Huo Wenting and her advisers explained for a long time.
Huo Wenting was nearly infuriated to death by the father and son.
Ouyang Zuoheng was indeed skilled at calculations and power plays, but he did not actually understand business very well.
But there were two ironclad rules in this world:
First, people who stood high up always believed they understood everything.
Whether or not it was their field, they understood it.
Clearly just a repair specialist making a few tens of millions and leading a team of a few dozen people, yet at the dinner table, he started giving lectures on the state of the world.
He understood art! He understood technology! He understood media! He understood human relations even better...
Second, in the face of enormous profits, people's judgment deteriorated to a terrifying extent.
Most people believed whatever they wanted to believe.
What if something was too outrageous? They convinced themselves.
That was precisely how Ouyang Zuoheng was now.
Twenty billion a year—such an enormous sum, such a wonderful chance to extort someone—he truly did not want to let it go!
Besides, after being flattered for so many years, he genuinely felt that he understood business to some extent too.
So nothing could get through to him.
Seeing that she could not achieve her goal, Huo Wenting grew somewhat irritated.
At that moment, one of her advisers leaned close and whispered, "President Huo, why not use one barbarian to control another?"
"Hm?"
"CEO Lu will definitely know how to deal with fools like this."
Huo Wenting smiled.
Right in front of the Ouyang father and son, she took out her phone, waved it around, and dialed Lu Chengwen's number.
"Hello, sis. Miss your little brother? Hahaha..."
Huo Wenting said, "There's something I'd like to ask your advice on."
"Oh,