Gao Zhiwei didn't understand Lu Feng's words, but the development of the next few children surprised him. There was a combat strength table of the characters on the packaging bag.
As the two children took apart the things, others also became itchy. Someone bought one, and the comparison began.
"I'm better than you, just a little bit!"
"I have a six-eared macaque, which is better than you."
A sense of superiority and vanity come into play. When you have a character with higher combat power, you will become the focus of the audience. No child will be as valuable as it.
Lu Feng visited all fifteen canteens, and the situation was similar, except for the canteen opposite the high school, which obviously didn't appeal to them.
At noon, in the noodle shop, Lu Feng took a big gulp of noodles and his head was covered with sweat. Gao Zhiwei said, "I'm starting to admire you."
"What do you admire about me?"
"You are evil and dare to do it. You actually play with the psychology of children. You should give parents reassurance about that brand so that they will not reject it. When adults refuse to let their children buy it because of unhealthy reasons, the children can take the words on the brand as a warning."
shield."
Lu Feng nodded, put down the noodle bowl, burped and said, "That's it, you admire me? I haven't even started playing yet!"
"I think you can go to any company to do marketing and I'll give you the position of vice president. It won't be a loss at all." Gao Zhiwei pondered for a moment and said, "Why don't you come to the south with me? I know a lot of bosses and I can introduce them to you.
one time."
"I will go to the south. When I sweep across all directions, I will go. Let's go!" Lu Feng stood up and paid.
"What are you going to do?"
"Give Mr. Ren some eye drops. Damn it. He bought a small newspaper and compiled some sexy news about me. That's despicable. A noble man like me is not afraid of his shadow." Lu Feng counted the noodles to the boss and praised himself, the boss
Everyone who heard this frowned.
In addition to keeping an eye on production, Liu Biao has also been keeping an eye on Lu Feng these days. In the office, Liu Biao briefly explained the situation.
"The profits are basically given to the canteen. The sales are good, but the sales are too much and the losses are too much, so it doesn't make a difference." Liu Biao thought about it and said: "But this thing they have is very good, do you want to follow up?"
"You can follow up. As long as he doesn't solve the follow-up funding problem, nothing will be of use. No matter how good the product is, it's just the icing on the cake." Ren Qianbo said solemnly.
"Mr. Ren, if the product sells well, will anyone invest? I always feel that Mr. Huang is very optimistic about him." Liu Biao said very worriedly.
Ren Qianbo frowned, thought for a while and said: "How much money does he have? If someone gives him 1.5 million and asks him to continue to give profits to terminal vendors, then I can't handle it. Mr. Huang has a chance
One and a half million? How dare President Ma put so much money? If so many people are helping him, I won’t get involved."
Liu Biao nodded and agreed very much.
Mr. Huang held a simple report in his hand. After reading it, it was just a child's snack. Mr. Huang was a little surprised that Lu Feng had so much fun with it.
"Talent!"
"What a pity. Not to mention talents, even geniuses can't survive without funds, even if they go bankrupt." Mr. Huang threw the report aside. He felt that Lu Feng was a smart man, and if he could be under his control, he might give it to him.
Bring surprises.
It was already mid-September, and although autumn had begun, the sun was still scorching hot at noon. Gao Zhiwei covered his head with his hands, glanced at the sign of the dance hall, and said: "Didn't you say that Ren Qianbo is disgusting? Come and dance.
What is he doing in the office? Why, his wife works here?"
"Why are your thoughts so dirty?" Lu Feng sighed and walked upstairs.
"You are not a serious person, you can't blame me for thinking wrongly."
The place is closed during the day and there are no people around. There are a few girls sitting at the door playing cards with cigarettes in their mouths and giggling non-stop. When they saw Lu Feng, one of the girls joked: "Boss, it's noon, I can't hold it in"
Are you staying?"
"I'm looking for someone, I'm looking for a mad dog."
"Brother Dog is sleeping upstairs. Don't disturb other people's sleep. He's very temperamental!"
Lu Feng ignored him and walked directly upstairs. Gao Zhiwei didn't expect that Lu Feng would be associated with people from all walks of life, so he reminded: "You stay away from this kind of people, lest you get involved one day. They are all bad people."
"In my eyes, there are no good people or bad people, only useful people and useless people." Lu Feng said and went upstairs. In the private room at the entrance of the stairs, several gangsters were pushing mahjong.
"Wake up the mad dog and talk to him about something."
One of the boys knew Lu Feng, so he hurriedly agreed and walked towards the room next to him. A few minutes later, Mad Dog yawned and walked in. When he saw Lu Feng, he said, "What's going on, Boss Lu? We can't talk at night."
"Big deal, if you're sleepy, just go to bed first!"
"I'm not sleepy! I'm not sleepy!" Brother Dog quickly cheered up.
Some of the younger brothers who had never met Lu Feng looked at him in surprise. Who knew the name of Mad Dog? What on earth did this man do to make Brother Dog so obedient?
They don’t know that in front of money, everyone is the same, they are all grandchildren!
"Make 10,000 copies of the contents on this piece of paper and post them all over the city at night. Do you understand?" Lu Feng put a piece of paper on the table.
"Publish a small advertisement?" Mad Dog was a little dissatisfied.
"You don't have to post it if you don't want to, but you can't make two thousand yuan!"
"stick!"
"Find someone to assign the job. It's best to pick you out and do it more efficiently." Lu Feng ordered.
Gao Zhiwei picked up the piece of paper, and it read clearly on it that I, Zhang Cuifang, had a seven-year-old son. He ate snacks made by Wanyuan Foods and suffered food poisoning. He was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment and died. He went to Wanyuan Foods to seek justice, but was arrested.
He was seriously injured, and there was even a home address and ID number in it. The description was so detailed that it was hard not to believe it.
"Don't worry!" Brother Feng nodded repeatedly.
Before leaving, Lu Feng left a deposit of 1,000 yuan and gave the rest after the payment was made.
After going downstairs, Lu Feng got on his motorcycle and said, "Let's go, the next newspaper office has to publish a report on children's food safety!"
Lu Feng spent another five hundred yuan to publish a report full of new media style in some local newspapers with large circulation.
Shock! Children’s food is full of carcinogens. Do you still dare to feed it to your children?
Although Wan Yuan is not mentioned a word throughout the article, various clues point to Wan Yuan.
On the way back, it was already past five o'clock in the afternoon. Gao Zhiwei sat on the back of the motorcycle and said, "It's scary to have an opponent like you."
"Scary?" Lu Feng looked at his face in the rearview mirror and said with a smile: "The business world is the law of the jungle. There are only two choices: live or die!"
"Then what will you do with your follow-up funds?"
"I have a solution, don't ask. In this era, money is everywhere."
Gao Zhiwei laughed twice, with mixed feelings in his heart. In fact, he wanted to leave, but he was also curious about what else this madman could do next.
"I don't think it's weird if you take me to rob a bank tomorrow."
"Don't worry, I won't do anything stupid like that." Lu Feng rode his motorcycle directly into the factory, got off the car, and shouted to Han Dong in the factory: "Call the boss and come to my office for a meeting!"