"I invited someone to negotiate, not to provoke me. You can go back anytime if you're not happy," Lu Feng said in a deep voice.
Even the two people behind couldn't stand it anymore and said, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Don't trouble President Lu too much."
"He invited me here. He looks like a complete idiot."
Lu Feng glanced at it, said nothing, parked the car downstairs at the Tianyue Hotel, and had already booked a room.
On the sixth floor, in the reception room, Lu Feng looked at Gao Zhiwei and said, "Why did you bring back a living ancestor for me? Damn, she's been nagging me the whole way, I wanted to punch her."
"I can't do anything about it. They have really strong connections. I heard her grandfather is a retired senior cadre. These kinds of negotiations are all about connections. There are three more people coming over in a while!" Gao Zhiwei said helplessly.
Lu Feng took a deep breath. He really wanted to kick her out and handle the situation himself, but he knew he couldn't. The production time of the first batch of factories would be the deciding factor in his fate. The market opportunity was there, and if he didn't seize it, he would die.
"I'll endure it, I'll try my best to endure it!" Lu Feng sat down and quickly drank a glass of water.
"Mr. Lu, has Da Tou left?"
"He's gone. I had Manager Li find him an adult school to attend; it seems like it'll take three years. Also, the canned goods deal is finalized. I've already sent Manager Li to Baiyuan City. You can go check on the factory there again. I don't have time for these things, understand?"
"I know. I'll hold a meeting when I get back today to sort things out. Did we manage to secure Ren Qianbo's factory?"
"No, it's a small matter, but a big deal. It's not worth it," Lu Feng shook his head.
"Huh?" Gao Zhiwei thought he had already won the case. Knowing Lu Feng as he did, he would run faster than anyone else when it came to taking advantage of someone. He had been eyeing that factory for a long time.
He could tell that Lu Feng was very anxious, an anxiety stemming from the market, or more precisely, from President Zong.
"Leave the product packaging design, positioning, and marketing to me—that canned food. You can handle the rest. Call them over for a meeting in a bit, and let's get started!"
"So fast?"
"Speed is of the essence in war, so I'll rest for a bit. The constant chatter on the way here is giving me a headache," Lu Feng said, rubbing his temples in annoyance.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, the three people sat down opposite Lu Feng. Gao Zhiwei gave a brief introduction and said, "Next, let's hear from President Lu about these two factories and the subsequent situation."
Lu Feng knew he couldn't hide it any longer, so he cleared his throat and said, "Let me correct you. It's not two factories, but six. And this is just the initial stage. In my overall plan, there are sixteen factories that need to be negotiated this year. In other words, you need to work non-stop, finishing one place and immediately rushing to the next."
The three people weren't surprised, but Gao Zhiwei felt like he was about to explode. Lu Feng always gave him surprises, but this surprise was too big. So big that he pulled his hair, shook his head repeatedly, and muttered that it was impossible.
"Mr. Gao, are you alright?"
"What's wrong?"
"Sixteen factories? Are you crazy?" Gao Zhiwei stood up, staring wide-eyed at Lu Feng. "Even if they all start operating this year, you know that once a chain reaction occurs, it'll be a series of explosions..."
“I know everything you’re saying!” Lu Feng leaned back on the sofa and looked at him, saying, “But if I don’t risk my life, how can I compete with Wahaha? They bought a factory for 80 million.”
"He sells nutrient solutions..."
"Stop talking. You're in charge of the factory's operation; these things aren't your concern."
"But now there are risks..."
"If you keep talking, you'll be fired!" Lu Feng looked at him coldly, his face frosty.
Gao Zhiwei slumped onto the sofa like a deflated balloon. He couldn't stop this high-stakes gamble. Lu Feng had often won bets in the past, but he felt that he might not win this time.
Even Zhang Fengxia and the other two felt that all of this was absolutely insane!
He only has two factories, yet he uses those two factories to leverage sixteen others.
“I think you should listen to him, otherwise you might lose both factories,” Zhang Fengxia said.
"What's it to you? Are you a senior executive in my factory?" Lu Feng stared at her and retorted, "Shut your mouth!"
"You!" Zhang Fengxia glared angrily.
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