine. Maha denied it on the phone and asked them to provide evidence, otherwise it would be slander. .

Of course the United States has no evidence, but this does not affect their actions at all. Maha is still thinking in his heart, as long as he is not caught, the other party can't do anything. He can't fight over this matter, right?

Xiangjiang, late at night, Lu Feng was released from the police station on bail. Su Yourong looked at him in his nightgown with a gloomy expression. He walked out of the police station and got into the car and asked, "Where are your clothes?"

"It's in the bag, go back and change it." Lu Feng leaned on his seat and felt a little tired, and said, "Let's drive back, I'm tired."

"Look for three of them. If you're not tired, who is?" Su Yourong said in a strange tone.

"What's your tone? I'm not thinking about the overall situation. I told you that people taking pictures of me will cause trouble." Lu Feng said helplessly.

"So you're only looking for three?" Su Yourong stared at him and asked.

Lu Feng clicked his tongue and looked for a cigarette in his pocket. He didn't find it. He picked up her lady's cigarette and lit one. He looked out the car window and said, "You are boring, very boring."

"To prove that you're not a gay, why don't you come to me?" Su Yourong stretched out his hand and pulled Lu Feng and said, "You're going to wrong me, right?"

"What? Our relationship has to be exposed. It won't be good for you."

"What's wrong? I'm single and you're single too. What do I have to fear from you? Or are you getting married again?" Su Yourong said angrily: "I like playing so much, so I'll go back and play a hundred times later!"

Lu Feng opened the car door, took down his clothes bag and left.

"What are you doing?"

"Find a hotel to sleep in. It's safe to stay with the bodyguards!" Lu Feng got into the car behind him without looking back, and then several cars went straight to the hotel.

Su Yourong could feel that the two of them had reached a critical stage. Whether they were lovers or lovers, they all said they had the seven-year itch. In fact, if two people have been together for more than a year, the novelty has been lost.

When two people test each other to see if they like themselves, it's like opening a blind box, with hope in their hearts, and at the same time, they secretly hope for good things to come.

When you open the blind box and get what you want, from being ecstatic at first to not leaving it day and night, to finally exploring all the subtleties in the blind box, everything returns to a boring feeling.

For ordinary people, life is just day after day, not to bravely pursue higher goals, but to try not to let the condition of survival get close to them.

Su Yourong was also a little tired of Lu Feng, but she couldn't find a more suitable one. Before she was thirty, she felt that she didn't care about marriage, but after she turned thirty, she knew why the word "human" was a word. It was made up of a combination of two people, because two people need someone to rely on.

With her wealth and status, there are only three choices: creating a first generation, a rich second generation, and a pretty boy. She knows that many people support the pretty boy, but the final result is just a transaction.

When the material world is satisfied, the spiritual world becomes a priceless treasure.

What's more, Lu Feng can help her a lot, and the two of them have known each other for so many years.

Su Yourong's mood was a little complicated. She sighed with a depressed expression, lit a cigarette, and drove back.

Early the next morning, almost all the headlines in Xiangjiang's major newspapers were occupied by Lu Feng. At a glance, 80% of the newspapers were filled with photos of Lu Feng, making him the biggest celebrity in the area.

The TV media also took turns to bombard it, and even called in various experts to discuss and ridicule.

"We want to know. I heard that the club Mr. Lu went to is very expensive. Logically speaking, such a place should be very safe. How could it be investigated?" the host teased.

"I think there may be too much noise. Think about it, there are three foreign women. But in comparison, what do I think about the love between Mr. Lu and Feng Zhiyao?" The female host said with a gossipy face: " Mr. Lu really has two flowers!"

The host on the TV was chatting with a smile. Feng Zhicheng in front of the TV couldn't laugh it off. He really couldn't understand why Lu Feng was going out to play at this time? And he got caught?

Feng Zhicheng immediately understood after a moment's thought that the paparazzi last night had definitely been caught. Lu Feng had just made this move. Although it had changed the direction of public opinion, there was not so much information to dig out, and gossip reporters would not pursue it. Dig deep.

"Hold!!"

Feng Zhicheng cursed angrily and kicked the coffee table, looking furious.

Lu Feng arrived at the villa at ten o'clock in the morning. Feng Zhiyao was already waiting. Lu Feng walked in and said to him: "There will be a press conference in half an hour. If you don't hear from the court in a while, just cancel it and announce your father again." Seriously ill."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Brother Feng."

"It's just a little punishment. After all, we have known each other for such a long time, so it's nothing to endure this little hardship for you." Lu Feng patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go change clothes."

Within ten minutes, the two got in the car and went straight to the press conference. They did not receive any news from the court until the opening ceremony.

Facing a team of dozens of reporters, Feng Zhiyao scolded Feng Zhicheng, then talked about Mr. Feng's condition, took out a copy of his will and showed it to reporters, and finally ended with the rule of law in Hong Kong, hoping that The law will protect one's property, and at the same time, it is hoped that the law can punish unfilial children.

Whether there are laws in Hong Kong now has once again aroused public discussion. Patten's phone calls were almost flooded, but he refused to answer them. He only sent a few minions to deal with them. They said not to believe one side of the story and would give him a few words. Give fair answers and so on.

In the afternoon, Feng Zhiyao announced the withdrawal of the lawsuit and stated that Mr. Feng’s condition was even worse and he had entered the rescue stage.

Feng Zhicheng called one after another, and every message made him extremely painful. He called Patten and answered his call at first, but later he couldn't get through at all.

Feng Zhicheng had no choice but to call John. It was already midnight in London, and John was unbearably annoyed by him. After picking up the phone, Feng Zhicheng explained the situation again, hoping to get help, and said that as long as he took control of Sun Hung Kai, he would be able to control Sun Hung Kai in the next five years. The annual meeting will provide John with a performance of no less than one billion.

"One billion? It's useless to give me 10 billion now. The decision-making power is not in our hands. When is it now? Go to the mainland and have a look. There is a countdown in the square over there. People just want to pass the law. Solve it, believe it or not, if this side speaks out or intervenes, there will be movement over there immediately."

"Then what? A crisis? Or a war? Besides, this is obviously all planned, one link after another. Your father's condition is so cooperative that he immediately becomes seriously ill as soon as the lawsuit is withdrawn?"

"The time is too tight, there is no room for maneuver, the relationship is too rigid, and the nodes are too sensitive. This is a blitzkrieg. Don't you understand?"

John scolded Feng Zhicheng on the phone, and then warned him not to call him again and disturb him from sleeping.

Listening to the busy signal on the phone, Feng Zhicheng threw the phone on the ground casually. He was unwilling to give in, but no one cared about him now. It was like a check. When he first met, he was happy. When he found that the check could not be cashed, he used it to wipe it. My butt is too hard.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, Feng Zhiyao contacted many media and officially announced that Mr. Feng, the founder of Sun Hung Kai, had passed away due to illness, marking the death of a generation of financial tycoons.

This news is definitely explosive news for the media. From the time when the Feng family's feud was revealed to now, everything happened too fast, giving people an unreal feeling.

That night, Feng Zhiyao led people back to the old house, broke all the door locks, hired a large number of security personnel to handle the door, and began to decorate the mourning hall overnight.

Even if Feng Zhicheng wants to prevent Feng Zhiyao from returning to his old house, now that Mr. Feng has passed away, he has no reason to stop him. Many people have stayed up all night. The sky has turned white and is surrounded by white silk. But despite the crying, Feng Zhiyao is just silent. Sitting in the yard, holding a cigarette in his hand.

It was so quiet, the dead silence before dawn!

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