Feng Yu was holding a piece of ink in his hand. He was so frightened that he threw it to the ground and broke it into pieces!
Feng Yu was not happy either. This piece of ink was worth a lot of money. If you have money, you don't spend money like this!
He turned around and was about to ask the other party why he was so close, but he didn't know that the other party timidly said: "Uncle Feng?"
Ga
what did he say? Uncle Feng? Does he know me
wrong! This man looks to be in his twenties. He calls me uncle because of Mao. Where does this come from? Am I that old? !
Boss Zhu looked at Mr. Lu and then at Feng Yu. The age difference between the two was only a few years. This gentleman was very senior
No, Mr. Lu's family can be very powerful. Could it be that he is also the son of a big leader
But Boss Zhu racked his brains and didn't expect any big leader named Feng. Could it be that his mother was a big leader, or his uncle or uncle or something
Fu Guangzhengze looked at the person opposite him in confusion, Feng Yu's nephew? Why hasn't he seen it? But Feng Yu’s sister and cousin’s children are not that old, right
Feng Yu frowned and asked, "Who are you?"
He thought about it for a long time, but he never thought that he had such a nephew from nowhere.
"Uncle Feng, my surname is Lu. I met you at my third uncle's house a few years ago." Lu Mingyu reminded.
"Are you Mr. Lu's nephew?" Feng Yu seemed to have some impression. But at that time, this kid was still in middle school, and things have changed a lot now.
If he hadn't said his surname was Lu, and Feng Yu felt he looked a bit like Mr. Lu, he might not have been able to recognize him when he saw him on the road.
"Yes, yes, my name is Lu Mingyu. Uncle Feng, do you also like antiques? Lao Zhu, show me all the good things to Uncle Feng. If you dare to bring out a fake one, I will smash your store!" "Lu Mingyu shouted to Boss Zhu.
Feng Yu almost laughed, Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu? Isn’t this the second senior brother? Looking at this figure, they really look alike.
Lu Mingyu, Mr. Lu’s son is called Lu Mingyang. From this point of view, he must be from the same family.
"Hey, Mingyu, don't embarrass Boss Zhu. I've finished shopping. By the way, Zhu Laban, wrap these things for me, including this broken piece of ink, and send them to my car later. I don't have so much cash. Is a check okay?”
When Boss Zhu saw Mr. Lu's attitude towards this man, how could he dare to look down upon him? I said that the person who spoke loudly just now was not pretending, he really didn’t take the money seriously.
"The check is fine."
"Uncle Feng, I'm coming." Lu Mingyu called, looking very attentive.
"Where did you get the money?" Feng Yu glared over.
Lu Mingyu immediately wilted and said in a low voice: "I earned it by picking up the slack."
Boss Zhu was very contemptuous of Feng Yu, and he was trying to teach him a lesson. Where did you get the money? You don’t even bargain when you buy something. If you are so prodigal, the money must not be hard-earned. You are not the same kind of people!
Feng Yu took out his checkbook, filled in the amount, signed his name, and handed it to Boss Zhu: "Please pack it carefully, I have a long way to go back."
Boss Zhu took the check impatiently, glanced down, and his eyes widened suddenly.
"You, you, you... you are Feng..."
"Hush, don't you understand the rules? No loud noises are allowed here!" Feng Yu returned what Boss Zhu just said.
He's not being petty and vengeful, he really isn't.
Boss Zhu quickly shut up, bent down slightly, then turned around and walked back. He wanted to tell the waiter that the goods must be wrapped.
Just now, he suspected that the other party could not afford these things, that the money spent by the other party was from a bad source, and that this person was the nephew of a big leader.
But he never expected that this person turned out to be Feng Yu, the richest man in the world!
No wonder people started to ignore the vases with a price tag of several million. No wonder they didn’t care about anything here. No wonder they didn’t bargain when buying things.
Because he is the richest man in the world, the richest man in the world.
Not to mention buying this little thing, even if you buy the entire mansion, including all the real and fake antiques, it would be very easy.
It is rumored that the world's richest man not only has the highest assets, but also has the most cash in his hands. Unlike other rich people, most of their assets are company assets and cannot be quickly realized.
This little money is really not noticed by others. Perhaps for the world's richest man, the money spent to buy this little thing is just a drop in the bucket.
"Mingyu, this is the boss of Xiangjiang Fu Guangzheng, and I also know Mr. Lu. You should also... call me uncle."
"Hello, Uncle Fu." Lu Mingyu called out obediently.
Fu Guangzheng also frowned, such a cheap nephew appeared out of nowhere. Mr. Lu, he’s not familiar with him at all, okay
"Hello." Fu Guangzheng forced out a kind smile, trying to look like an uncle.
"Mingyu, do you really have good vision? Is it that easy to pick up mistakes? Have you ever thought about why you are always picking up mistakes? Is it luck?" Feng Yu asked.
Mr. Lu is Feng Yu's long-term investment, and he can't let Ming Yu, an unlucky kid, get fooled.
Lu Mingyu looked confused. Did I miss a lot? It's only once a month, maybe, and sometimes it's done. But when he thought about it carefully, it seemed that every time he lost money, he didn't lose much, but if he missed something, he would always find a big one.
From this point of view, it seems that something is really abnormal!
Thinking about the people who came with him and asked him for help in getting approval documents and so on, he finally understood what was going on.
Seeing Lu Mingyu's sudden realization, Feng Yu educated him: "Just understand, don't do this in the future. Seeing how idle you are, if you really want to make money, come and work at Uncle Er's company."
In the past, when Feng Yu called himself uncle, he only dealt with children under ten years old. This time I was facing Lu Mingyu, who was in his twenties, and it felt strange.
"Thank you, Uncle Feng. I have to go home and discuss this matter with my elders."
"Yes." Feng Yu nodded with his hands behind his back, looking like an elder.
Boss Zhu ran over at this time: "Mr. Feng, Boss Fu, Mr. Lu, it will take a while to pack those things. Can you guys go to the backyard for a cup of tea? It's not a very good tea, but it can still be eaten."
The world's richest man, why don't you just fawn over him? If you become a regular customer and come here once a month in the future, even if there are no big buyers of fake goods in the store, the store can still make a lot of money.
Feng Yu glanced at Boss Zhu: "I won't drink the tea anymore. Just pack the things for me quickly. Guangzheng, are you interested in anything?"
Fu Guangzheng shook his head, what else were he looking at. Because of what you did, I lost the fun of Taobao!
Feng Yu pointed out that Lu Mingyu said to Boss Zhu: "If he comes again in the future, if you dare to sell him something or accept something from him, don't blame me for being rude!"
If Lu Mingyu can always pick up things, this store must be up to something.
Boss Zhu smiled awkwardly: "Definitely, definitely."
He secretly thought that maybe his store should be sold. The money he had earned over the years would be enough for him to return to his hometown and live a stable life.
The water in the capital is too deep!
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PS: I wonder if I can still stay on the city list? (To be continued.)