After the meal, Ren Qianbo rushed to the Grain Bureau and talked to Station Chief Wang about the situation, hoping to cut off Lu Feng's ability to monetize his assets.
This is his Achilles' heel; if the grain station makes things difficult for him and the grain is tied up for a few days, his cash flow will definitely be strained.
Station Chief Wang, seeing that he reeked of alcohol and glancing at the documents Ren Qianbo had collected, chuckled and said that Lu Feng's sale of grain to the grain station was legal and compliant, and he had no reason to make things difficult for him.
Station Chief Wang also sensed something was wrong, but he didn't take any action. He was always afraid of the worst-case scenario and didn't want to take that risk.
Moreover, the grain depot reform has moved away from the old grain-based system and is gradually implementing market mechanisms. The grain depot is so large that it doesn't make a difference if one Lu Feng is added to it.
The next morning, with the commission reduced to three cents, long queues formed again in front of Lu Feng's workshop, creating a bustling scene.
All the accumulated inventory was loaded onto the truck. A few days ago, there was a shortage of goods, so the large trucks were prioritized for transport. If it was only a dozen or so boxes, it was very difficult to get the goods.
But today, no matter how much, we're shipping it all out.
"Brother Feng, Zhou Hao and his men said to let us load the goods for them first," Da Tou said as he ran over.
"Make them line up. From now on, treat everyone the same, understand?"
“Many people are saying that you beat up Zhou Hao’s wife in the mall, saying it was targeting them. Now the rumors are very exaggerated, saying that you two have a grudge. Just now someone took the lead and said that if we can’t load goods here, we’ll go somewhere else.”
Lu Feng snorted, lit a cigarette, and remained silent.
Han Dong walked over, squatted down next to Lu Feng, and whispered, "Boss Lu, have you heard? Wanyuan Food Factory officially started producing our canned goods today. It's making quite a stir. But we only get a 30% cut, so everyone's coming here."
“Not just that, there are four or five workshops!” Big Head added.
"Three points is too much, isn't it?" Han Dong muttered. "Let's just go back to two points."
"Two cents? What a load of crap!" Lu Feng said. "The days of making easy money are over. Prices will fluctuate wildly. They might even be four cents today. Those big trucks are unreliable. They can run away at any time. Even small wholesale orders will have to go. As for those small workshops, don't worry about them. Even if I don't take action, Ren Qianbo will take care of them."
"But the profits have dropped too much. Local fruit prices have gone up, and they're taking such a large cut." Big Head said helplessly.
"This is just a little money. In large-scale business competition, tens or hundreds of millions can be spent in the blink of an eye. Once a business empire is formed, a money-burning war begins. Even if you have billions, you'll just be cannon fodder."
A billion or more?
Or cannon fodder?
Da Tou and Han Dong were dumbfounded. There wasn't a single person in the entire country who owned over a billion yuan. They couldn't imagine such a scene.
Lu Feng knew that market competition had already begun. In fact, the moment Ren Qianbo stopped him, the current situation was already destined. Sure enough, at one o'clock in the afternoon, Wanyuan's commission rate was reduced to three and a half percent.
The large trucks that used to operate near the workshops have all disappeared, leaving only a few small vendors who haul vegetables, fruits, and canned goods to sell.
Goods started piling up again, and Da Tou was in a panic. The workers were also a bit confused, whispering among themselves that the company was about to go bankrupt.
"Brother Feng, Zhou Hao and his gang have all run away. They're so disloyal! They used to call me brother, but they all ran away for a mere five cents in profit." Da Tou cursed angrily.
Lu Feng laughed when he saw him like that. People say that friends are like drinking buddies, but he has never even eaten or drunk with anyone. How dare he call him a brother? He is really honest.
"Brother Feng, how can you still laugh?"
"Worrying won't solve anything, so why not have some fun!" Lu Feng looked at the vendors around him and thought to himself that Ren Qianbo probably had a backup plan.
The fact that the grain station was still accepting grain in the morning meant that he hadn't cut off Station Chief Wang's supply line, which reassured Lu Feng.
Inside the Wanyuan factory, in the factory manager's office, Ren Qianbo sat in a large executive chair, with a calligraphy scroll behind him that read "May wealth flow in from all directions," creating a somewhat luxurious atmosphere.
Sitting opposite were Zhou Jianguo and Sun Longbin. Zhou Jianguo said, "President Ren is rich and powerful. He was crippled with just one move. He's just a charlatan. I was blind to know such a brother."
"Exactly, he doesn't even deserve to be compared to President Ren. Even a single hair of President Ren's is thicker than his leg."
“Absolutely! It was only a matter of time before it went bankrupt!” Wu Hongyu said through gritted teeth, “Lu Feng’s kind of guy just got lucky. Now his luck is over. I heard that there are no more trucks going to pick up goods from him.”
Ren Qianbo enjoyed the flattery, but he was also a seasoned veteran and knew the principle that even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit. He looked at Zhou Jianguo and asked, "He used your house, right?"
"yes!"
"He cheated you like that, and you still let him use your house? That's just too much!"
Zhou Jianguo's anger flared instantly. He stood up and shouted, "I'm going to kick him out right now. Damn it, this is too much!"
"That's what young people should be like."
Goods began to pile up again. Da Tou squatted at the door with a worried look on his face. Lu Feng wondered if he should go home and get some sleep. A motorcycle sped by in the distance.
When Lu Feng saw Zhou Jianguo, he smiled to himself, thinking that he wouldn't be able to sleep. Sure enough, he still had to use Zhou Jianguo as a tool.
"Lu Feng, I'm giving you the time to move out by tomorrow morning, or don't blame me for being ruthless!" Zhou Jianguo pointed at Lu Feng and cursed, "This is my family's house, you know that?"
Big Head stood up and said, "How dare you talk to your brother like that? We agreed that the house would be free."
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