Chapter 835
Mrs. Feng
Chapter 835 Mrs. Feng
Factory Director Zhao was taken aback for a moment, then immediately asked, "What is it? Just tell me."
Factory Director Zhao was utterly shocked.
He seemed completely caught off guard.
I heard that he used to have a full head of black hair, but now half of his hair is white and his posture is somewhat hunched, but for some reason, he seems to have straightened his back.
Lu Qiaoge believed that as long as Zhao Xiaojing was really Zhao Zhigang's daughter, the child would be raised well.
Factory Director Zhao was even eager to see the child. Lu Qiaoge said, "We're not in a hurry. The child is currently in the nursing home at National Security University. She's had a bumpy journey, and she's been hungry and frightened. Let her catch her breath. Then you should go home and tell your wife about this, so she can be mentally prepared. Of course, the most important thing is that we find some time to go to the prison so you can confirm the child's true identity with Zhao Zhigang in person."
"Yes, yes, these are all things that need to be done."
Factory Director Zhao started making phone calls to ask if he could see his son. He had something very important to ask him. After asking several people for help, they finally agreed to let him see Zhao Zhigang the next day.
He was imprisoned in the suburbs of Beidu.
Factory Director Zhao looked at Lu Qiaoge expectantly and said, "Factory Director Lu, could you please come along too? It would be even better if you could bring the child with you."
Lu Qiaoge nodded and said, "Then I'll go pick up Xiaojing first, and then we'll meet at the North Gate."
"Great, great, this arrangement is absolutely wonderful."
Because of this incident, Factory Director Zhao was no longer interested in discussing the wool sweater factory, and Lu Qiaoge was also going to a banquet at the Friendship Hotel.
The courtyard of the Friendship Hotel appeared particularly solemn on the snowy night, with colorful lights hanging among the pines and cypresses.
The restaurant in the VIP building was well-heated, and as soon as you entered, the warm, humid air, mixed with the aroma of food, wafted towards you.
Inside the private room, Chairman Feng had already arrived.
He was dressed in a dark gray striped suit. Although he was over fifty, he was in good spirits and had a cigar between his fingers. The smoke swirling around him gave him the shrewdness of a businessman.
Sitting next to him was a woman dressed in fine clothes, Mrs. Feng, who was very beautiful and in the prime of her youth.
The smile on her face was faint, and she seemed quite reserved. On the other side of Chairman Feng sat Feng Zihan.
When Feng Zihan saw Lu Qiaoge enter, she immediately stood up and warmly took her hand, saying, "Qiaoge, you've finally arrived! I've been waiting for you for so long."
To be honest, even though they are father and daughter, Feng Zihan is not used to eating with Chairman Feng.
She felt that the food was hard to digest.
This meal couldn't possibly be a private banquet. Director Lü was also present, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Lu Qiaoge arrive.
He was used to such occasions, but Mrs. Feng was not very likable, and Chairman Feng and his daughter seemed to be at odds. Fortunately, Lu Qiaoge arrived.
Feng Zihan introduced them to each other.
Lu Qiaoge greeted them with a smile: "Mr. Feng, Mrs. Feng, good afternoon."
Xiao Ninglu stared intently at Lu Qiaoge. Beautiful, truly beautiful, the kind of ethereal and otherworldly beauty that is untouched by worldly concerns.
She was the most beautiful girl she had ever seen.
She couldn't help but look at her husband, and sure enough, men can't take their eyes off beautiful women. Luckily, there was a leader present, so he was able to restrain himself a bit.
Xiao Ninglu's eyes held a hint of displeasure when she looked at Lu Qiaoge, but she hid it well.
But Lu Qiaoge still noticed it.
Lu Qiaoge glanced at it briefly before calmly looking away.
After we were seated, the waiter began serving the dishes. Crystal shrimp dumplings, braised pork hock, and dry-fried winter bamboo shoots—one after another, the dishes, each with its own unique color, aroma, and flavor, filled the table.
In 1978, when resources were relatively scarce, this was undoubtedly a top-notch hospitality.
After a few rounds of drinks, Chairman Feng put down his glass and got straight to the point.
“Ms. Lu.” Chairman Feng spoke in a Hong Kong accent, his tone sincere: “To be honest, I didn’t take the pickled radish you and Zihan made seriously at first. I thought it was just you girls being silly. But I never expected that in just a few months, its sales would consistently rank first among pickled products in Hong Kong. At this Spring Canton Fair, I would like to use your product as a pilot project to see if we can open up a larger market.”
Lu Qiaoge's heart stirred; this was exactly the result she wanted.
Working with Feng Zihan doesn't mean you can always bypass Chairman Feng.
At this moment, Director Lü's eyes lit up. This is great! Pickled radish sounds ordinary, but it can actually be made into a big business.
So he looked at Lu Qiaoge, who nodded, ready to accept Chairman Feng's kindness.
Just as she was about to express her gratitude, Mrs. Feng suddenly spoke up.
She held a glass of red wine in her hand, gently swirling it, her eyes fixed on Lu Qiaoge, a half-smile playing on her lips.
"Miss Lu is young and promising, truly admirable." Mrs. Feng's voice was gentle, yet carried a hint of sharpness: "However, doing business, just like being a person, requires a sense of propriety and discretion. I've recently been reading Zhang *Ling's '**', and there's a passage that's exceptionally well-written, saying that a man's pity for a woman might be close to love. A woman will never fall in love with a man she perceives as pitiful."
She paused, her gaze lingering on Lu Qiaoge's face, and continued meaningfully, "I think the reverse is also true. Some women always like to put on a pitiful, needy act, thinking that this will move those successful men who have seen it all. Little do they know, in the eyes of smart people, this is nothing but a child's trick, neither dignified nor particularly stupid. Miss Lu, don't you think so?"
The moment those words were spoken, the air in the private room froze.
Mrs. Feng is using that book as a metaphor to satirize Lu Qiaoge for feigning helplessness, playing mind games, and attempting to seduce Chairman Feng!
She probably felt a surge of jealousy and a sense of crisis when she saw that Chairman Feng was paying more and more attention to Lu Qiaoge and Feng Zihan's pickled radish business, and even had to rely on Lu Qiaoge's relationship with Old Master Sun to treat his own illness.
Chairman Feng suddenly turned his head to look at his wife, Xiao Ninglu, who was sitting next to him.
For a moment he seemed stunned. He hadn't expected his wife to suddenly explode and say such inappropriate things. Why was she using that book as a metaphor? Was she trying to show off her intelligence or to mock Director Lü and Lu Qiaoge for not having read the book and not understanding it?
What an idiot!
That's incredibly stupid.
At that moment, Chairman Feng felt an urge to kill Xiao Ninglu.
Director Lü genuinely didn't know about this book, but Lu Qiaoge did.
Then he noticed that Lu Qiaoge's expression had changed, and the atmosphere at the dinner table had also changed.
The other two accompanying persons were also unaware.
Is it because of age, or because they haven't read it?
They didn't know what was going on either, but their expressions subtly changed.
(End of this chapter)