Old Grudges

In discussions of such major right-and-wrong issues, everyone else could only listen. Zhang Wei's reaction now was a little strange.

But Wang Haifeng knew what he was laughing at and shot him a vicious glare. "What the hell are you laughing at?"

Li Yongrui was thoroughly puzzled. "Was what I said that funny?"

Seeing this, Feng Jun could not help but laugh as he explained, "That's not what he meant. A while back, I gave Hai Feng a piece of jade..."

Li Yongrui had seen that piece of jade before. Upon hearing this, he nodded in sudden realization, though even more curiosity rose in his heart. "I remember the shape of that jade was kind of... you know. Did it really end up being carved into that thing?"

That was right. The jade Feng Jun had given Wang Haifeng had indeed ultimately been carved into that object, and the man who did the carving, Old Chen, was the tall, skinny man Ye Qingyi knew.

But Wang Haifeng was a crafty bastard too. After that man finished carving it, he let Feng Jun take a look, then immediately sent the jade piece back to be recarved.

This time, Old Chen carved him an arm reaching toward the sky, with a fist at the very top.

That little interlude quickly diffused the dispute between President Li and President Liang. In fact, Li Yongrui had held this view for quite some time. Today, his target for public relations was not Henglong, but leaving an impression on Feng Jun.

Strictly speaking, Feng Jun could not even be considered part of Funiu's jewelry industry. He was not even from Funiu. Yet the resources he held were not only indispensable to the jewelry business, but ranked among the best nationwide—quality and quantity alike.

Li Yongrui knew