"What did they even say? They were going around in circles!" Jiang Xiaoyan, who was listening from the side, was full of questions.
“Look, there is no market, but a market is created. The antique business model is actually a kind of marketing. There is no demand, so demand is created. Even if it is a market for self-entertainment, as long as the bubble is big enough, there will always be fools rushing in and fools taking over!” Lu Feng leaned back in his chair and said, “If there are no fools taking over, then blow the bubble up even bigger.”
Wei Yandan's eyes lit up as she listened, and her gaze towards Lu Feng changed. This was truly brilliant, and she couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Lu, you mean, you're talking about setting a market price for antiques, right?"
"right!"
Wei Yandan was deeply shocked. She had previously been in a meeting with the marketing department, where several vice presidents had been praising Zhu Lidong for his expertise in market development, especially his outstanding marketing strategies.
At the time, Ms. Zhang said that Zhu Lidong was nothing, and his tricks were no match for Mr. Lu. If there had to be a marketing genius in the world, she would only acknowledge Lu Feng.
The scene became somewhat awkward. Zhang Fengxia was the president, and no one present could easily refute her. However, everyone knew in their hearts that everyone had their own expertise, and Lu Feng could not possibly be better than Zhu Lidong.
However, Wei Yandan now believes without hesitation that Lu Feng is better than Zhu Lidong!
"So what should we do tomorrow?" Wei Yandan asked.
"Let's process the lipsticks first, then rent a counter to sell them. We'll hire a few shills to create the illusion of market demand," Lu Feng said, lighting a cigarette. "Once we sell this batch, let's go back to the company. I should head back too."
"OK!"
After Wei Yandan left, Jiang Xiaoyan looked at him and asked, "What did you just say?"
"It's nothing, let's wash up and go to bed."
"It's only this late and you're already going to bed."
"It's good to get some rest early; it helps with getting pregnant," Lu Feng said with a grin.
The following morning, everything at the factory was as usual. Batches of goods were processed again, with Dior's logo engraved on the lipstick sticks and English words printed on the plastic wrapping.
Around 10 a.m., a Honda pulled up in front of the factory. A man in his forties got out, wearing a loose-fitting suit and carrying a leather bag. He glanced at the sign at the factory gate with a slightly nonchalant air.
He walked to the door and knocked on it.
"Is anyone home? Open the door!!"
The old man at the gate opened the window and poked his head out, saying, "What are you banging on? What do you want? Why are you banging on the door like this?"
"Oh ho, there's a gatekeeper too. Go tell your boss that the God of Wealth has arrived, and he should come out to greet him." The man's face was exceptionally arrogant. He casually tucked his bag under his arm and pulled out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes from his pocket, lighting one.
"Whose God of Wealth is this?"
“Just say I’m here to buy your goods, with money, or you can open the door and let me in.” The man took a drag of his cigarette and said, “Let me tell you, if you delay the boss’s business, he might beat you up all the way out of here.”
The old man could tell he wasn't an ordinary person. Since the small factory didn't have many rules, he casually opened the door and let him in, pointing to a row of old houses on the left and saying, "The office is over there!"
The man strode over with an arrogant air, glanced at the general manager's office where someone was, and then pushed the door open.
"Who are you?" Wei Yandan asked, puzzled. "Don't you know you should knock before entering?"
The man ignored her, sat down on the sofa, casually put his purse aside, crossed his legs, and smoked a cigarette.
"I advise you to be more polite to me, otherwise you'll have to kneel down and beg me not to leave when I'm gone," the man said arrogantly.
Who are you?
"I heard you have a batch of leftover stock? I've been buying up leftover lipsticks lately, and I'm really interested in yours. I heard there's a lot of it. How about this, I can give you this much!" The man held up his fist.
"Oh, I see." Wei Yandan realized and said, "It seems you're right, I can't let you go."
"I already told you to watch your words. I'm a straightforward person, so I'll give you my highest price: 100,000 yuan!"
Wei Yandan sneered and said, "I won't let you leave. You're too slow. I'm going to make you get out of here. Who told you I have leftover stock? We don't have any leftover stock here."
"ah?"
"The price is negotiable. How about this, 130,000? Let me take a look at the goods. If it's not good, I can raise the price a bit more."
"Didn't you hear me tell you to get out?" Wei Yandan stood up and went out the door. She called over several burly workers to the office next door and said in a deep voice, "Get him out of here!"
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