Chapter 279: Some People Must Die
"Xiao Fu, your skills have declined!"
Lin Feng commented while wiping sweat.
Li Fu vigorously rubbed his body, wincing in pain:
"Brother Feng, it's not that I've declined; it's that you've improved."
"You've gotten stronger again."
Lin Feng was slightly startled:
"I've gotten stronger?"
Li Fu sighed:
"Everyone says Tin Hung's progress is faster than anyone else's."
"But if you ask me, that kid will never catch up to you in his lifetime."
"Don't forget, you two are only three years apart!"
"Tin Hung is seventeen this year, and you are only twenty."
At this point, even the usually ascetic Li Fu felt it was unfair.
A Grandmaster at twenty, who would believe it?
No one understood the hardship of martial arts practice better than Li Fu.
To improve one's skills, there was only one secret—hard practice!
Not a single day of slack.
Training in the coldest winter and the hottest summer. Rain or shine, diligently and tirelessly.
This was the attitude for martial arts practice.
Did you think that was all?
No!
You also had to constantly find experts to spar with, training your muscle reactions.
No matter how well you practiced forms, if your muscles couldn't react, you'd end up with clumsy, ineffective punches.
Li Fu truly endured a lot of hardship for his martial arts training.
He was naturally a martial arts prodigy, with far fewer desires for other things.
If his clothes were torn, he'd mend them and wear them again.
As for food, a mouthful to fill his stomach was enough.
He had virtually no other desires.
If it weren't to improve his family's living standards, Li Fu would never have come to Hong Kong.
Fairly speaking, among his peers, few could surpass Li Fu.
Wang Jianjun was formidable, right?
But compared to Li Fu, he was slightly specialized.
He was still not as good as Li Fu.
Li Fu felt his own kung fu was decent.
At least Hung Hing's martial arts fanatic, the so-called Hung Hing God of War Kam Tze-tai, was slightly inferior to him.
If he continued at this pace, by the time he reached his prime, around thirty or forty, he had hopes of becoming a Master.
Then he met Lin Feng, and only then did he realize what a true genius was!
You see, when Li Fu met Lin Feng, the other party was only seventeen.
Despite being several years older than Lin Feng, his skills were completely crushed.
This made Li Fu doubt whether he was truly cut out for martial arts.
It wasn't until three years later, when he met another genius, the Blue-haired Kid, that Li Fu confirmed—I am also a genius.
Li Fu was certain that at seventeen, his kung fu was comparable to the Blue-haired Kid's, perhaps even slightly superior.
But, he was definitely no match for Lin Feng.
These were opponents on two different levels.
A Master at seventeen... Was Lin Ho-lung, who was said to be able to fight three hundred men alone in his prime, that formidable?
Li Fu thought it was unlikely, right?
What made him particularly envious was how young Lin Feng was.
Only twenty!
In martial arts, youth always had an advantage.
Why did Lok Tin-hung repeatedly challenge Li Fu and others, failing but never getting discouraged?
The reason was that he was young, and his body hadn't fully matured yet.
The human body has its own laws: growth in youth, maturity in prime, and slow decline in old age.
Birth, old age, sickness, and death are natural laws.
Wellness masters could live young, with white hair and youthful looks in their twilight years, their vitality like a child's.
This was merely due to good care and slower aging.
Lok Tin-hung hadn't reached his peak yet; he had infinite possibilities, so even if he was severely beaten by Li Fu and others, he still had a bright future.
Of course, there were also examples in the Republic of China era of masters who only began martial arts at forty and later achieved master status.
However, Li Fu suspected that such a master was originally a martial arts prodigy who had been delayed.
If he had started practicing martial arts in his youth, let alone a Master, he might even have become a Grandmaster.
But the one before him was a true Grandmaster.
How did he practice?
Li Fu's words, however, startled Lin Feng:
"Am I only twenty?"
Li Fu didn't want to speak.
He thought, don't you even remember your own age?
