As everyone took their seats, Gao Zhiwei went out to say a few words. Then, under warm applause, Lu Feng stepped out and stood in the front row. The first thing he did was to look at his watch.
"I'm glad to see you all here. I'm pressed for time, so I won't go into too much nonsense. Our 1024 Financial Project is a national project that raises funds for southern cities for a period of fifteen months. The reason why we can give so much rebate
, because I am anxious to use it.”
Lu Feng cleared his throat, his face neither sad nor happy, and said solemnly: "We need a lot of money, but the four major banks have solved a lot of it. People eat meat, and we just drink soup. I also invested a lot myself.
As for why I want to give it to everyone, because I am a local. My dad came out from here. He told me that people should not forget their roots. I can feel that my soul is deeply rooted here and I want to do something for the people here.
What."
Lu Feng choked up even more as he spoke. He talked about his father's deeds back then. He was bullied outside and it was not easy to start a business. Many elderly people shed tears when he heard this.
"Okay, that's all, I'm leaving first." After speaking, Lu Feng walked out of the door, turned around and went up to the second floor, leaving the rest to Gao Zhiwei.
An hour later, Gao Zhiwei entered the office, with heavy bags in his hands, and said: "A few old ladies took out coffin boards. When I signed the contract, I was thinking, if we are really liars, these people
I’m afraid I won’t survive.”
"It's a pity that we are not!" Lu Feng took the bag over and asked, "How much does it cost?"
"Sixty-seven thousand!"
"So many?" Lu Feng said with some surprise: "This is one hundred thousand. If these people go back and pass it on to ten, then they will pass it on to hundreds. We really need money."
Gao Zhiwei lit a cigarette and nodded silently, looking very worried. He raised his eyelids and glanced at Lu Feng, and asked seriously: "Are you sure you can kill Ren Qianbo by burning hundreds of thousands?"
"I'm sure!" Lu Feng said with certainty: "The profits of Wanyuan Food to retailers have been collected, we will continue, you know?"
Lu Feng was like a joke for the business world that had been silent for many years. Everyone was waiting to see the fun, but it ended so suddenly, which was not very enjoyable.
It seems that nothing has happened. This former state-owned sugar factory, now Jiamei Food, has become dim again, as if it has lost its luster in everyone's eyes, and then faded out of everyone's sight. One day when passing by, it will appear again.
I saw a pile of weeds in the yard.
Only one person is still paying attention, Mr. Huang, and his driver Xiao Zhao is very uncomfortable. The first thing he thinks about when he goes to work every morning is, will the grandson who replaces him come?
As the profits of Wanyuan Foods declined, the retail bosses no longer wanted to sell them. Instead, the products of Jiamei Foods were not only popular, but also very profitable.
After a few days, the supply has exceeded the demand, the shipment volume is small, and the market demand is large. Lu Feng keeps calling every day, with the attitude of a canning workshop, and the market is slowly showing the prelude to a boom.
Ren Qianbo took He Yanli out for a few days to have fun. Now he no longer had to avoid anyone. He could take him home if he wanted. After drinking for a few days and enjoying it, he realized something was wrong when he returned to the factory.
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"It hasn't closed down yet?" Ren Qianbo's voice rose several times.
"Why didn't you tell me? You didn't tell me such a serious thing?"
Liu Biao hurriedly said: "Mr. Ren, please calm down. It's a small matter. Their shipment volume is very small. They purchase two thousand yuan from Mr. Zuo every day. It won't make a difference. I think you are very tired, so I didn't say anything."
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Ren Qianbo felt a little flustered, and a very bad feeling lingered in his heart. According to his estimation, Lu Feng's account had absolutely no money now. How could he continue to produce?
I picked up the phone and called Lu Feng immediately.
In Lu Feng's office, he took out bundles of banknotes from the cabinet, and there were a lot of contracts next to them. Lu Feng was still a little shocked when he looked at such a large amount of money, and asked, "How much does it cost?"
?”
"It's more than 1.67 million, and there are still people who want to invest in it today, maybe 350,000."
Lu Feng hurriedly waved his hand and said: "That's enough. We won't accept investment. We will send them money on the 1st of next month. Remember to have receipts. We have to pay back all the money if we use it completely. We won't give them a penny more, and we won't give them any less."
one cent."
"Know!"
The two were just about to sort out their money when the phone rang. Lu Feng picked up the phone and said, "Who is it?"
"I, Ren Qianbo, Boss Lu, don't you have no money? You are going to sell the machine and just pay the employees wages. Why are you still producing? And the retail profits of the products on the market are still so high?
what do you mean?"
"Mr. Ren, don't be angry. I've been borrowing money to make a living during this period. I finally built a factory, right?" Lu Feng's mouth was full of smiles. He reached out and patted the pile of money that was half a person high and said with a smile.
: "Brother, I still want to struggle."
"You lose money every day, why are you struggling?" Ren Qianbo said solemnly on the other end of the phone: "If you are playing tricks on me, be careful and I will tell my brother directly, you can't even buy raw materials."
"Hahahaha!" Lu Feng laughed, very arrogantly, and said: "You can give it a try, I won't tell you anymore, I have something to do, I'm busy."
After that, he hung up the phone.
Ren Qianbo listened to the blind tone on the phone, his heart beat faster, and the bad feeling became more and more serious, but he couldn't understand it, really couldn't understand it.
I picked up the phone and called Mr. Zuo, but the line was busy.
Lu Feng sat on the boss's chair, holding the phone and said: "Mr. Zuo, let's have dinner together tonight and discuss some big business."
"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. What kind of big business can you negotiate? I'm done!"
"More than a million dollars in business."
Lu Feng listened to the call and said, "Don't you want to hang up?"
"Where did you get more than one million? Are you bluffing me?"
"Yes, it's all in cash. Let's have dinner at Tianyue Hotel tonight. I'll treat you. You can have abalone and lobster as you like. That's the day Mr. Ren will treat you to dinner in that private room. I'll be waiting for you with a business of more than one million yuan!"
After Lu Feng finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
Lu Feng stood up and helped organize the money. He looked at Gao Zhiwei and said, "It's time for you to do your job. The raw materials will be in place tomorrow and mass shipments will begin the day after tomorrow. My request is that within a month, the three surrounding cities will
, We must destroy Wanyuan Food. As soon as he falls, we will immediately collect the profits. We must repay the burned money to others within a month, otherwise the boss will have to go to jail."
Gao Zhiwei nodded and said, "Don't worry."
Ren Qianbo called Mr. Zuo and wanted to treat him to dinner in the evening. He asked him to directly cut off Lu Feng's supply. He would give him some benefits and directly extinguish his spark.
But Mr. Zuo refused, saying that he would have dinner with a big boss tonight and another day.
Ren Qianbo suddenly felt that everything had changed in a few days, and there was a smell of suffocation in the air, making him anxious.