There were many people sitting in the office. A man in his forties was sitting at his desk. It was just after the New Year, but there were not many smiles on their faces. Instead, they all looked worried.
"Jiamei Foods? Never heard of this factory. Right now, we can't find any competitors. Their products are far ahead in the market. It feels like this factory just paid for their place on this list."
"I think so too!"
"This factory's name sounds familiar. Oh right, Gao Zhiwei from the marketing department used to work at this factory."
"Shh! Keep your voice down!"
The crowd murmured amongst themselves, none of them having ever heard of this factory. As for Gao Zhiwei's move here, it was even less noteworthy. Too many people had left Wahaha, what use could it possibly be?
Zong was naturally aware of this, and he was not happy about Gao Zhiwei's departure. He also learned a lot about the factory afterward and obtained some information through various channels.
After reading these messages, he initially thought Gao Zhiwei had been deceived and would return on his own after a while. However, the factory unexpectedly rose to prominence, which was the most terrifying aspect.
What's even more terrifying is that their products are performing so well in the market; they're practically a carbon copy of Wahaha from the North.
"President Zong, it's just a small business. As mentioned above, it's estimated to be worth between ten and twenty million, and it only has two factories with less than two thousand employees in total."
"Yes, we merged the canneries this year, and now we have over 10,000 employees."
"I'll tell you something. Last June, the owner of Jiaming Foods was supposedly starving. He made over 200,000 yuan in August, built a factory that same month, and by the end of October, he had squeezed out the largest food factory in the area. At the end of the year, he acquired a raw material processing plant in Baiyuan City."
The speed of this action truly startled everyone present.
"Whose family member is this?"
Everyone had the same expression on their face. At this speed and so smoothly, it was obvious what was going on.
"If he were a leader's family member, would I be so concerned? He has no background, he's crazy, and he's ruthless and decisive. I'm sure we're being watched; this year is definitely going to be tough." Manager Zong put the documents on the table and said, "Acquire the cannery as soon as possible. Has the price been set?"
"They're asking for 80 million. Shall we discuss it further?"
"Enough talk, 80 million it is. Speed up production. Last year's target was to satisfy the southern market, but that must change now. We need to go beyond just the southern market." Zong Qinghou's gaze sharpened, and he said in a deep voice, "We also need to expand northward!"
Eighty million is nothing more than a wave of the hand. If Lu Feng had such generosity, he would probably walk around with background music playing. But he is indeed arrogant, so there's nothing we can do about it!
Gao Zhiwei was very well-informed; someone called him that afternoon to ask about Jiaming Foods and briefly explained the situation.
When Gao Zhiwei learned that President Zong was actually targeting Jiaming Foods, a small factory in the north, as a competitor, he was caught off guard and panicked for a moment. After calming down, he couldn't understand it no matter how he thought about it. Not to mention that the two companies had no contact in the market and their products were not competing in the same market, the only thing that could cause the two companies to fight was him.
After all, Lu Feng poached him.
Furthermore, in Gao Zhiwei's eyes, Wahaha attacking Jiamei Foods is like an adult hitting a child—they can beat them however they want!
He said that what he felt was only what a manager could feel, but a real entrepreneur could feel the murderous aura. Zong Zong sensed the murderous aura from Lu Feng.
A person who has risen rapidly in just six months has ambitions that go far beyond a small factory. He has never met Lu Feng, but he understands Lu Feng better than Gao Zhiwei because they are the same kind of people!
Even if such a person doesn't become an opponent this year, they will inevitably become an adversary sooner or later. It's best to eliminate them first!
The next morning, Lu Feng arrived at the factory early. Da Tou, Han Dong, and the others were already there, as were all the employees. On the first day of the new year, auspicious signs were expected. Firecrackers were set off, a few words were exchanged, and then Lu Feng went into his office.
He took the map out of his desk. It wasn't realistic to start all sixteen factories at once, so they had to be processed in four batches. The subsequent processing of raw materials also had to keep up. The supply chain was the key to long-term stability, and Lu Feng was very clear about this.
The phone on the table rang, and Lu Feng answered it, saying, "Who is it?"
"Mr. Lu, it's me." Gao Zhiwei's voice came from the other end of the phone: "I called your home to tell you that you've arrived at the factory and I have something to tell you, something I think is quite important."
"What's wrong? Can't those people make a decision? Or do they think the money is too little?" Lu Feng asked casually.
“I was talking to a former colleague of mine today. One of them lives downstairs from me. We just finished talking and he left. They received some kind of list, like Forbes, a list of potential emerging food companies in China. We are ranked second. Wahaha is first. They had a meeting this morning, and President Zong took us as a target. I heard that he acquired a cannery for 80 million yuan to expand production, not only to meet the needs of the southern market, but also to go north.”
"What?" Lu Feng's voice rose several times, his head buzzing. He hadn't even made a move yet, how could he have made the first move?
"Go back as soon as possible and bring back all those negotiators. It's hard to explain over the phone; we'll discuss it in a meeting later," Lu Feng said in a deep voice.
"I think our small factory only has a limited market, and our products are in a niche market, so it won't have much of an impact. Mr. Zong is making a mountain out of a molehill," Gao Zhiwei muttered.
"Stop talking nonsense, he's not stupid, just say it!" Lu Feng said and hung up the phone.
Lu Feng's good mood was instantly ruined, and an unprecedented sense of urgency arose. The first half of this year would be exceptionally fierce; he could already see that scenario, and the market competition would be white-hot.
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