Lin Feng was a little dazed.
It wasn't that he was showing off; he genuinely couldn't remember his age.
In his youth, he remembered his age clearly.
But after starting work, having social engagements, getting married and having children, with all sorts of chaotic things piling up... one day he gradually forgot how old he actually was.
He didn't know if it was a conscious forgetting, or if he was afraid... After transmigrating, although the consciousnesses of the two Lin Fengs merged, the soul from before the transmigration was dominant.
Naturally, he didn't remember his birthday either.
Lin Feng suddenly smiled, "So I'm still so young, that's really great!"
Li Fu vigorously rubbed his body, completely relaxing, and said bluntly:
"Brother Feng, I won't spar with you alone anymore."
"I can't win; I just get thrashed."
After sparring, it's crucial to completely relax the muscles, otherwise, hidden injuries can easily accumulate.
Many martial arts masters had short lifespans, mostly due to hidden injuries sustained during sparring.
Lin Feng teased:
"You're the big brother; you have to set an example for Tin Hung."
"Look how energetic Tin Hung is."
"Even after being brutally beaten by all of you, he didn't complain."
Li Fu pouted,
"Tin Hung is young, lacks worldly experience, and is easily fooled."
"Besides, that kid has great ambitions; he's determined to become the number one in the world."
"I have no ambition to dominate the martial arts world, so forget about it."
Lin Feng smiled, but still reminded him:
"You need to stay active appropriately."
"Now, you're no longer the lone wolf of the past; you not only have to fulfill my assistant duties but also manage Thunder Security."
"But this doesn't mean you don't have your own life."
Lin Feng said something particularly annoying:
"You need a little space for yourself, like your own woman."
Li Fu's mouth twitched, not wanting to respond.
After a long while, he suddenly remembered something, so he pulled out a newspaper:
"Brother Feng, I want to do this thing."
Lin Feng clapped his hands:
"It's rare to see you so proactive."
He took the newspaper and saw it was a notice seeking a killer.
Li Fu's expression was solemn:
"This was written by an amateur; most people wouldn't openly advertise hiring a killer in a newspaper."
"However, this person did."
"I checked; it's not a prank."
"The publisher is Uncle Liang, a lonely old man. Forty years ago, when Okamoto occupied Hong Kong, his entire family was killed by a certain Okamoto soldier."
"Now, he is old and probably doesn't have much longer to live."
"He wants to kill his enemy before he dies."
"Uncle Liang has no money, only a box of military notes to offer."
"I checked, and his enemy has become a Tsukamoto Do."
"Brother Feng, please allow me to do this."
Lin Feng glared at him:
"Do you think I would stop you?"
"You should know my attitude towards them."
"Tsukamoto Do? Revenge fund?"
"Heh, do I care?"
Li Fu was stunned:
"Brother Feng, what revenge fund?"
Then he realized,
"No, you seem to know a lot about this."
Lin Feng shrugged:
"In Hong Kong, there's very little news I don't know!"
Li Fu was greatly shocked.
Although he was Lin Feng's assistant and knew Lin Feng had astonishing wealth.
However, Lin Feng's intelligence network remained elusive.
Honestly, sometimes he wondered where Lin Feng's information came from.
However, Li Fu was Lin Feng's confidant after all, and he didn't dwell on these things, merely asking for guidance:
"Brother Feng, you just said Uncle Liang's enemy, Tsukamoto Do, has some revenge fund?"
Lin Feng said coldly:
"This scoundrel was a former murderer, committing all kinds of atrocities like burning, killing, and looting."
"Do you think this guy became a small Tycoon after the war for nothing?"
"Wasn't it from plundering?"
"Military notes... this trick of getting something for nothing plundered how much wealth from us back then."
"Tsukamoto Do deserves to die; his head shouldn't remain on his shoulders when he dies."
Li Fu immediately said:
"I will cut off his head."
