In Jiang Xiaoyan's eyes, more than 200,000 yuan was far too much, far beyond her imagination. But she didn't know that more than ten years later, this amount of money wouldn't even buy a toilet.
Lu Feng looked at her, reached out and touched her long, black hair, and said, "Anyone complaining about having too much money? Don't worry, I can handle all of this and make sure you live a good life. It's time for us to move to a new house!"
"Where should I change it to? I'll look for one in the next few days," Jiang Xiaoyan muttered softly.
"Get some rest!"
Lu Feng lay in bed, pondering what kind of factory to open. There was a significant shortage in various industries, including clothing, food, toys, and household goods, all of which represented huge markets.
Ren Qianbo has used every trick in the book during this period. Lu Feng originally thought he could earn another 30,000 to 50,000 yuan, but he no longer has that opportunity, and he doesn't even have a chance to annoy Ren Qianbo.
After thinking for a while, if we're talking about making money, children's food is the way to go. Wanyuan Food Factory is going in that direction. Anyway, it doesn't matter which industry we're in, so why not just confront Ren Qianbo?
The next morning, the workshop was crowded with employees. A delivery truck, unaware of what had happened the night before, was parked at the entrance, looking completely bewildered.
Lu Feng arrived early to settle the workers' wages, and also to hand over the goods to some people who had taken them away yesterday, and return their deposits!
"Boss Lu, you must have had Boss Ren from Wanyuan do this, right?" someone asked from the side.
"I don't know!" Lu Feng smiled and said no more.
“Boss Lu, you can’t beat them. You can only make a small fortune. Those who own big factories have very complicated relationships and are not ordinary people.”
"Yeah, you made quite a bit too, but you lost a lot during those few days when it was open."
The crowd began whispering amongst themselves, as if they knew the inside story. Lu Feng didn't ask any questions. In their eyes, Lu Feng was clearly no match for them. His workshop had been smashed up like this, and he didn't even dare to utter a sound. He was utterly pathetic.
It's estimated that only Wu Hongyu knew how ruthless Lu Feng was. He went to find Sihou early in the morning to ask how things were going, only to find out that Sihou was in the hospital with his leg broken.
With the workshops ceasing production, only Wanyuan remains to supply canned goods to rural areas. Yesterday, they took a 6% cut, but today it's changed to 1 cent. Take it or leave it!
Many people complained, but they had no choice but to continue pulling the cart in order to make a living.
Inside the office, Ren Qianbo listened to news about Lu Feng. The workers had been laid off, and the machines hadn't been repaired, clearly indicating that they had given up. In the canned food war that lasted less than ten days, he was obviously the winner.
“This market is very good. It can be done every year, and the profits are considerable. I should thank him.” Ren Qianbo pondered for a while and said, “I want to treat him to dinner. Let’s set it at the Tianyue Hotel and invite all his good brothers and acquaintances.”
At 11 a.m., after all the payments were settled, Lu Feng looked at the ledger and asked without looking up, "How much does a factory of five or six hundred square meters cost now?"
"Buy it?" Big Head asked.
"Even if you can afford it, after buying the factory, you won't buy anything else, right? You'll definitely rent." Lu Feng looked at Da Tou and Han Dong and asked, "Which of you knows?"
"I do know one, an old sugar factory, it's over 800 square meters, really big!" Han Dong thought for a moment and said, "I reckon it's not cheap, one or two thousand a month!"
One or two thousand is not cheap. If you are not sure whether you can make a profit, you should be careful with this money. But Lu Feng thinks it is just right. The factory is big, and you don't need to find a new location for future expansion.
"Let's go take a look this afternoon. Let's have lunch first." As soon as Lu Feng finished speaking, a middle-aged man sped over on a motorcycle.
"Mr. Lu, right?" the man asked, sizing up the three of them.
"Yes, it is. What's wrong?" Lu Feng looked at him, somewhat puzzled.
"I'm the manager of Wanyuan Food Factory. Our General Manager Ren is inviting you to dinner at Tianyue Hotel." After saying this, the other party left without any further words.
“We have no grudge against Ren Qianbo, but this guy is relentless. Now he’s inviting us to dinner; it’s obvious he’s just showing off.” Da Tou was very dissatisfied and said in a deep voice, “Isn’t this too much of a bully?”
"Why not take advantage of this opportunity? Let's go!" Lu Feng waved his hand and rode his motorcycle straight to the Tianyue Hotel.
On the sixth floor, in a private room, apart from Lu Feng and his group, almost everyone was present, and they were all familiar faces. He Yanli sat next to President Ren, looking incredibly radiant and exuding femininity, her attire also displaying wealth.
Zhou Jianguo, Sun Longbin, and Wu Hongyu sat down in order. Lu Feng pushed open the door and walked in, looking at everyone and saying, "Oh my, everyone's here. Looks like I'm late."
“Mr. Lu is busy, so it’s understandable that you’re late. It’s just that we’re settling accounts today.” Ren Qianbo’s words were full of concern, but he couldn’t hide his smile as he invited, “Please sit down, please sit down!”
Lu Feng sat down, looked He Yanli up and down, and said with surprise, "Oh my, isn't this Widow He? Aren't you supposed to be a jinx to your husbands? You look so feminine now, you've got a man again?"
"Who's a jinx to husbands?" He Yanli coughed twice, her expression not very good.
"Sister He is a lucky charm for her husband. President Ren's factory is becoming more and more successful, while someone else's business has gone bankrupt. It's laughable," Wu Hongyu flattered from the side.
“Wu Hongyu? Haven’t you always been interested in He Yanli?” Lu Feng turned to look at Ren Qianbo and said, “President Ren, let me remind you, be careful. Look at those opera singers, there are too many scenes of servants seducing their wives.”
The crowd's faces darkened. Lu Feng's visit today was clearly intended to sow discord. Zhou Jianguo spoke up, "Alright, alright, everyone, let's raise our glasses and celebrate Wanyuan Food Factory's continued success."
Everyone raised their glasses, but Da Tou and Han Dong were rather embarrassed, unsure whether they should stand up.
"I also wish Boss Lu could return to the ranks of ordinary people. You can't be called Boss anymore, since you don't even have a single person under you," Ren Qianbo said with a hint of sarcasm.
Lu Feng picked up his glass, clinked it against his, and said, "What are you so happy about? Do you think you won?"
"Isn't that right?" Ren Qianbo spread his hands, looking quite arrogant. "What can you do to me? You've already laid off all your workers."
"Workers are easy to find. I'll tell you a secret, but you can't tell anyone. I'm planning to set up a proper factory, mainly producing children's food and canned goods. Don't think you've won; the war has only just begun. How much is a mere can of food worth?"
After Lu Feng finished speaking, he gave a sinister smile and took a sip of wine.
Ren Qianbo's face turned cold. How dare he come to his stronghold? He said in a deep voice, "You?"
"Let's see who's the best. Whatever tricks you have up your sleeve, I'll take them on." Lu Feng put down his wine glass and walked towards Wu Hongyu.
He reached out and slapped him hard on the shoulder, saying, "Brother, don't be an accomplice to evil. You have to know your limits when it comes to making money, or you'll regret it!"
Wu Hongyu was jolted awake, his back already soaked with cold sweat.
"You guys can celebrate all you want, but let me tell you, you're getting ahead of yourselves." Lu Feng waved to Da Tou and Han Dong, then opened the door and went out.
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