There were quite a few employees around. As soon as Lu Feng entered the factory gate, some people noticed Zhang Fengxia and whispered about what the pretty woman following behind the boss was doing.
Some long-time employees who had met Jiang Xiaoyan said that she was not President Lu's wife.
Now that Zhang Fengxia wants money, and 300,000 yuan at that, and has said such things, it's hard not to speculate. Everyone looked at each other, their hearts burning with gossip, but no one dared to ask. They even lowered their heads, deliberately avoiding the question.
They also understand that men, once they have money, are more likely to become less frugal.
Director Zhou of the Finance Department did not expect that the first thing he had to deal with for the boss would be so tricky. He was a veteran in finance, but he still had no experience in dealing with this situation.
"Mr. Lu, are you going to pay this money or not?"
"Give me a hammer? Are you going to pay the extra 150,000?" Lu Feng said, pulling his suitcase towards his office.
"You won't leave until you give it to me? Is that how you act? It's only half the right amount!" Zhang Fengxia followed after him, muttering incessantly.
As soon as Lu Feng left, a group of people crowded around, eager to gossip. Director Zhou cleared his throat and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Everyone, just mind your own business, okay?"
Inside the office, Zhang Fengxia glared angrily at Lu Feng and shouted, "How could you do this?"
"You said it yourself, you said it back then."
"I was so scared I almost peed my pants. Even if you didn't give me half, or even a single penny, I would have agreed. I've gone to so many places with you and used so many connections during this time." Zhang Fengxia pointed at him, panting with anger.
Lu Feng sat down, looking at the pile of documents on the table with a bit of a headache. He now pays by speaking whenever possible, trying to save money wherever possible.
“Three hundred thousand is fine with me!” Lu Feng took out a piece of paper, held a pen and wrote for a while, then said, “This is an IOU for three hundred thousand. Come to me next year at this time.”
Zhang Fengxia took the IOU, glanced at it, tore it up, plopped down on the sofa, and said, "If you don't pay me, I'll come to your house and eat white rice."
"Perfect, I can keep my wife entertained and also soothe the kids."
"You...you're really shameless!"
Lu Feng ignored them, looked down at the documents, which were all original documents for the construction of factories in various places, and signed the ones that needed to be signed!
Jiaming Food Raw Material Processing Plant in Baiyuan City is now fully operational and is preparing to expand its scale, increasing the number of employees to more than 700. At that time, it will not only be able to supply the local area, but also supply the new plant in Hebei.
Since the beginning of this year, production has continued to accelerate, and the market has been deeply cultivated, covering six cities and twenty-seven counties in the province, with monthly profits increasing to more than three million yuan.
Lu Feng flipped through the latest market research report. A rough survey showed that Jiaming Foods' profit ceiling in the province was over five million yuan, with an annual profit of around sixty million yuan, and a market share of twelve percent in the food industry.
This market share is terrifying. Even the most popular food market in later generations could not exceed three percent. Such a high market share is entirely due to the lack of local food companies and the homogeneity of market products. It's like a TV series nowadays, where every series becomes a hit, not because it's better than later ones, but because there's only one of its kind.
With a net profit of 60 million yuan a year in a province, if Lu Feng were to build sixteen factories, he would be considered the richest man in the region.
Of course, the road ahead is long, and market competition will be extremely fierce.
The negotiations for the six factories in the early stages have all been completed. Gao Zhiwei has taken the lead in establishing a planning department, which brings together the talents cultivated in the factories and all the state-owned enterprise talents recruited to plan for the six factories in the early stages.
The six factories occupy a total of 11,400 mu of land, almost 2,000 mu per factory. Lu Feng was not surprised at all by the scale of the land acquisition, as land is practically worthless now.
The six locations received a total of 89 million yuan in low-interest and interest-free loans, most of which were designated as special funds that could not be withdrawn as cash and could only be transferred through bank transfers. Some locations even stipulated that the funds could only be spent on certain construction companies.
With nearly 90 million in funding, there shouldn't be any problem building a few factories in the early stages. Lu Feng looked at the funds and found that about 16 million were non-specific funds, which was enough to purchase large-scale production lines.
There was a knock on the door. Gao Zhiwei stood in the doorway, and Lu Feng looked up and said, "Come in!"
When Gao Zhiwei entered the room, he saw Zhang Fengxia sitting there with her puffed-up cheeks. He was a little puzzled, but he had also heard that the two of them seemed to have had a fight.
"Mr. Lu, you came straight to the factory? Didn't you go back to see your wife?"
"Have a seat, let's finish up the factory business first." Lu Feng flipped through the documents and asked, "How's the assembly line going? I haven't seen any orders for it."
"Here it is." Gao Zhiwei pulled a red folder from a pile of folders, placed it on the table, and asked in a low voice, "Did you two have a fight?"
“You don’t need to whisper. I can hear you in this tiny office. Gao Zhiwei, you figure it out yourself. You’re not getting paid after you’ve done it,” Zhang Fengxia said irritably.
Gao Zhiwei looked at Lu Feng with a troubled expression.
“I gave her 150,000, but she insisted on 300,000. She said she wanted half of that.”
"Three hundred thousand?" Gao Zhiwei was shocked by this number and looked at Zhang Fengxia, saying, "Didn't we agree on thirty thousand?"
“Thirty thousand is one thing, but ask him what happened during that time. I was almost killed. If I had known it would turn out like this, I wouldn’t have gone even if it were three million, let alone three hundred thousand.” Zhang Fengxia’s face still showed lingering fear when she recalled that night.
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