Li Fu's moral standards were quite high; he couldn't bring himself to bully ordinary people, but he truly enjoyed dealing with such individuals.
Lin Feng nodded slightly:
"Tsukamoto Do knows he has committed too many sins and fears others will come to kill him."
"It's one thing for him to have a large number of bodyguards when he goes out."
"He even set up a revenge fund early on."
"He invests a large sum of money every year."
"Accumulated to now, the revenge fund amounts to one hundred million."
Li Fu gasped:
"One hundred million hong kong dollars, that's a huge sum."
Lin Feng shrugged:
"America dollars!"
Li Fu exclaimed:
"One hundred million America dollars?"
Lin Feng said indifferently:
"Otherwise, why would he be called a Tycoon?"
"Actually, you don't need to be nervous. One hundred million US dollars sounds like a lot, but if you convert it, it's less than eight hundred million hong kong dollars."
Li Fu gave a wry smile:
"Eight hundred million hong kong dollars isn't a small amount, is it?"
Lin Feng said in a deep voice:
"Cheuk Tze-keung was able to extort 1.04 billion hong kong dollars from the Tycoon… is eight hundred million still a lot?"
Li Fu shook his head repeatedly:
"You can't calculate things that way, can you?"
Lin Feng asked:
"Tsukamoto Do has a revenge fund. Are you still going to do this?"
Li Fu said in a deep voice:
"A man of integrity knows what to do and what not to do."
"I am determined to kill Tsukamoto!"
When he said this, there was no hesitation in him!
Lin Feng nodded in satisfaction:
"I allow you to use Thunder Security's resources to do this."
Li Fu blurted out:
"Brother Feng, isn't this inappropriate?"
"Thunder Security has already made a name for itself in Hong Kong. If it's damaged, everyone will be against us."
Lin Feng scoffed:
"Do you really think I established Thunder Security just to earn those security fees?"
Li Fu said with a wry smile:
"That's not a small sum."
"Recently, public order in Hong Kong has been poor, especially with the incidents involving Grand Duke Andrei and the Tycoon, which have made all the Tycoons feel insecure."
"Their demand for security is very high."
"The annual employment cost for one of our security teams is as high as one million hong kong dollars."
"This is not a small income."
Lin Feng reminded him:
"Do you still remember my original intention for establishing Thunder Security?"
Li Fu blurted out:
"You're serious?"
At that time, Li Fu had asked Lin Feng what would happen if no one hired security personnel after Thunder Security was established.
It should be known that the salaries of these security personnel were not low.
At that time, Lin Feng told Li Fu that if the situation was not turbulent, he could arrange for turbulence.
Li Fu had always thought Lin Feng was joking.
Lin Feng shrugged:
"Benny is eventually going to the Red Bear."
"Thunder Security's main work location is not in Hong Kong."
"I am very patriotic."
Li Fu was slightly relieved:
"Then where is it?"
Lin Feng said seriously:
"Aside from Mainland, anywhere is possible."
Li Fu's mouth fell open, and after a long while, he sighed:
"Brother Feng, I can't compare to your vision."
Lin Feng shrugged:
"What vision? It's just constantly climbing to make money."
Li Fu firmly disbelieved him.
Following Lin Feng, he was also a wealthy person with some fortune.
Compared to Tycoons, like the Tycoon, he was far inferior, but to say he wasn't a rich man would be nonsense.
Even though he had money, Li Fu didn't feel that his vision had improved at all.
He just wanted to follow Lin Feng well and tag along with any good investment plans Brother Feng had.
Where would such a high vision come from?
On the contrary, Li Fu felt his vision was getting lower and lower—he only wanted to follow Lin Feng. What Lin Feng disliked, he also disliked; what Lin Feng liked, he also liked.
Naturally, he became Lin Feng's shadow.
Lin Feng waved his hand:
"You just do as I say."
"Tsukamoto Do, that Old Japanese Devil, is very afraid of death. No matter where he goes, he will prioritize his own safety."
