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Ren Qianbo's embarrassment has made the city's business community feel a strong signal. Lu Feng is not easy to provoke. He is in the dark. If you don't have his background, don't provoke him.

In the morning, Gao Zhiwei took twenty or thirty people to promote Jiamei Food everywhere. With Gao Zhiwei's ability, it was simple, and the most important thing was to make too much profit.

According to Gao Zhiwei's words, this is a big coin throw, and the merchant has no reason not to accept it. The profit from the sale is mine. If you can't sell it, the goods will be returned to you.

From the commissary to the wholesale market, Wanyuan Foods did not hold onto it. Jiamei has fully settled in, and even some billboards are placed in front of Wanyuan.

It's just that the price Lu Feng paid was too great, and he was accelerating the burning of the few remaining funds.

After two o’clock in the afternoon, Ren Qianbo finally finished his work. Sitting in the office, looking at Liu Biao opposite, he said, “Manager Liu, you don’t know what happened to the factory. It's at the door."

Liu Biao was about to cry. He knew where he went, but he couldn't shirk it. Mr. Ren was suffocated and needed to vent. This manager is a venting bag.

Ren Qianbo felt a little more comfortable after a scream, lit a cigarette, and said, "What's the situation in the market?"

"When I was eating at noon, I chatted with their employees. Basically, the supply is no problem. The wholesale market is also starting to sell. Basically, it is available in the city. Next is the county and the village. The goods are sold today. There are four trucks, and some inventory has been cleared."

"What about the profit?"

"I asked some commissary owners, they really don't make money. If this goes on, he won't have to do anything, he will kill himself. Selling goods doesn't make money. Isn't this a problem with his head?" Liu Biao nodded confidently. Said: "Don't worry, let him fend for himself."

When Ren Qianbo heard this kind of nonsense, he was killed by Lu Feng and asked, "How much money does he have in his account?"

"I don't know this."

"Let him distribute the goods, I will be annoyed, the market is occupied, it is the war of attrition, he is exhausted, and I am about to waste." Ren Qianbo frowned as he spoke, and he has been in the factory today. , The brow stretched out.

"Yes, our profits have fallen drastically. It is best to let him go bankrupt as soon as possible!"

Ren Qianbo nodded, sat there thinking for more than ten minutes, then came back to his senses and said: "Leave it to you, the mysterious Liu Cuifang posted outside, find me, whoever posted it, call Zuo Zong A call, I will invite him to dinner."

"Which Chief Zuo?"

"Supplier Mr. Zuo!" Ren Qianbo showed a smile on his face, and smiled gloomily: "I'll give him a salary draw from the bottom of the pan, and I will set it at Tianyue!"

Standing in front of the warehouse, Lu Feng looked at the last batch of goods being pulled away. He couldn't express his joy. There was such a large demand on the first day, indicating that the products were very popular with children.

The big head was sitting aside smoking a cigarette, his face was as ugly as pig liver. Seeing him like this, Lu Feng lifted his foot and kicked, and said, "It's like a dead person at home. Why, can't you be festive?"

"I really don't know what you are happy about, you are losing money. We have to pay 25 yuan for a car like this. What is the picture? Twenty-five yuan for a table to eat, isn't he fragrant?" Puzzled.

"The market, you understand, take the first place, just burn money to grab the market, don't you understand?" Lu Feng squatted down and said, "We will win. We will lose money in the first place, but the money will be coming."

"It's coming, I didn't see it, anyway, every day." The big head sighed and said: "There are less than 30,000 left, assembly line maintenance, such a big factory, today it lacks a hammer, tomorrow it will A nail is missing, it's all money."

"I know, daily maintenance!"

Lu Feng wanted to comfort him and cheer him up. The aunt who cleaned the office called out, "Mr. Lu, there is a call from you."

Lu Feng went back to pick up the phone and said, "Who?"

"Me, Huang Youwei of Metallurgical Group!"

"Mr. Huang, why do you remember calling me?" Lu Feng said with a smile.

"I didn't do anything today. I watched the scene for a whole day. It's lively. Now this scene is temporarily over. I want to invite you, an actor, to dinner." Mr. Huang's voice was full of ridicule.

"Don't dare, it's just the courtesy and commerce. I dare not act in a big drama in front of you. An expert like you can see it clearly."

"Don't talk nonsense, your kid is hacking, knowing that you are tight on money, I will treat you, Tianyue Hotel, hurry up, I will leave now."

"Ah? Me..." Lu Feng had originally thought of holding a meeting with Gao Zhiwei at night to collect feedback from the market, but now people give a face and can't refuse.

In any case, a person like Mr. Huang is not a businessman. He is behind a state-owned enterprise. If he makes a transfer tomorrow, he may become a leader.

Appreciation of such characters can also be regarded as a way for Lu Feng.

"Okay, but I'll treat you, I don't dare to spend your money." Lu Feng hung up the phone after a few polite words.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the night was grey and autumn, and there was a bit of coolness in the air. If you look at it, you will find that the leaves on the roadside have quietly turned yellow.

Qiu Yirun was silent.

Ren Qianbo’s car stopped downstairs at Tianyue Hotel. He did not go upstairs. After waiting for a few minutes, another car drove up and came down a bald man in his 50s with a few words on his face. Divide wretched.

"It's been a long time since Mr. Zuo!" Ren Qianbo stepped forward and said enthusiastically~www.readwn.com~ Why did you suddenly invite me to dinner? Today is very lively, I have never stopped the phone, you are nothing but three treasure hall. "Zuo Zuo said with a smile.

"Look at you making fun of me, so I can't treat you to dinner?"

The two talked and laughed and went upstairs.

A few minutes later, Lu Feng stopped downstairs on a motorcycle, and saw Ren Qianbo's car stunned. After thinking for a while, President Huang didn't need to get the two together again, right?

He didn't say it was Ren Qianbo?

What are you going to do? As a peacemaker, mediation?

Lu Feng couldn’t understand it, unless Huang Youwei likes to do this kind of thing, or else he would just provoke a commotion and went upstairs with doubts. The waiter just opened the box door, and Mr. Huang who was sitting inside opened his mouth and said: "You want It's something bad."

"Huh?" Lu Feng's head was full of question marks, wondering: "Mr. Huang, don't scare me."

"Ren Qianbo really doesn't keep his hands this time. The next box is eating."

"Who? Ren Qianbo?"

President Huang nodded and said, "Do you know who you are with?"

"My supplier!"

"clever!"

Lu Feng closed the door. In fact, he knew this fatal flaw himself. He used Ren Qianbo's supplier completely. After so many years of cooperation, the relationship must be unusual.

But if you don't use it, the time will be delayed for too long. He knows that there is such a risk. In order to speed up the time to open the factory, he must use it, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.

For the first time, Mr. Huang saw a sad look on Lu Feng’s face. He thought this young man didn’t know about sorrow. He smiled and said, “I’m not recruiting, right? If you’re broke, just **** with me and give me a bag. Drive a car or something, your kid is clever."

"What a bankruptcy? What a big deal!" Lu Feng said with a smile, "It won't happen!"

"Ok?"

President Huang was really surprised by Lu Feng this time.