The market is the most impartial teacher and will not favor anyone. Jiamei's food has begun to sweep the market, with huge profits. Some people have become second-hand dealers and sell to other empty markets to earn the price difference.
Ren Qianbo's report in the local economic daily brought an end to the battle between Jiamei and Wanyuan. Everyone was awakened by the turmoil in the market today. Everything is not over yet, and there is an undercurrent.
Gao Zhiwei went on a business trip to the next city and planned to supply the goods as a general agent and let local local snakes promote it. Lu Feng arrived at the factory on time at six o'clock every morning. Everyone was as busy as ***.
The entire factory staff was strengthened, and another forty or fifty people were recruited. Everything was going on in an orderly manner. In less than a week, Jiamei food was everywhere, and you could see it in any canteen.
Children competing for fighting power and collecting cards in exchange for gifts have become a trend in the school. Ren Qianbo's Wanyuan Food suffered heavy losses.
The market share dropped, and Ren Qianbo had no choice but to transfer all profits to terminal retailers. He began to lose money, distributed a large number of products to occupy the market, ran newspapers, media, and TV advertisements, and constantly criticized each other.
Losing more than 60,000 yuan a day, this figure is unimaginable for a food factory with 300 people. The competition now is who has the strongest funds and frantically gives profits to the market. It is a complete money-spreading operation.
Ren Qianbo intercepted Lu Feng's canning business and made more than 200,000 yuan. In less than a week, he lost all of it, and the funds in his account became less and less.
He has two choices. First, admit defeat, pay wages to his employees, sell the factory, and he can continue to live a prosperous life. Second, refuse to admit defeat, continue to burn money, and spend his savings on it.
, this is a bottomless pit, and it is also the reason why many businessmen jump off the building when their company goes bankrupt.
Business is another kind of gambling, betting on tomorrow, betting on hope, betting on whether you can make big money if you survive this wave.
As a boss named Ma said many years later, today is cruel, tomorrow will be even crueler, and the day after tomorrow will be beautiful, but most people will die tomorrow night.
Mr. Huang was busy for a while. There were many meetings in state-owned enterprises. After finishing his work, he watched the fierce battle with great interest. When he saw Ren Qianbo pouring his savings into it, he wanted to have a big fight with Lu Feng.
By then, Mr. Huang had already seen the ending.
There are countless people behind Lu Feng. If he can raise one million illegally, he can raise 10 million, or even 100 million. Even if something goes wrong, the big deal is to seize the big ones.
Ren Qianbo is not competing with Lu Feng to burn money, but with the people of the whole country. There is no other option except losing.
Mr. Huang sighed, leaned on the chair, looked out the window, and found snowflakes falling, and sighed inwardly, the snow fell a bit early this year.
"Snowing!"
Datou stood in the corridor and knocked on the glass of Lu Feng's office. A smile appeared on his honest face. It seemed that the snow made him very happy. However, this period of time was too depressing. The first thing he did when he got home every day was to go to bed.
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Lu Feng looked at the month card on his desk. It was November 10th. His hair was very long, his beard was also very long, his eyes were full of fatigue, and he was wearing a coat. He had the aura of an old factory manager.
Now everyone in the factory is scared when they see him. Lu Feng raised his head and said, "You have nothing to do? Why don't you stay and supervise production at night?"
Big Head walked away in despair.
The money on the table was gone. Lu Feng opened the cabinet on his desk. It was almost empty. The more than one million yuan was almost burned. To give rebates to those who invested, there was now less than 400,000 yuan left.
"In nineteen more days, it's time to rebate again." Lu Feng looked at the sparse snowflakes outside the window and felt a little worried. If Ren Qianbo resisted for another month, there would be a thunderstorm.
"Can you handle it? The market can no longer accommodate you, so why bother subsidizing it with money? Your era has passed, and I should control the era next."
"You are just a door-to-door son-in-law. You rely on the power of your father-in-law to monopolize the market. There is no competition and you live comfortably. Are you saying that you will spend more than a million and lose all your pension money?"
"Stop resisting. I don't want Datou to be sentenced to life imprisonment, otherwise my conscience will be uneasy for the rest of my life."
Lu Feng stood at the door with the cigarette burning in his hand. As the saying goes, when an avalanche occurs, no snowflake is innocent. If Ren Qianbo continues to struggle, there will really be an avalanche!!!
Wanyuan Food Factory went from 427 employees at its peak to less than 100 now in just 28 days!
Ren Qianbo has a skinny figure and sunken eye sockets. He is completely different from a month ago. The table in front of him is covered with newspapers and various folders. His fingers are yellowed by smoke. It is unknown how much he smoked.
"Mr. Ren, there is too much backlog and we can't sell it in the retail market. Our new products don't have the sales power of Camry. The most important thing is that we really can't keep burning money."
Ren Qianbo sold his house and car. In one month, he burned 1.26 million, turning him from a millionaire to a pauper.
"Where did he get so much money?"
Ren Qianbo slapped the table angrily. In the past month, he had asked this question countless times, but no one answered him.
Give up?
He was unwilling to give in and started crying like a child while sitting in his seat.
"Why don't you give him a call and negotiate, and we can divide the market?" Liu Biao suggested.
Half a month ago, when Ren Qianbo hadn't sold his house or car, he had already called him and even started crying on the phone. In exchange, Lu Feng said coldly, "Businessmen don't believe in tears."
After a long while, Ren Qianbo stopped crying and said, "I'll borrow some."
During this month, not to mention the business community, even ordinary people watched the excitement. Every vendor knew that selling Wanyuan and Jiamei products made more money than selling anything else. I don’t know how many people made a fortune from this.
The most important thing is to sell Camry, which is very easy to sell. The local market is fierce and the profit is low, so I bring it to the next city. Some people even go to several cities to help Camry promote its products.
At first, Lu Feng targeted three surrounding cities. As Gao Zhiwei was busy promoting, within a week, he found that their products were available in seven or eight cities, and Erdao dealers transported the products there.
When Gao Zhiwei told Lu Feng this matter, the expression on his face was indescribably wonderful. With such popularity, he only thought of one product, Wahaha. When Wahaha was launched, it had this effect.
Lu Feng looked through the account book, silently calculating in his mind, when the phone rang, he picked up the phone and said, "Who is it?"
"Brother Lu, I'm Mr. Chen, do you remember?" The voice on the other end of the phone was a little unsure.
"Mr. Chen? Which Mr. Chen?" Lu Feng asked in confusion.
"It's the Hong Leong Group. I had dinner with Mr. Huang of the Metallurgical Group a few months ago."
Lu Feng remembered that he had not contacted this person since the last time he had dinner. He was partial to Ren Qianbo and said, "Long time no see. What's going on with Mr. Chen?"
"It's nothing. I've just been paying attention to the affairs between you recently. The fights have been very fierce. There's nothing we can't sit down and talk about. Now we're both going to lose. What I mean is, give me some face and have a meal together tonight."
Starting tomorrow, set a profit point, everyone is the same." The old man on the phone said.
"Go away! Silly!"
Lu Feng hung up the phone immediately after speaking.