Return To 1990

Back at the hotel, Lu Feng was sitting in the restaurant, looking at the standard smile on Butler Wang in front of him.

Every era has wounds in every era, that is, these people have low knowledge, but they are extremely eager to get everything they want through a simple thing.

It's like playing a drum to pass flowers, except that these things pass fried eggs, which will eventually explode in one person's hands.

In life, people have their own desires, and when they get what they want, they begin to put forward their own demands toward some unwarranted things. These qigong masters use the banners of curing diseases, longevity, wealth, and social status.

In fact, from the point of view, it is enough to see that the people of this era are full of various desires. They are struggling in the tide of the times and can stand above the tide, but only a few people, the rest are all submerged.

The operation of these masters has the shadow of various micro-loan methods in later generations, promising all kinds of illusory things, stimulating the desires in the hearts of the people, constantly hinting you, and then making you feel at ease in an instant.

It also understands the essence of marketing!

Lu Feng laughed at himself. He does not reject capital. He has been in business for two generations. He has long understood a truth. Capital is easy to manage, but people's hearts are difficult to manage. Capitalists' hearts are even more difficult to manage. .

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

A well-dressed waiter next to him saw that Lu Feng didn't do anything, and while introducing, he cut the food and put it on the plate in front of Lu Feng.

"You go out!"

Butler Wang came over, hunched over, and said, "What's wrong with what we're doing? You can give us your opinion, and we'll improve it immediately."

"I just want to be quiet!"

"Okay!" Butler Wang waved at everyone, and everyone walked out.

Lu Feng was sitting alone in a large room eating, feeling quite 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.

A person is sitting quietly in a dark room, and the city outside the window is already brightly lit.

"It's hypocritical!"

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

Everyone has moments like this,

Touched by something, the whole person fell into silence for a moment, and began to sigh about life. After a long sigh, there was a burst of emptiness.

The difference is that poor people have no one to talk about. Even if they do, they will be laughed at and scolded for being hypocritical. Lu Feng is different. He can call many people, and no one will talk about him. Instead, he will have a feeling of empathy. status.

If you have money, you can make people feel the same way about you!

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

The matter of Lu Feng's disappearance is still fermenting, and the matter has developed to the point where, let alone outsiders, even people in the circle can't see the fog clearly.

The three words Weipuda have always been accompanied by controversy, and there is no lack of topicality. Under the night, major newspapers are busy with the layout of tomorrow's news. When selecting news types, many newspapers are concerned about Jiafeng Electronics. on the front page.

In addition, the banks that Jiafeng Electronics contacted were all overwhelmed by various interview calls. After Zhuang Yuntian heard the news, he was so frightened that he couldn't even eat. He called Lu Feng several times and no one answered.

Then I called the company's business office. Due to the too many calls for interviews, I couldn't get through. Zhuang Yuntian, who was in Xiangjiang, understood at this moment what it means to live like a year.

If the 50 million yuan was really lost, he would not be able to jump off the building in time, and even called Huang Youwei's office in a hurry.

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 sleeping soundly.

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

Jian Jian was wearing an off-the-shoulder evening dress, looking for a target with a wine glass in his hand. In a few days, there were many bosses who approached them, but when it came to financial-related issues, his face immediately changed.

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

The pointed model Jinlian walked away, halfway through, an ugly, short bald man stared at her with glowing eyes, stretched out his hand and grabbed her slender arm, and said, "Beauty, have a drink!"

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

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

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

Especially when she stayed with Lu Feng recently, she really hated this kind of ugly and frustrated man, and she couldn't even act in a show.

"Please respect me." Jianjian shook off his hand and left.

After the man was rejected, his face was a little annoyed, and he scolded, turned his eyes, and saw another girl, hehe smiled, and walked over with a bit of drunkenness.

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

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

"You came the day before yesterday to attend the banquet hosted by President Zhao. You had a great time chatting with me that day!"

"Forget, there are so many people coming and going, how can I remember." He simply said, "I don't have the heart to play with you, and I don't have the money to play with you."

"It's vulgar to mention money, I like to talk about love." Jian Jian touched the cup and said, "Drink one."

President Yang was a little surprised. After all, how many women in this place don't talk about money?

Yuanyuan and Qianqian saw that she was looking for President Yang again, and they hurried over. The three beauties were with each other, and the atmosphere was warm, but President Yang always seemed to be very worried.

"If you have anything on your mind, you can tell us, it will be much better if you say it."

"Yeah, did you quarrel with your wife?"

"My wife and I haven't seen each other for almost two years. If it's about her, it's easy to say." Mr. Yang sighed, unable to hold back the words in his heart. Said: "Out of the hole."

"Hole? What hole?"

"Financial hole, a big hole of 700,000 yuan, this quarter will be over soon, I can't hide it!" Yang Zongchou covered his face with his hands. At the beginning of the year, he embezzled one million from the company and used it to make it for a friend. Bridge, it took 15 days and it turned out that it was two or three months, and there was still 700,000 to pay.

Short of money?

Qianqian's three girls looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

"For a boss like you, 700,000 is still a small amount of money?"

"I have 700,000, but I don't have cash. My car, house, and shares can't be cashed in for a while!" Mr. Yang said, the more worried he became, and he took a glass of wine and drank it.

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

"Mr. Yang, I have a way to get 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 first-hand trading information, and he can make a steady profit without losing money."

When Mr. Yang heard this, he immediately remembered that there are many girls here, dangling and dazzling, all of them are vases, but Yuanyuan, the girl who understands finance, is still fresh in his memory.

"Is there a business that can make a profit without losing money?" Mr. Yang asked suspiciously.

"You can give it a try. The three of us have been investing. I'll tell you the truth. After pulling you in, you will give us 0.5% of your profits."

"How much is the stable income?"

"Fifteen percent, but they will charge 5 percent and give us 0.5 percent."

When President Yang heard such a high handling fee, he believed it in his heart. After all, it was a high profit. Where would the world get lunch for nothing? He is a businessman, and he is more willing to believe that others work for their own interests.

After a little pondering, he still decided to give it a try, and he was already forced to do so.

"Where is this man?"

"I'll take you to see you tomorrow."

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

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The hurried knock on the door completely woke Lu Feng, who was about to wake up. He sat up and said unhappily, "Who is it?"

"It's me, Yuanyuan!"

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

"Someone invested money!" Yuanyuan exclaimed excitedly, "It's a rich boss, like the general manager of some company."

"Is that so?" Lu Feng opened his confused eyes, stepped aside in front of the door, let her in, and asked, "Did you meet in the Golden Palace of Marshal Xu?"

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

Yuanyuan explained the matter in its entirety. Of course, she would not tell Lu Feng that when she was in the Golden Palace, she was scolded by those bosses. Instead, she said how she learned about finance these days and had done her homework. Show a positive look.

That sentence is really good. If you say that a girl who is in finance is in trouble, it will definitely be degenerate, but when a young lady is picking up customers, she still works hard to study finance, which is a lot of inspiration.

While saying that she was working hard, Yuanyuan also spoiled the words of Jianjian and Qianqian. When she saw the boss, she would throw her arms in her arms, and what kind of games did she play with a few old men. Connected.

Lu Feng naturally understood what she meant, and didn't say much, as long as he was sure that he was from the circle of Dashuai Xu.

"How much?"

"I don't know. He doesn't seem to believe it very much. It is estimated that he voted less for the first time."

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

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

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