"Even in a hotel, he will build a secret room."
"Using bulletproof glass to ensure his safety."
Li Fu frowned:
"Bulletproof glass?"
Lin Feng asked:
"Is it tricky?"
Li Fu thought for a moment:
"I need a high-powered firearm."
"That way, even if one shot isn't enough, with two or three shots combined, I don't believe this glass won't shatter!"
Lin Feng gave a thumbs up:
"Correct thinking."
"Killing Tsukamoto Do is not difficult. The difficult part is how to deal with the global assassins that follow."
Li Fu was startled:
"Global assassins?"
Lin Feng nodded:
"That's one hundred million US dollars."
"Wealth moves people's hearts."
Li Fu frowned:
"I don't care about global assassins, but I'm worried it might affect Brother Feng."
Lin Feng smiled:
"Me?"
"You don't need to worry about that."
He stretched lazily,
"If someone can truly get close to me, I'd actually like to have a good spar with him."
Li Fu suddenly realized—Brother Feng was already a Grandmaster!
It would be a miracle if anyone with ill intentions could get close to him!
A Grandmaster at twenty, how did he cultivate?
Lin Feng said calmly:
"Xiao Fu, that Old Japanese Devil, Tsukamoto Do, is in your hands. Don't be polite with me, you must kill him properly."
"Of course, if it's inconvenient for you, then I'll do it."
Li Fu quickly said:
"Brother Feng, you don't need to act against that Old Japanese Devil, I'll do it."
Lin Feng thought for a moment and said:
"That works too."
"How about this, there's no time like the present. Call Jian Jun, and go now."
Li Fu was startled:
"What?"
"Go now?"
Lin Feng said indifferently:
"That Old Japanese Devil has already arrived in Hong Kong, and I don't want him to continue living."
"It's rare for me to feel murderous towards someone, shouldn't you do a good job for me?"
"Kill him!"
Li Fu immediately said:
"Yes, Brother Feng!"
However, just as he was about to leave, the phone rang.
Li Fu answered the phone, completely bewildered:
"Brother Feng, I don't understand what the other party is saying, he's speaking gibberish."
Lin Feng took the phone and listened, it was Donald:
"Don, you called me so soon?"
Donald was very frustrated:
"Lin, can I get your help?"
Lin Feng smiled:
"Of course!"
"How about this, I'll have my assistant pick you up. Now, where are you?"
Donald gave the address.
Lin Feng instructed Li Fu:
"The Jin Mao I met tonight is asking for my help."
"Go pick him up."
"Then you go find Jian Jun and kill that Old Japanese Devil."
"I don't want him to see tomorrow's sun."
Li Fu said in a deep voice:
"Brother Feng, I won't let you down."
Half an hour later, Jin Mao Donald was picked up and brought to Lin Feng's villa.
Jin Mao, while drinking the iced cola handed to him by Li Fu, belatedly exclaimed:
"Lin, so you are a hidden Tycoon in Hong Kong."
Lin Feng shrugged:
"I originally thought you had realized this long ago. This is quite disappointing."
Donald defended himself:
"It's not my fault!"
"You're too understated."
Lin Feng looked at him amusedly:
"No, no, no, I think you should have known it immediately."
Donald put down the iced cola he had taken a sip of and asked in confusion:
"Why would you make such a judgment?"
Lin Feng shrugged:
"I originally had a good impression of you, thinking you were a qualified and successful businessman."
Donald immediately said:
"No one understands how to be a successful businessman better than me. I had already successfully done a large business deal when I was eighteen."
"That was a very good business, and it earned me my first pot of gold."
Lin Feng smiled:
"If I remember correctly, you partnered with your father."
Donald paused slightly, emphasizing:
"Connections are also a necessary condition for a successful business."
"Unfortunately, my network of connections in Hong Kong is not enough."
Lin Feng poked at him, then returned to the original topic.
"So Donald, let me tell you why you should have understood immediately that I am not an ordinary person."
