The next morning, Lu Feng arrived at the workshop first, only to find a large crowd of people and various cars already parked at the entrance. His heart sank, and his first thought was whether his identity had been exposed and whether they were all there to collect debts.
Zhou Hao was so excited that he couldn't sleep all night. He squatted at the door at five in the morning. Now he was afraid of one thing: that Lu Feng would not accept the harvested grain.
"Boss Lu?" Zhou Hao saw Lu Feng and hurriedly stood up, threw his cigarette butt on the ground, and rushed over.
A group of people rushed over and surrounded Lu Feng.
"Boss Lu, are you a supplier? Could you give me a truckload?"
"I'd like to make two trips, is that okay? I have a minivan, it can't carry much."
"Mr. Lu, I was here first!"
The chattering noise made Lu Feng's head spin. Confused, he pulled Zhou Hao aside and asked, "Why are there so many people? Did you sell out all the canned goods you brought yesterday?"
"It sold out in two hours, all turned into grain, and it's all on the truck," Zhou Hao said excitedly.
Two hours?
Lu Feng felt a chill run down his spine. He had considered that the rural market had huge purchasing power, but he hadn't expected it to be this big. Only one thought remained in his mind.
I'm going to become incredibly rich!
"Everyone, please don't argue, take it slow. We'll increase production today, and you can also buy some fruit from the village to sell to me." Lu Feng knew that with this level of popularity, the fruit from Sun Longbin's village definitely wouldn't be able to keep up with demand.
A few minutes later, Da Tou arrived on his old bicycle. He was surprised to see so many people. A dozen minutes later, the workers started working, and canned food was being processed in a steady stream.
"Big Head, go and notify the glass factory to supply the goods. This time, we need 20,000 bottles." After giving the instructions, Lu Feng jumped into Zhou Hao's car and headed straight for the grain station.
With Station Master Wang's approval, things went smoothly and quickly; the truckload of grain sold for 745.62 yuan.
On the way back, Lu Feng silently calculated the costs in his mind. The net profit should be more than four hundred yuan, which already included Zhou Hao's two cents commission.
The profit per truck is over 400. With the current efficiency, producing four or five trucks a day is no problem, and the daily profit is 2,000 yuan. We can become a 10,000-yuan household in five days!
If production is expanded and more workers are hired, becoming a millionaire in a day is not a problem.
Back at the workshop, Da Tou was already directing people to unload the goods. The packaged canned goods were piled up to the side. The entire workshop was in good order. Lu Feng wanted to arrange for them to get busy, but then he suddenly remembered that he had to go out to dinner with Jiang Xiaoyan, so he could only hand over the work to Da Tou first.
"In a little while, have them pay a deposit before they pick up the goods. Make sure they remember all the names; the accounts can't be messed up!"
"Brother Feng, I understand!" Da Tou nodded seriously.
"Big Head, work hard, I won't let you down, the future is bright!" Lu Feng patted him on the shoulder.
On the way back, Lu Feng was still thinking about hiring more people. Since wages were low now and profits were so high, he had to seize the market. Moreover, canned goods were seasonal, and costs would increase exponentially after the local fruit season.
It was already 10:30 in the morning. Jiang Xiaoyan had changed into a long dress and tied her hair up. Although she wasn't wearing makeup, she exuded an indescribable natural beauty.
"Where have you been so early in the morning?" Jiang Xiaoyan asked anxiously, glancing at the time.
Lu Feng pushed open the door and stared blankly at Jiang Xiaoyan, who was wearing a long dress. He had to admit that she was indeed a beauty, the kind who could make people unable to look away after just a little dressing up.
I can't believe it. If makeup techniques were as good as they are twenty years from now, she would have captivated so many people.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Where did you run off to so early in the morning?" Jiang Xiaoyan questioned.
"You're so beautiful!" Lu Feng exclaimed sincerely.
Jiang Xiaoyan had never been praised so openly before. Her face flushed, she punched him lightly and said, "Why have you been so glib lately? You didn't even lock the door. People will laugh at you if they hear you."
"It's really beautiful. I could shout it out even if I stood on the street and used a megaphone."
"You shameless bastard!" Jiang Xiaoyan rolled her eyes at him and said, "Hurry up and let's go, we're going to be late."
Lu Feng knew she was shy and a very traditional girl, but he didn't expect her to be this shy. He smiled and said, "I'll go change my clothes."
It was too hot, so she wasn't wearing a suit jacket, just a white shirt. Looking at her clean shirt, Lu Feng thought to himself, she really is a clean woman. Every night when she came home from get off work, she would definitely wash her clothes if she had worn them.
There wasn't enough time to walk there, so Lu Feng borrowed a motorcycle from the third brother downstairs, and the family rode straight to the Tianyue Hotel.
Tianyue Hotel, the only seven-story hotel in the city, is definitely a place for local tycoons to spend money on. I heard that a meal there costs ten yuan, and that the waitresses are particularly beautiful. There are even rumors that the interior decorations are gilded.
Ordinary people would avoid that place; what's inside is entirely up to their imagination!
When they got downstairs, Duoduo jumped out of the car and looked at the tall building. She held up one slender white finger and counted, "One, two, three..."
"Seven floors, stop counting!"
"It's so high!" Duoduo exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. "Daddy, it's so high!"
Only these three words remained in her mouth, as if the seven-story hotel had given her countless shocks. Lu Feng turned his head to look at the hotel and felt a little emotional.
It's 1989 now, and kids think a seven-story building is so tall. Thirty years later, in 2019, when kids see a seven-story building like that, they'll just laugh and say it's too short and outdated.
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