After dinner, everyone went about their own business. Han Dong was in charge of employee training and was busy with the financial affairs. Lu Feng went back to the office to draw pictures. As for Gao Zhiwei, the general manager, he wandered around the factory with nothing to do.
A good packaging design requires a professional team to polish it over a long period of time. If Lu Feng did it by himself, it would probably take several years. He didn't have the time to do it, so he just copied some classic packaging from later generations and drew it. Half a day was enough.
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Lu Feng also knew that it was difficult for him to enter the market. As long as he lowered his profits, he could squeeze the market in an instant, and no matter how good the product was, he would not be able to sell it.
This is not the Internet age. There are comparisons and self-media promotions. The owners of small shops say which ones are delicious, and the children will buy them. Even if the products are put on the front, sales will soar.
Faced with this situation, Lu Feng's thought was very simple. Survive first. As long as the profit can be used to pay employees, he will win. The simplest form of business competition is price war, which is also the most cruel. Otherwise, how can we call it price?
Where is the butcher?
Everything has just begun.
Some people in the local business community are paying attention. Some are optimistic about Lu Feng, while others think he is not good. It has become a topic of gossip.
"Hey, Old Chen, do you know that Lu Feng?" A man in his forties, with his hair parted and very elegant, was chatting on the phone.
"You worry a lot, don't you?" The other end of the phone laughed: "I don't know him, but I know Ren Qianbo."
"You still know him?"
"His father-in-law used to work in the same company as me, and then I was transferred to Hong Leong Group. It's been very lively recently, and a lot of people are talking about this." The words on the other end of the phone were full of gossip.
There is a lack of entertainment activities, and mildly interesting things are spread everywhere, and some people are making up lies, saying that Lu Feng has fallen in love with Ren Qianbo's wife!
"We haven't seen each other for a while, right? Call me up and have a drink?"
"No problem, there are a few new girls in my unit, I'll take them with me!"
"No, it's boring. Call that Lu Feng and Ren Qianbo."
"Ah?" The other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Okay, it will be a lively evening tonight."
At seven o'clock in the evening, Lu Feng handed the collected manuscript to Da Tou, looked at the time, and wondered whether he should go to a canteen or a supply and marketing cooperative.
The phone rang suddenly, and Lu Feng hurried back to the office to answer the phone.
"Hey, who is it?"
"Are you Lu Feng?" The voice on the other end of the phone was full of arrogance, giving people a condescending feeling, which was very uncomfortable.
"Yes, who are you?"
"I am Chen Mancang, the general manager of Hong Leong Group. I have been listening to you a lot these days. Let's have dinner at the Yegang Group canteen, you know?"
Lu Feng frowned secretly, not knowing what was going on for a while.
"Hey, do you hear that?" The voice on the other end of the phone was a little unhappy.
"heard it!"
"I heard you reply, what's wrong?" After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Lu Feng put down the phone. The first thing that came to his mind was that the current steel industry is all state-owned enterprises. From what he sounds like, Mr. Chen is also a state-owned enterprise boss.
The other party's aggressive tone, coupled with the feeling that asking you to eat is to give you face, Lu Feng felt that if he went to this meal tonight, he might be a joke, but if he didn't go, he would really not be able to survive.
He can fight with Ren Qianbo, but he doesn't dare to go head-to-head with these state-owned enterprises. Although the reform of state-owned enterprises is underway and there are already many public-private partnerships, they are not thorough.
What a state-owned enterprise is, it is an iron rice bowl. It was not until the late 1990s that this iron rice bowl was smashed.
Companies like Ren Qianbo's are already considered very large in the private sector. The entire city can count the millions in private companies worth on one hand. The real bosses are these people, and you can tell from the tone of their voices.
Those who go to Tianyue Hotel to eat can only be said to be rich and cool people. They all drink Maotai in the small canteen.
Lu Feng went through everything that could happen and what would happen in his mind, and told the boss to keep an eye on the factory. He rode his motorcycle to Gao Zhiwei and said, "Get in the car!"
"What are you doing?"
"I'll take you to eat something delicious, a feast!" Lu Feng smiled at him and said, "Don't be afraid, get in the car!"
Gao Zhiwei sat on it with some suspicion, still feeling a little uneasy. The motorcycle sped into the Yesteel Group in the suburbs. The five-mile radius here was all Yesteel's territory, with residential buildings, living areas, and even large supermarkets.
, not much worse than the city center.
I entered the factory directly, inquired with the security guard, and went straight to the second canteen. I stopped at the door and found that Ren Qianbo had just arrived. He opened the car door and walked out.
Their eyes met, and everyone understood that tonight everyone was just a joke, just for drinking.
Lu Feng stepped into the cafeteria. He heard that it was not for ordinary employees. Sure enough, after entering, the people inside were wearing leather shoes, suit pants, white shirts, and backs, all standard equipment.
All he heard was this section chief and that section chief. Lu Feng started his own business because he didn't like this kind of atmosphere.
Once on the second floor, the decoration instantly became luxurious, giving people a sense of grandeur. Ren Qianbo's back was straight, standing there like a pacesetter.
"You guys go to the rich room and wait!" A waiter came over and pointed to the largest private room.
"Didn't you say you would treat me to something delicious?" Gao Zhiwei whispered.
"Yeah, don't worry, there's plenty to eat!"
"I'm not used to this kind of situation. I work in the market, and I'm most afraid of waiting around and not daring to speak." Gao Zhiwei frowned and said, "I feel uncomfortable with the tone, so I went back."
"Come back here, I don't feel well either, so I brought you here."
The two of them were chatting in whispers. There was a polite voice outside the door. The conversation was very lively. When the door opened, Lu Feng saw four or five men, all dressed in similar clothes. There were three people in the middle and two or three elders standing next to them.
He wore a standard smile, bowed his waist slightly, and his eyes were full of sincerity.
That state is obviously a manifestation of skill, which most people cannot achieve.
"Mr. Ren, when did you come?" Chen Mancang walked in and asked.
"Mr. Chen, I just arrived!"
"You are the one from Jiamei Food...Lu Feng, right?"
"Yes, I am..."
"The wine I drank last time was really bad."
"I told you it was fake wine, but you still didn't believe it, so you made a bet with me. Did you lose?"
"I didn't say a bet!"
"Look at this man, he doesn't mean what he says."
Lu Feng stood there a little embarrassed, but he was used to people like them asking you a question. As soon as you answered, they turned around and talked about something else.
"Sit down, sit down!"
Lu Feng sat down, looked at his nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose, without moving. He hurriedly finished his meal and left.
"Lu Feng, I asked you to come here. Let me introduce you." The man sitting in the front seat said: "This is Mr. Chen, the general manager of Hong Leong Group, and this is President Ma of the local Agricultural Bank of China.
, I am the general manager of this metallurgical group, my surname is Huang."
Lu Feng said politely. If state-owned enterprises were considered as businessmen, these three people would definitely be the top three in the local business world.
Everyone was chatting in a very polite manner. Even Ren Qianbo had something to say. The atmosphere at the dinner table was a little too lively. Mr. Huang squinted at Lu Feng and said, "Lu Feng, what do you think Ren Qianbo said?"