Donald perked up his ears, he was very confused.
"Although you are a somewhat successful businessman, that is only in America."
"Globally, you have no reputation."
Donald gave a wry smile repeatedly:
"That's right, I originally wanted to meet the four Tycoons of Hong Kong to get their funding."
"Unfortunately, as you predicted, the Tycoon didn't want to see me at all, and although the other Tycoons met with me, they only gave me five minutes out of courtesy."
"They all didn't want to invest in me."
"Lin, you are truly astute."
Lin Feng said calmly:
"Astuteness is a virtue that successful businessmen should possess."
"Think about it, you're not even a nationally renowned businessman in America, so why could I, far away in Hong Kong, recognize your background at a glance?"
"Not only recognizing your background, but also knowing your purpose for coming here…"
Donald was startled, suddenly stood up, and stomped his feet repeatedly:
"That's right, why is that?"
"If it were an ordinary person, it would be impossible to notice my news at all…"
"I should have seen long ago that you are an extraordinary person."
Lin Feng shrugged:
"Don, information is wealth!"
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Chapter 280: Casually Laying a Pawn
"Information is wealth."
Lin Feng, while smoking a cigar, spoke eloquently,
"Since ancient times, those who control information control wealth."
"You are a qualified businessman; you should understand this principle best."
"I won't explain this to you using the language of my Mainland; I will explain it using something you are most familiar with."
Donald's spirits lifted, and he asked:
"For example?"
Lin Feng smiled:
"The rise of the Rothschild family."
Donald looked on with respect.
Lin Feng shrugged:
"The Rothschild family is remarkable. In its heyday, its influence spread throughout the entire Western world."
"Even prominent families in America were merely their vassals."
"There are even rumors that World War II was ignited by their greed."
"But do you know how the Rothschild family rose to prominence?"
"It's dead simple—by controlling information!"
"Their primary area of activity was London."
"However, they spent tens of thousands of fortunes, sending countless people to various parts of Europe."
"Once an event capable of influencing the market occurred, they would rush back by any means necessary."
"Even being half a day ahead was enough for the Rothschild family to stir up trouble in the stock, bond, and futures markets, among others."
"With this single strategy, they became an unprecedented behemoth in European history."
"Such a behemoth will never exist again."
Donald frowned:
"The Rothschild family is indeed powerful, but your statement is too absolute."
"Surely, someone will break that record eventually?"
Lin Feng chuckled:
"Europe's history is very short, and they don't truly understand the real dangers of such Tycoons."
"However, World War II started because of them. Do you think European countries wouldn't take precautions?"
Donald fell silent.
Lin Feng continued:
"I can know about you, Donald, even from Hong Kong. I can also know what you are doing here."
"I can even predict the success or failure of your trip."
"At this point, haven't you reacted yet?"
Donald was startled and moved.
"Lin, are you a prophet?"
Lin Feng glanced at him; the Jin Mao's eyes gleamed.
"I don't believe in your God."
"So I am not your prophet."
"I just put in more effort than you."
"As I said, in Hong Kong, there's very little news I don't know."
Donald was greatly shocked:
"Can it be explained like that?"
Lin Feng shrugged:
"Otherwise? Do you want me to tell you that I've been monitoring you since America?"
Donald shook his head:
"I'm not some important figure, so why would anyone monitor me?"
Lin Feng teased:
"You will become an important figure in the future."
"Because you met me!"
Donald was overjoyed:
"Receiving your praise is truly a joyful thing."
"I will strive to become an important figure."
Lin Feng said earnestly:
"Believe me!"
"You will become an important figure."
Donald said with a bitter smile:
"But my capital chain is about to break. If I can't make up the difference, I'll go bankrupt!"
Lin Feng shrugged:
"Do you remember that business card I gave you?"
Donald's spirits lifted, then he shook his head again:
"You mean you can help me, right?"
"If you were a second or third-generation rich person, it might be possible."
"You are too young..."
