Gao Zhiwei didn't quite understand Lu Feng's words, but the development of the children that followed surprised him. The packaging bag had a power level chart of the insiders.
As the two children unpacked the items, others became eager to try them out. Someone bought one, and the competition began.
"I'm better than you, nyah nyah nyah!"
"I have a Six-Eared Macaque, which is more powerful than you."
A sense of superiority and vanity begin to take effect. When you possess a character with higher combat power, you become the focus of attention. No other child can match its value.
Lu Feng visited all fifteen convenience stores, and the situation was similar. Except for the convenience store opposite the high school, it was obviously not very attractive to them.
At noon, inside the noodle shop, Lu Feng was slurping noodles with gusto, his forehead covered in sweat. Gao Zhiwei said, "I'm starting to admire you."
"What do you admire about me?"
"He's ruthless and daring, actually manipulating children's psychology. Is that brand meant to reassure parents so they won't reject it? When adults use the excuse that it's unhealthy to stop their children from buying it, the children can use the words on the brand as a shield."
Lu Feng nodded, put down his bowl of noodles, let out a burp, and said, "You're impressed with this? I haven't even started playing yet!"
“I think you could go to any company and get a vice president position, it wouldn’t be a bad deal for you.” Gao Zhiwei pondered for a moment and said, “Why don’t you come with me to the south? I know a lot of CEOs, I can introduce you to them.”
“I will go to the South. I will go when I have swept across the land. Let’s go!” Lu Feng stood up and paid the bill.
Where are you going?
"Trying to sow discord among President Ren, damn it, buying tabloids to fabricate scandalous stories about me, how despicable! A gentleman like me, with a clear conscience, has nothing to fear." Lu Feng counted the money for noodles for the shop owner, praising himself, which made the owner frown.
Besides overseeing production, Liu Biao has been keeping an eye on Lu Feng these past few days. In his office, Liu Biao briefly explained the situation.
"Most of the profits go to the convenience store. Sales are good, but the more they sell, the more they lose. It won't amount to much." Liu Biao pondered for a moment and said, "But their product is quite good. Should we follow suit?"
“We can follow up on this. As long as he doesn’t solve the follow-up funding problem, nothing else matters. No matter how good the product is, it’s just icing on the cake,” Ren Qianbo said in a deep voice.
"Mr. Ren, if the product becomes a hit, will there be investors? I always felt that Mr. Huang thought highly of him," Liu Biao said with great concern.
Ren Qianbo frowned, thought for a moment and said, "He has some money. If someone gives him 1.5 million and asks him to continue giving profits to the terminal distributors, I can't handle it. Does President Huang have 1.5 million? Does Bank Manager Ma dare to lend so much money? If so many people help him, I might as well give up my job."
Liu Biao nodded, completely agreeing.
Mr. Huang held a simple report in his hand. After reading it, he was surprised to find that Lu Feng had made such a big deal out of something as simple as a child's snack.
"What a talent!"
"What a pity. Even geniuses can't survive without funds, let alone talented people. Bankruptcy is a good thing." General Manager Huang tossed the report aside. He thought Lu Feng was a clever man, and working under him might bring him some surprises.
It was already mid-September. Although autumn had officially begun, the midday sun was still scorching. Gao Zhiwei covered his head with his hand, glanced at the sign of the nightclub, and said, "Didn't you say you were disgusted by Ren Qianbo? What are you doing here at the nightclub? What, does his wife work here?"
"How can your thoughts be so filthy?" Lu Feng sighed and walked upstairs.
"You're not exactly a decent person, so don't blame me for thinking the wrong thing."
This place isn't open during the day, so there aren't many people. A few girls were sitting at the entrance playing cards, cigarettes dangling from their mouths, giggling incessantly. When they saw Lu Feng, one of the girls joked, "Boss, can't hold it in anymore in the middle of the day?"
"I'm looking for someone, I'm looking for mad dog."
"Dog Bro is sleeping upstairs, don't disturb him, he has a terrible temper!"
Lu Feng ignored him and went straight upstairs. Gao Zhiwei was surprised that Lu Feng was involved with people from all walks of life and reminded him, "Stay away from these kinds of people, lest you get dragged into it someday. They're all bad people."
"In my eyes, there is no distinction between good and bad people, only useful and useless people." Lu Feng said as he went upstairs. In a private room at the bottom of the stairs, several thugs were playing mahjong.
"Wake up the mad dog; we need to talk to him about something."
One of the underlings recognized Lu Feng and quickly agreed, walking towards the next room. A few minutes later, Mad Dog walked in yawning and said to Lu Feng, "What's up, Boss Lu? Can't we talk tonight?"
"Big deal! If you're sleepy, go to sleep first!"
"Not sleepy! Not sleepy!" Dog Bro quickly perked up.
Some of Lu Feng's underlings who had never seen him before looked at him with great surprise. Everyone knew the name "Mad Dog," so what exactly did this guy do to make Brother Dog so obedient?
They don't realize that when it comes to money, everyone is the same—we're all subservient!
"Make 10,000 copies of what's on this paper and post them all over the city tonight, understand?" Lu Feng placed a piece of paper on the table.
"Distributing flyers?" Mad Dog asked, somewhat displeased.
"If you don't want to put it up, you don't have to. You'll just miss out on two thousand yuan!"
"stick!"
"Find someone to assign the work, preferably someone who will take charge of it and do it efficiently," Lu Feng instructed.
Gao Zhiwei picked up the paper, which clearly stated that he was Zhang Cuifang, whose son, who was seven years old, had suffered food poisoning after eating snacks manufactured by Wanyuan Foods and died despite being rushed to the hospital. He went to Wanyuan Foods to seek justice but was severely beaten. The paper even included his home address and ID number, describing the situation in such detail that it was hard not to believe it.
"Don't worry!" Brother Feng nodded repeatedly.
Before leaving, Lu Feng left a deposit of one thousand yuan, and said he would give the rest after the payment was made.
After going downstairs, Lu Feng got on his motorcycle and said, "Let's go, next newspaper. We need to publish a report on children's food safety!"
Lu Feng spent another 500 yuan to publish a report in a new media style in some local newspapers with large circulation.
Shocking! Children's food is full of carcinogens. Would you still dare to feed it to your child?
Although Wan Yuan is not mentioned at all throughout the entire text, all the clues point to him.
On the way back, it was already past five in the afternoon. Gao Zhiwei, sitting on the back of the motorcycle, said, "Having an opponent like you is quite scary."
"Terrible?" Lu Feng looked at his face in the rearview mirror and said with a smile, "The business world is a jungle law; there are only two choices: survive or die!"
"So what will you do about the subsequent funding?"
"I have a way, don't ask anymore, money is everywhere in this era."
Gao Zhiwei chuckled twice, feeling a mix of emotions. He actually wanted to leave, but he was also curious about what else this madman might do next.
"I wouldn't be surprised if you took me to rob a bank tomorrow."
"Don't worry, I won't do anything stupid." Lu Feng rode his motorcycle straight into the factory, got off, and shouted at Han Dong in the factory building, "Call Da Tou and come to my office for a meeting!"
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