All the lights at the entrance of Jiaming Food Factory were turned on, illuminating the area brightly. The night wind was somewhat chilly. Gao Zhiwei and his group stood at the entrance waiting. After a while, Vice President Ding also came out. Even though he was extremely unhappy, he still had to give Lu Feng face.
As the car approached, Xie Heng was secretly surprised to see a group of people standing at the factory gate. In such cold weather, all the senior executives of Jiaming Foods were standing at the gate to greet them. He guessed that only Lu Feng could do that.
The car stopped, and Jiang Fuqiao got out and quickly opened the car door for Lu Feng. Gao Zhiwei walked over and pretended to be confused, saying, "President Lu, there's really no need to rush. You could have just called me and told me."
Lu Feng got out of the car and looked at him without saying a word. Gao Zhiwei was also a master at pretending to be confused. The main reason why Lu Feng fell for his trick was that he didn't want to stay at home.
He didn't know how to face his parents, especially when Lu Feng's parents urged Jiang Xiaoyan to have a child, Lu Feng felt very uncomfortable.
Of all these people, the only one he had feelings for was Jiang Xiaoyan; the others were more like outsiders to him.
"Stop giving me that nonsense, let's get to work tonight!" Lu Feng strode towards the factory area.
Vice President Ding came over and said, "President Lu, product and marketing details need to be discussed and decided upon..."
"You don't know anything!" Lu Feng shoved him aside and walked inside.
Xie Heng, Jiang Fuqiao, and Jiang Fulu watched Lu Feng walk inside. These arrogant people in front of them were now meek and submissive in front of Lu Feng, even standing outside waiting in the cold weather.
This pomp and circumstance made the three of them feel exceptionally important.
"That's what a big shot looks like! Damn, last time I came to see the factory manager, he completely ignored me." Jiang Fuqiao walked up to Factory Manager Li and shouted, "See that? That's my brother-in-law!"
Factory Director Li forced an awkward smile.
"You still need to be rich. Once you have money, these people will be afraid of you." Xie Heng walked in with his head held high.
Compared to Lu Feng's company, his battlefield was insignificant and not worth mentioning. This was real prestige. He secretly thought to himself that he had to work hard. He dared not say that he could match Lu Feng, but at the very least, he had to build a large company with a thousand people under his command.
With their own thoughts, everyone entered the factory. Lu Feng told the three of them to stay in the rest room, and then led Gao Zhiwei, Deputy General Manager Ding, Factory Director Li, and the rest of the group upstairs.
In the office on the second floor, Lu Feng sat in the boss's chair and asked, "What's the current situation? Sales data for major provinces, as well as products, main consumer groups, etc."
"I'll call a few people over." Gao Zhiwei picked up the phone on the table and made a call.
In no time, seven or eight people arrived, both men and women. The office wasn't very big to begin with, so it felt a bit crowded. Gao Zhiwei sat down at the desk with practiced ease. Back when Lu Feng was at Jiaming, he would often sit half-reclined on the desk during meetings in the office.
There are quite a few smokers, and they even open the windows to let in smoke in the dead of winter.
In nearly an hour, Lu Feng gained a basic understanding of Jiaming Foods. In the year since he took over, sales have increased by 370 percent, and the variety of small products has increased by 17, of which 9 have been discontinued due to poor sales.
During the summer, due to the rapid expansion of the market, with monthly sales exceeding 30 million, Gao Zhiwei became a bit arrogant. He believed that Jiaming Foods had already gained control over market prices, so he cut the profits of distributors, keeping the original list price unchanged while reducing the cost of individual products by three percentage points.
After listening, Lu Feng looked up at Gao Zhiwei.
"I know I was wrong, and this lesson was very painful." Gao Zhiwei said with his head down, "In the summer, we were particularly good at fighting, and we were unmatched in the whole country."
"Man's greatest enemy is himself!" Lu Feng said in a deep voice.
Gao Zhiwei nodded, agreeing that the statement was very well made.
"They started making instant noodles later, but the taste hasn't changed. There's no place for you in the market anymore." Lu Feng leaned back in his chair and asked, "Do you have any instant noodles? I want to try some!"
"Go and get two packages," Director Li instructed the people around him.
"Who's going to eat two packs? Bring a whole box over and get me some hot water. We'll eat this together tonight." After saying that, Lu Feng looked at Gao Zhiwei and said, "In the food business, safety is the most important thing, especially in children's food. Safety is always the top priority. In this era where channel sales are king, cutting distributors' profits? What are you thinking?"
“It’s just… that we’ve gotten too arrogant,” Gao Zhiwei said, head down.
"I can tell you this: the food industry will face tremendous competition, and this competition will continue for at least ten years. In this constant competition, profits will be driven down dramatically. You need to learn to find a balance in the competition."
As Lu Feng spoke, the office door opened again, and a blast of cold air rushed in. The person who had just left was carrying a box of instant noodles, with a large aluminum basin on top of the box containing bowls and chopsticks, and two thermos flasks in his hand.
Everyone hurriedly took the items down. Lu Feng picked up a bag of noodles and glanced at it. The packaging was mainly red and yellow, with very bright colors, which was in line with the marketing strategy of product packaging.
I glanced at it and it said the net weight was 80 grams.
"How much does this pack cost?" Lu Feng asked.
"Five cents!"
Lu Feng frowned slightly, opened the package, glanced at it, and asked, "Where's the seasoning packet?"
"What seasoning packet?" Gao Zhiwei asked, puzzled.
Lu Feng was already somewhat angry. He put the instant noodles on the table and asked, "Who was in charge of following up on this product?"
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