Lin Feng smiled:
"Indeed, I am not a second or third-generation rich person, but I can help you."
Donald's eyes widened:
"Ah?"
Lin Feng said with amusement:
"You've been doing business since college, so do you really think there's no one else who started from scratch at this age besides you?"
"As far as I know, many people start businesses at this age."
"For example, Bill and Paul, like you, are very young entrepreneurs. Well, they are many years younger than you."
Donald's eyes were as wide as brass bells:
"You pay so much attention to America?"
Lin Feng shrugged:
"Isn't that normal? Capital has no borders. I'll tell you quietly, I hold quite a few shares in both of them."
"I am very optimistic about their future."
"This stock will surely make me a lot of money."
Donald didn't care about Lin Feng's investments:
"Dear Lin, will you help me?"
Lin Feng retorted, "How much money do you need?"
Donald quickly said:
"I need two hundred million US dollars..."
He looked at Lin Feng's expression and immediately corrected himself,
"No, no, one hundred million US dollars will be enough."
Lin Feng said with amusement:
"You can think about it some more."
Donald drank his iced cola to hide his emotions, but as the cola entered his mouth, he couldn't help but frown—
Sure enough, the first sip of cola was always garbage; it should be thrown in the trash.
Gulp, gulp, gulp.
After finishing the iced cola, Donald finally said:
"Lin, I should tell you the truth."
"Two hundred million US dollars would alleviate my capital chain and leave me with some liquid funds."
"However, I've actually found a very good project that requires an additional two hundred million US dollars."
"If it's convenient for you, I would be extremely grateful."
Lin Feng smiled:
"Four hundred million US dollars? That's really not much."
Donald couldn't believe his ears, suddenly stood up, and was so excited he almost danced, waving his hands.
"Lin, you agreed to invest in me?"
Lin Feng wondered:
"When did I agree to you?"
Donald said disappointedly:
"But just now, your meaning was clearly..."
Lin Feng sighed:
"A large investment of four hundred million US dollars, how could it be finalized based on your empty words alone?"
"This is a very large investment. If it were you, wouldn't you be careful and cautious?"
Donald had a flash of inspiration:
"But you understand me!"
Lin Feng laughed heartily:
"That's right, I understand you."
Donald was confident:
"Since you understand me, you naturally won't refuse to invest in me like other Tycoons in Hong Kong."
"Those who refused me will surely regret it."
"That Tycoon who wouldn't even see me will also regret it!"
"I will surely become a great person in the future..."
"Lin, invest in me, and you will definitely receive a considerable return."
Lin Feng said unhurriedly:
"You are shrewd and petty."
"Being your enemy is terrifying; you hold grudges for decades."
"But being your ally doesn't necessarily lead to a good outcome. When you need to, you never hesitate to act against your allies."
Donald didn't feel embarrassed:
"Yes, that's right, that's me!"
"This is the law of capital operation, isn't it?"
Lin Feng shrugged:
"Then just do things according to the laws of capital."
"I will invest enough capital in you."
"However, I am a businessman and need to earn sufficient profit."
Donald immediately said:
"I will give you sufficient returns. How about a three percent profit?"
Lin Feng sneered:
"If there's only a three percent profit, why would I invest in you?"
"Short-term interbank lending profits can reach ten percent!"
"Wouldn't it be better for me to lend to a bank?"
"You should know that Tycoons like me with so much cash are hard to find."
Donald nodded in agreement.
This was precisely why he had traveled all over the world seeking investment.
True Tycoons never let their capital sit idle.
Especially in America, idle capital incurs significant taxes.
This is simply unacceptable for Tycoons!
Therefore, reasonable tax avoidance is their pursuit!
Consequently, although many wealthy businessmen had more wealth than Donald, and theoretically should have been able to easily produce four hundred million US dollars... there were not many who actually had the financial capacity to immediately produce that much money.
Furthermore, Donald was involved in traditional real estate, which made him less trusted by financial investment institutions—during this period, many banks had collapsed due to real estate explosions.
