After nine o'clock in the evening, everyone starts to breathe heavily. For people nowadays, going to bed after ten o'clock in the evening means staying up late.
Families with TV basically go to bed after watching the two episodes of the evening series. In rural areas, where there is a lack of entertainment activities and no TV, many have already fallen asleep at 8pm.
Today's families have so many children, which is directly related to the lack of entertainment activities in the evening.
Lu Feng stretched out, put on his slippers, and said to Jiang Xiaoyan: "Stop reading, go to bed." After returning to the room, the two of them lay down, Jiang Xiaoyan couldn't sleep, and glanced at Lu Feng who was beside him who was dazed.
, whispered: "My mother said she found an old Chinese doctor for me."
"Don't take it to heart, don't think too much. I'm going back after the New Year. I told you not to come back. If you insist on coming back, you will make yourself unhappy. Go to sleep!" After Lu Feng finished speaking, he turned the page.
Standing up, facing Jiang Xiaoyan, one leg was put on her body, and one arm hugged her tightly.
Jiang Xiaoyan shrank slightly and leaned half in his arms, feeling happy in her heart. She never thought how much money could make her happy, but she just felt that this man was really good. Maybe this was the so-called small comfort.
Early the next morning, I was awakened by the sound of firecrackers. The children put on new clothes and had fun everywhere in groups. The air was filled with the smell of fireworks.
Open the curtains, and there is already a white world outside. Looking out, the roofs are covered with thick snow, which looks soft and soft, giving people the feeling of a fairy tale world.
Some children got the New Year's money in advance, and naturally rushed to the canteen or supply and marketing cooperative as soon as possible. These days are definitely their time to indulge.
"Buy that...that bean." A child pointed at the product above with confidence.
Seven or eight children transformed into wealthy people and prepared to sweep across the supermarket to show off their super purchasing power.
"What is that?" One of the children saw a small black bag on the shelf. It was too conspicuous. Compared with the red and yellow bags around it, it looked as cold as a cool young man.
"Well, the goods just delivered are instant noodles. They say they are chocolate instant noodles and they are delicious." The boss of the supply and marketing cooperative promoted that the profit per unit of the goods delivered yesterday was two or three yuan higher than other instant noodles.
"I want one of those, how much does it cost?" the child asked, looking at the money in his hand, fearing that it was not enough, showing his timidity!
"Two cents!"
"I'm telling you, this bag can be used for money. It's like a bag for a few cents. It can be exchanged. But don't throw it away after eating it. Save it." The child took a bag of small things and tore them open.
All the children gathered around and saw a dark pancake.
"Like charcoal, hahahaha!"
"Is it delicious?"
"Give me a bite."
"I want it too!" In an instant, four or five little hands stretched out, curled up their fingers, and formed a small pit in their palms, as if they were begging for food.
The bread was not big, so I took a piece of this and asked for a little of that. The child finally took a small bite, chewing it in his mouth was dry and crunchy, and the more he chewed, the more delicious it became.
"I'll have another bag, and I want the little one."
"Two bags are enough, add 30 cents to exchange for two bags." This scene was played out in many canteens and supply and marketing cooperatives. Children who originally wanted to eat other instant noodles turned to this little noodle, which was too small.
I had it, but after just two bites, it was gone. I went to buy it again, and then chewed it two more bites.
On New Year's Eve, according to the feedback data from terminal sales, more than half of the previously produced products have been sold, and there is still an endless stream of buyers.
According to parents, this stuff is addictive. It doesn't give you a chance to enjoy it. As soon as the greedy gets hooked, it will be gone.
Inside the Jiamei Food Factory, Gao Zhiwei received one call after another, almost smiling. Although he had always trusted Lu Feng and had great confidence in this product, such a hot sign was still
Make him overjoyed.
Pushing open the door of the office, Gao Zhiwei shouted towards Factory Director Li's office: "Director Li, go buy cannons and set off the cannons for me. Notify the cafeteria and feed everyone well tonight. Work harder and continue production!"
As if the sound of firecrackers was not enough to express Gao Zhiwei's joy, he asked someone to pull out the gongs and drums from the warehouse, tied a red ribbon on himself, led Vice President Ding, Factory Director Li and others to give gifts to the employees in the snow
Danced the Yangko dance.
Excitement, excitement, hope, coupled with the New Year atmosphere, everyone's mood is very high, all of which indicate that the Year of the Rooster is destined to be a good year.
Nine factories, nearly 60,000 employees, produce 24 hours a day, with a daily output of up to 200,000 boxes, with 50 packs of snack noodles per box. According to this trend, 200,000 boxes should be sold every day
no problem.
The sales volume is two million in a single day, which is 60 million every month. The sales of a single product has broken the sales figure of 30 million held by Gao Zhiwei in Xia Tian.
However, Xiaodian’s profit is almost zero, and he even loses money due to door-to-door delivery, overtime pay during the New Year and other reasons.
These are not important, the market is the most important. As long as you capture the market, it is only a matter of time before you make money. Gao Zhiwei did a simple calculation in the office, and his hands were shaking when he looked at the data above.
