Chapter 298: Do you know who pays the salary? (Seeking monthly votes)

Wu Feng, who was already in Great Britain, knew everything that had happened in Hong Kong.

He was quite satisfied in his heart, estimating that the Li father and son had been thoroughly disgusted.

If a robber who imitated movie plots really appeared, that would be even more interesting.

Surely no one really thinks that a movie could cause top-tier tycoons, whose thinking is mature and whose mindsets are completely set, to change immediately, right?

Jokes aren't meant to be told like that!

At most, it would just make the top-tier tycoons alert and a bit more cautious.

Unless they encounter a major change, how things were before is basically how they will be later.

Could it be that right now, Li Bancheng and the young Master Li go out without bodyguards by their sides?

If they were like Wu Feng, surrounded by bodyguards when going out, even if a robber wanted to harbor some thoughts, it would be unlikely to succeed.

As for terrain like intersections, which often play a "key" role in movies and television works, Wu Feng was especially careful when traveling.

Whenever passing an intersection, if there was still a large truck within thirty meters, one had to be especially careful.

In fact, going head-to-head with Li Bancheng in Hong Kong right now is really not a good option.

Even if he sent someone to finish off Li Bancheng, so what? It is estimated that a "Wang Bancheng" or "Wu Bancheng" type of existence would immediately appear, quickly taking the spot of the richest Chinese person.

At the same time, Wu Feng would no longer be able to stay in Hong Kong.

Not just Hong Kong, it is estimated that the entire British Commonwealth would have no place for him.

There wouldn't even need to be conclusive evidence; as long as HSBC Bank suspected he was the one who did it, they would spare no effort to hunt Wu Feng down.

That said, although he doesn't like HSBC and Li Bancheng, the relationship hasn't deteriorated to that point yet.

Right now, being able to leverage the situation to disgust the Li father and son, while leaving them with no way to vent, is already quite a good move.

Next, it is just a matter of sitting and waiting for the reaction of the Li father and son.

If the Li father and son take drastic measures, only then can Wu Feng take further action.

Moreover, the best way to deal with Li Bancheng is still through public opinion.

At the very least, before Wu Feng has enough strength and prestige to set the rules in Hong Kong, he must abide by the rules set by HSBC and the Great Britain ghosts.

Especially HSBC Bank; unless Wu Feng stops doing business in Hong Kong, he basically cannot bypass the vast web woven by the HSBC system.

Do not doubt it; among the current top Chinese tycoons in Hong Kong, those who have absolutely no connection to HSBC Bank are few and far between.

Wu Feng does not have much direct contact with HSBC Bank, but he still keeps a certain amount of funds deposited in HSBC Bank.

What is this called? In his view, it is about the same as a "pledge of allegiance."

Of course, it is not actually that exaggerated; it is like a kind of invisible stance.

Having capital business dealings means that Wu Feng does not reject HSBC Bank and is willing to deal with HSBC.

At the very least, right now, this is the attitude HSBC wants!

Wu Feng sees this quite clearly.

At this moment, he is in London, Great Britain.

His acquisition team has already reached an agreement with the English Second Division team Fulham, which is located in London.

He came here this time to formally sign the acquisition contract.

Speaking of this acquisition operation, he is a bit unhappy.

The original target was the Chelsea club, which was in the lower-middle tier of the English First Division rankings.

But damn it, the Chelsea owner, Bates, opened his mouth and asked for 120 million pounds, not even counting the club's debts; he was simply treating him as a pure sucker.

You have to know, according to the information collected by the acquisition team, the financial situation of the Chelsea club at this time is quite terrible, and even the stadium has been mortgaged.

Never mind Chelsea; at this time, even Manchester United and Arsenal, excluding the price of the stadium, are only worth that much.

But at this time, Chelsea is not even fit to carry the shoes of these two English First Division giants.

It is not that Wu Feng cannot afford this money, but it is quite not worth it!

Most importantly, the English First Division at this time is not the future English Premier League; if Wu Feng dared to invest so much capital to acquire Chelsea directly, he would definitely be treated as a sucker.

Who knows, it might attract the attention of the local powerhouses in Great Britain, who would then try every possible way to treat Wu Feng like a leek; once it reached that point, there would definitely be no shortage of trouble.

The acquisition team quickly shifted their target and set their sights on Fulham, which is in the same district.

After just a little probing, the current owner of the Fulham club agreed very readily.

The acquisition price was a mere two million pounds!

Upon receiving the news, Wu Feng immediately made the final decision on this acquisition.

Then, he rushed to London, Great Britain, without stopping, to sign the acquisition contract in person.

At this time, the Fulham team is still struggling in the English Second Division, the second tier of the English league.

Their current performance is not bad, and they have a good chance of participating in the promotion playoffs to enter the English First Division.

If it weren't for the team owner needing money, it is estimated that his desire to "pick up a bargain" would not be possible.

But in fact, he sat in the stands and watched two Fulham matches, and he had a quite intuitive understanding of the team's strength.

It can only be said that the level of the English Second Division at this time cannot be compared with later generations at all.

The technical level of the players themselves is really quite average.

Once on the field, they play a simple routine of charging and long-ball tactics; as for whether they can score, it all depends on the ability of the front-court players themselves.

Any technical and tactical talk is nonsense; what they fight for is which side's players are more ferocious and whose strength is greater!

To put it bluntly, their ability to play fancy tricks is not even as good as the professional players in Hong Kong.

No matter what, Hong Kong professional teams belong to the Southern school.

In terms of small techniques and small-team coordination, they play quite well; what they are worse at than the local professional players in Great Britain is probably their physical fitness.

It is also because of this that he has absolutely no confidence in whether the team can successfully promote to the First Division.

All he can do is scatter pounds, on one hand soothing the hearts of the club, and on the other hand using the power of money to stimulate the team's players to be more valiant and fearless.

Time was truly too short; it was already the end of April.

The English Second Division league had also reached its final stage, and for him to forcibly intervene in the team's operations at this time was not a good choice, so he could only act as a qualified bystander.

Although, he looked down upon the team's current head coach, feeling that his ability was insufficient, his command level was far too crude, and his reaction speed was also quite mediocre.

Most importantly, he was not respectful enough toward the new boss, Wu Feng.

When they first met, he even put on the arrogant air of a Great Britain native; whether it was his tone of voice or his facial expressions, it all made Wu Feng lack any good feelings toward him.

If the timing hadn't been so inappropriate, Wu Feng would have really liked to give this guy a few hard slaps to the face to let him know how he should treat his own boss.

Sometimes, he truly found it hard to understand the thought process of such a guy; did he even know who was paying his salary?

(End of this chapter)