Donald truly couldn't raise enough money in America, which is why he came to Hong Kong to seek help from the four Tycoons.
The reason was quite simple: only real estate Tycoons would have confidence in Donald's business.
Unfortunately, Donald's hopes were dashed.
Three of the four Tycoons met him out of politeness, but investing was out of the question.
As for the biggest Tycoon, he didn't even want to meet Donald and dismissed him with a single sentence.
By the way, Donald really did follow Lin Feng's advice, first meeting the fourth richest Tycoon, then the third, then the second, and finally the richest Tycoon.
Regardless, one must maintain hope.
However, the process from hope to despair was so stimulating that Donald immediately called Lin Feng—it was truly deep despair, otherwise, how could he possibly call a stranger he had just met at a dinner table?
Especially since this stranger was still a young man.
Lin Feng, like a lion, broke through Jin Mao's mental defenses step by step.
"The fact that you came to me means you've reached a dead end."
Donald stubbornly said, "I will definitely find enough investors."
Lin Feng nodded perfunctorily, "Yes, you'll definitely find them, for example, you found me."
Donald wisely shook his head, "It seems to be the other way around, you should be the one who found me."
Lin Feng smiled, "No, in my Mainland, we call this fate."
"Think about it, with over five billion people worldwide, and our two countries separated by an entire Earth, the probability of us meeting is one in two and a half billion…"
"How small is that probability?"
"To be able to meet means we are fated, so I am willing to give you a business card."
Donald suddenly realized, "Does your business card have something special about it?"
Lin Feng said frankly, "Anyone who holds my business card and calls me for help, no matter what the request, I will do my best to assist him."
Donald gasped, intuitively feeling that this thing was very powerful.
Think about it, if someone without power set such a rule, wouldn't it be laughable?
Conversely, anyone who can truly implement this rule must have considerable power.
Jin Mao immediately said, "Then I would like to ask for your help; I need a loan of 400 million US dollars."
Lin Feng said decisively, "No problem at all."
"My request is also simple: I know you are optimistic about a big project, and I want 30% of that project's profit."
Donald felt a pang of pain, but considering his predicament, he still agreed decisively.
He had no choice, otherwise he would go bankrupt!
Lin Feng extended his hand, and Jin Mao quickly clapped hands with him.
Donald said expectantly, "When will these 400 million US dollars be credited?"
Lin Feng shrugged, "As soon as we sign the contract, it can be credited whenever you want it to be."
Donald was overjoyed, "Then what are we waiting for? Let's sign the contract!"
Lin Feng looked at him curiously, "Don, I think it's better to do such things tomorrow."
Donald was unwilling, "I still want to sign the contract as soon as possible and have the funds transferred to my account tomorrow."
Lin Feng asked, "Did your lawyer come with you?"
Donald was momentarily stunned.
Lin Feng shrugged, "That's not like you."
Jin Mao sincerely admitted his mistake, "Lin, it's my fault, I wanted that investment too much."
In a sense, the foundation of the Western world is lawyers.
Lawyers ensure that wealthy Westerners can do whatever they want, permeating every aspect of life.
Signing contracts is merely one of their most basic functions.
Lin Feng laughed, "You can ask around in Hong Kong about my reputation; I can eat anywhere just by showing my face."
Donald asked curiously, "Lin, what business are you actually in?"
Lin Feng shrugged, "I mainly do angel investing."
"Sometimes I also occasionally invest in a specific person."
Jin Mao suddenly understood, "No wonder you knew my information."
Although angel investors fund various startups, their money doesn't just appear out of thin air; they need to conduct background checks.
Lin Feng laughed heartily, "You think I investigated you?"
Donald asked puzzled, "Didn't you?"
Lin Feng smiled, "I've always been accurate in judging people. I'm investing in you partly because I feel a connection with you, and partly because I believe you will definitely grow into a significant figure in the future."
