Feng Yu was holding a piece of ink in his hand. He was so shocked that he threw it on the floor and smashed it!
Feng Yu was unhappy. This piece of ink was worth a lot. Even if you are rich, you should not squander like this!
He turned around and wanted to ask why the other party was so close to him. But the other party said timidly: "Uncle Feng?"
Huh?
What did he say? Uncle Feng? He knows me?
No! This person looks like he is in his twenties. Why is he calling me uncle? Where did this come from? Am I that old?!
Boss Zhu looked at that Young Master Lu and then looked at Feng Yu. The age difference between these two was only a few years. Was this person very senior?
That's not right. This Young Master Lu's family was very influential. Could he be the son of a government official?
But Boss Zhu racked his brains and could not think of any government official with the surname Feng. Could it be that his mother was a government official, or his uncle or uncle?
Fu Guangzheng looked at this person in confusion. Feng Yu's nephew? How come he had never seen him before? But Feng Yu's sister and cousin's children were not this old.
Feng Yu frowned and asked: "You are?"
He thought for a long time and could not remember where he got such a big nephew.
"Uncle Feng, my surname is Lu. I met you a few years ago at my Third Uncle's house." Lu Mingyu reminded.
"You are Young Master Lu's nephew?" Feng Yu seemed to have some impression of him. But at that time, this kid was still in middle school. He had changed a lot.
If his surname was not Lu, and Feng Yu felt he looked like Young Master Lu, he might not recognize him on the streets.
"Yes, yes, yes. My name is Lu Mingyu. Uncle Feng, you like antiques too? Old Zhu, take out all the good stuff for Uncle Feng to see. If you dare to take out a fake, I will smash your shop! "Lu Mingyu shouted at Boss Zhu.
Feng Yu almost laughed out loud. Old Zhu, Old Zhu? Isn't this Second Senior Brother?! Look at this figure, they really look like each other.
Lu Mingyu. Young Master Lu's son was called Lu Mingyang. It seemed like they were from the same family.
"Hey, Ming Yu, don't make things difficult for Boss Zhu. I've bought everything. By the way, Zhu Laban, wrap these things up for me, including this broken piece of ink. Send it to my car later. I don't have that much cash. How about a check? "
When Boss Zhu saw how Young Master Lu treated this person, how would he dare to look down on him? He was not pretending to be arrogant just now. He really didn't care about the money.
"The check is fine."
"Uncle Feng, let me do it." Lu Mingyu called out. He looked very attentive.
"Where did you get the money?" Feng Yu glared at him.
Lu Mingyu immediately became listless. He said in a low voice, "I earned it by picking up scraps."
Boss Zhu was very contemptuous of Feng Yu in his heart. You still want to teach people a lesson? Where did you get the money? You don't even bargain when buying things. You are such a prodigal. This money must not be earned with hard work. You are not the same kind of people!
Feng Yu took out his checkbook, filled in the amount, signed his name, and passed it to Boss Zhu. "Wrap it up properly. I have a long way back."
Boss Zhu took the check impatiently and looked at it. His eyes opened wide.
"You, you, you … you are Feng …"
"Shhh … Do you know the rules? You are not allowed to make a ruckus here!" Feng Yu returned Boss Zhu's words.
He was not holding a grudge. He really wasn't.
Boss Zhu quickly shut up and bowed slightly. He turned around and walked away. He wanted to instruct his workers to wrap up this batch of goods.
Just now, he suspected that this person could not afford these things and suspected that the money he spent came from improper sources. He suspected that this person was the nephew of some big leader.
But he did not expect this person to be the World's Richest Man, Feng Yu!
No wonder this person does not care about vases that cost a few million. No wonder he does not care about the things here. No wonder he does not bargain when buying things.
It's because he is the World's Richest Man.
Even if he wants to buy the entire mansion, including all the real and fake antiques, it will be a piece of cake.
There were rumors that this World's Richest Man not only has the most assets, but he also has the most cash. He is not like other tycoons. Most of their assets are company assets and cannot be converted into cash.
This amount of money is nothing to him. Maybe to the World's Richest Man, this amount of money is just a drop in the ocean.
"Mingyu, this is Hong Kong's Boss Fu Guangzheng. He knows Master Lu. You … call him Uncle."
"Hello, Uncle Fu." Lu Mingyu greeted obediently.
Fu Guangzheng's mouth twitched. Where did this nephew come from? Fu Guangzheng is not familiar with Master Lu.
"Hello." Fu Guangzheng forced a smile and tried to look like an uncle.
"Mingyu, are you that good at picking up scraps? Is it so easy to pick up scraps? Have you ever wondered why you are always the one picking up scraps? Is it luck? "Feng Yu asked.
Master Lu is Feng Yu's long-term investment, and he cannot let Mingyu scam him.
Lu Mingyu is stunned. Did I pick up scraps? It's only once a month, right? Sometimes it's too eye-catching. But when he thought about it, he did not lose a lot of money, but he always picks up scraps.
From the looks of it, there was really something wrong!
When he thought about the people who accompanied him here and asked him to help with the approval documents, he finally understood what was going on.
Feng Yu saw Lu Mingyu's expression and said. "It's good that you understand. Don't get involved in these things in the future. You are so free. If you really want to make money, come and work at my company. "
In the past, when Feng Yu addressed himself as Uncle, he was talking to kids younger than 10 years old. This time, he is talking to Lu Mingyu, who is in his twenties.
"Thank you, Uncle Feng. I need to discuss this with my elders at home."
"Ok." Feng Yu put his hands behind his back and nodded like an elder.
Boss Zhu ran over. "Mr Feng, Mr. Fu, Young Master Lu, it will take some time to pack those things up. Can you all go to the backyard for some tea? It's not a good tea, but it's drinkable. "
He was the richest man in the world. Wouldn't it be better to suck up to him? If he became a regular customer, he could come once a month. Even if he didn't have those big shots who bought fake goods, he could still make a lot of money.
Feng Yu glanced at Boss Zhu. "I don't want to drink tea. Hurry up and pack the things up. Guangzheng, are you interested in anything? "
Fu Guangzheng shook his head. What's there to look for? I don't even have the fun of treasure hunting because of you!
Feng Yu points at Lu Mingyu and said to Boss Zhu. "If he comes again in the future and you dare to sell him anything, don't blame me!"
If Lu Mingyu can pick up scraps, then this shop must be up to no good.
Boss Zhu smiled awkwardly. "Sure, sure."
Boss Zhu thought to himself. Maybe he should sell this shop, and the money he earned over the years should be enough for him to return to his hometown and live a peaceful life.
Beijing's waters are too deep!
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