"What is this? This is God. When will I have half of his abilities? I...I will also set up an electronics company for fun." Gao Zhiwei sighed and sighed in his heart, some people are destined to
It is an existence for another group of people to look up to.
He immediately told other shareholders on the board of directors about this matter.
"Mr. Gao, you can't calculate like this. If you produce 200,000 boxes a day, you can sell 200,000 boxes. They haven't sold out yet. The market is changing rapidly. You have to be in awe. However, Mr. Lu is indeed capable.
If you study more, this product can save some of the decline. I hope you will continue to work hard this year and have a happy New Year."
"I think it will definitely work. In the past few days, the market response has been very good. I have confidence in Mr. Lu," Gao Zhiwei said.
"As long as you have confidence, let's do this for now. I'm going to eat dumplings." The person on the other end hung up the phone after saying that. Gao Zhiwei put down the phone and didn't care about anything else. He went to the production workshop immediately. His most important task now is,
Ensure smooth production.
Although it is New Year's Eve in the capital, there are still many gatherings here. Why do you come to the capital? It's for connections with the presidents of major banks and the heads of various domestic and foreign financial institutions.
Mr. Zhou and others have participated in a lot of activities recently and have met a lot of people, including countless people who want to invest in them.
A man in his thirties hurriedly entered the banquet hall, walked up to Mr. Zhou, and whispered: "Jiamei Food has launched a new product, it should be the one made by Mr. Lu, please give us feedback from the dealer below.
The news said that they have stopped the production of other products and are focusing on this one, and the terminal market sales are good." Mr. Zhou was a little drunk, waved his hands and said: "Jiamei Food, Dry Bones in the Tomb, I tell you, he is
It's no use calling Da Luo Shenxian here. We just discussed the current situation with several bosses. Next summer will be the turning point, and Jiamei Food's market share will shrink to less than 20%."
"No, Mr. Zhou..."
"Don't tell me that. Didn't you see people drinking during the Chinese New Year?" Mr. Zhou was a little angry. Why was this man so expressionless?
The man said sorry and walked out. Mr. Zhou picked up the wine glass, and a man in his forties or fifties next to him joked: "Holding the wine glass, eating dumplings, holding my sister-in-law in my arms..."
"Hahahahahaha."
"Happy New Year, Happy New Year!" There was a peaceful atmosphere at the scene. At noon, Lu Feng's family was having a meal, and several younger generations paid New Year greetings to their elders. Lu Feng's mother also prepared a lot of red envelopes, and the red envelopes were sent back and forth.
The more uncomfortable I feel.
All the money was given to other people's grandsons and nephews, and her own family didn't even have anyone. Lu Feng's father told her last night not to mention it.
But the old lady always felt unhappy in her heart.
"After giving out the red envelopes, let's eat." Lu Feng said to his mother.
"My stomach doesn't feel right. You guys eat, I'll go back to the house and rest for a while." Lu Feng's mother said and walked upstairs.
"She has a stomachache, let's all eat." Lu Feng's father hurriedly stood up to smooth things over. Jiang Xiaoyan's heart was rather sensitive, so she sat there silently while Lu Feng took a dumpling for her and sat there eating it in small bites.
He was sitting there, obviously there was something on his mind.
"Dad, I'm going back with my mother tomorrow to tidy up the house before I go back to my parents' house on the second day of the new year." Jiang Xiaoyan spoke, and she decided to go back and see the old Chinese medicine doctor.
In Shenzhen, as a relatively front-end open environment, there is not that much pressure for Jiang Xiaoyan. However, since returning, she has been overwhelmed by the pressure exerted by her two families.
Some things cannot be avoided!
"Oh, okay, mother-in-law, you can eat too." Lu Feng's father said politely: "When I go back, I will take some meat and fruits. I bought a lot, but I can't eat them all." Everyone was polite, this
The meal was not as enjoyable as expected.
........ Car after car of goods are leaving the major Jiamei food factories. In the Spring Festival, a peaceful festival with thousands of lights, a feat of sweeping the market is about to begin.
At any time, you must remain 100% alert to the market, and you must keep an even closer eye on your business opponents. Once you relax, the other party may give you a fatal blow.
At the end of the day, some canteens had sold out of the goods. The boss tried to call the dealer. Unexpectedly, he got a call. On this day, the other party actually said that the goods would be delivered in two hours.
This kind of speed is beyond the understanding of today's supply and marketing cooperatives. An hour and a half later, a delivery truck drove into the town, opened the door, and pulled a cart of small crispy noodles inside.
"How many boxes do you want? I'll leave them here for you, but I have to deliver them to other places." The driver shouted to the boss in the room.
"The sales are good, so keep more and put ten boxes in it." The landlady came out and joked: "Are you doing it to make money? You can't live for years?"
"The money I gave you is too much. You can spend whatever year you want. This money is not guaranteed. Let's go!" The driver greeted, opened the door, got in, and stepped on the accelerator to leave the town.