"Right now, it's just a casual investment."
"In the future, you might give me a sufficient return."
Donald said seriously, "Lin, believe me, I am a man of my word; I don't play games."
Jin Mao said self-deprecatingly, "Perhaps my way of expressing myself is problematic; no one understands being a man of his word better than me, but some people always think I'm bragging."
"It's truly frustrating."
Lin Feng smiled, "Of course, I understand you will keep your word."
Thinking about the actions of this gentleman decades later, Lin Feng really found it hard to imagine any other Western politician who would seriously fulfill his promises to voters.
When do Western politicians ever take that stuff seriously?
This gentleman in front of him does.
Jin Mao wasn't a good person, but he always stated his intentions openly.
He never hid anything.
For this alone, Lin Feng felt that this guy was someone he could get along with.
Donald had relaxed and asked curiously, "Lin, how many people have you given this business card to?"
Lin Feng shrugged, "Three!"
"Two have already been used, and I don't know when the remaining one will be used."
Donald said triumphantly, "So I'm the third one?"
Lin Feng smiled and nodded, "That's right!"
Jin Mao asked curiously, "The first person who asked you for help, how is he doing now?"
Lin Feng casually said, "He also had insufficient funds at the time. I lent him one billion hong kong dollar to enable him to operate in the stock market with enough capital."
"He didn't disappoint me either, successfully sending his biological father to prison."
Donald was speechless for a moment, "Sent his own father to prison?"
Lin Feng smiled, "This matter is very famous in Hong Kong."
"He also has a minor reputation in a certain field in America."
"It concerns other people's privacy, so I'm not convenient to disclose further."
Donald expressed understanding, "Of course, respecting others' privacy is one of our noble virtues."
"Lin, is your main job angel investing?"
Lin Feng shook his head, "How could I possibly put my main energy into that stuff?"
"It's too tiring!"
"I am a Tycoon; I want to enjoy life."
"You should know that the purpose of us making money is to enjoy life."
"There's no end to making money; you have to slow down your life."
"You need to enrich your experiences…"
Donald was dumbfounded, "Then how do you make money?"
Lin Feng said indifferently, "There are many knowledgeable people in this world, but they usually lack the most important thing… money!"
"I have money, so I can buy their knowledge, and along with it, their people."
"I hire them to work for me."
"This way, I have plenty of time to rest."
"We must be masters of money, not its slaves."
Donald was confused!
After careful consideration, it really seemed to be true.
Lin Feng continued to spout his toxic chicken soup, "In a big city like Hong Kong, the roads are narrow, and the population density is the highest in the world."
"Pedestrians hurrying back and forth look rushed, as if someone is chasing them."
"They rush aimlessly, striving for three meals a day."
"Such days play out every moment."
"However, most of them will not become rich."
"Do you know why?"
Donald shook his head, completely bewildered by Lin Feng's words.
Jin Mao asked devoutly, "Why?"
Lin Feng laughed, "Because they won't slow down."
"For a spring to maintain its elasticity, constant pressure won't do."
"It must have proper tension and relaxation."
"People are the same; they must be able to step up at critical moments and also be able to slow down."
"Being able to slow down and live is, in itself, a sign of confidence."
"Don, if you want to grow your business, you need to invest more time in building connections."
"Otherwise, if you encounter a situation like this again, do you want the scenario of hoping to meet Hong Kong's four families to repeat itself?"
Jin Mao gritted his teeth, "The other three families are one thing, but the Hong Kong Tycoon, I will definitely remember him."
"When I have the chance in the future, I will definitely get my revenge."
However, Donald curiously asked, "Lin, what you're saying is very philosophical. You said your main business isn't angel investing, so are you studying philosophy?"
Lin Feng said with amusement, "My age alone makes that impossible."
"Let me reintroduce myself. My name is Lin Feng, Hung Hing Society Causeway Bay Hall Master."
Jin Mao was bewildered—this must be a joke, right?