"Oh dear, why didn't you say so earlier? I was just temporarily pulled in to do the work. You saw it yourself, everything's been produced. I handed over my responsibilities during lunch just now, so I can't manage anything anymore. All I can do now is go back to sleep. Go find General Manager Gao." Lu Feng waved his hand and strode back.
Xie Heng froze, turned around and saw Gao Zhiwei walking out, then turned back and said, "President Gao, please wait."
"What's wrong?" Gao Zhiwei stopped and asked.
"I am President Lu's brother-in-law!" Xie Heng revealed his identity first.
“I know, what’s up?” Gao Zhiwei asked.
"I'd like to become a supplier, like supplying your factory with packaging bags and raw materials," Xie Heng said, staring at Gao Zhiwei. "It's just a small matter, what do you think?"
"I can't see it. It's no use you coming to me. I'm just a worker. Go find your brother-in-law." Gao Zhiwei passed the buck to Lu Feng.
"Me!!" Xie Heng's mind raced. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, handed one to him, and said, "It was my brother-in-law who asked me to find you. My brother-in-law agreed, and it was our whole family."
"Oh, I see. Then have President Lu contact me tomorrow to go through the formalities." Gao Zhiwei patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's settled then."
"I...I...damn it!"
Xie Heng watched Gao Zhiwei's departing figure, stomping his feet in anger and muttering, "Damn it, he used to work for a county-level unit, right? He's always passing the buck."
Xie Heng suddenly realized that his pride in his high emotional intelligence was no match for these two. As for the Jiang brothers, Jiang Fulu and Jiang Fuqiao, apart from causing trouble and making a scene with Jiang Xiaoyan, they were not even as good as Xie Heng.
Lu Feng returned to his rest area and called home. His mother kept saying, "Why did you go out during the Spring Festival? You've finally come back. Stay home for a few more days. Mom wants to see you more."
The voice on the other end of the phone was full of doting, like spoiling a child, but Lu Feng found this feeling very repulsive.
In his previous life, he didn't have these things. His parents simply told him what to do and what not to do, making him more self-reliant. Especially during his postgraduate studies, he basically handled his own affairs and had already formed an independent social personality.
Listening to the doting tone in the phone call, Lu Feng seemed to understand why he had acted that way in the past. Under such pampering, he had never understood what responsibility meant.
"Okay, I understand. I'll go back tomorrow morning. Is Xiaoyan there?" Lu Feng asked. "Tell her I'm going back tomorrow."
"You don't even ask your mother a couple of questions. We've been looking forward to your return for so long, and you just... sigh..."
"Okay, okay, I'm a little tired, I'll hang up now!"
Lu Feng said a couple of words and hung up the phone. He couldn't bear the concern and care on the other end of the line. It felt like he was receiving a gift from a stranger. He couldn't quite describe the feeling.
As night fell, lights came on in every household, and some even lit lanterns. Most families had reunited tonight, except for the office buildings in Beijing, which were still lit up.
Inside the office, General Manager Zhou was still on the phone. He had contacted several food companies, and their common goal was to gradually erode Jiaming Foods' market share.
Several targeted products were launched before the Chinese New Year.
"Let me tell you, these drinks will be an absolute hit once they're released."
"The manufacturers are still producing, and some markets have already started distributing the products. The results are very good, and the children have lucky money in their hands these days."
"I spoke with that Mr. Lu today. Goodness, he's not that old, but he's got quite the nerve."
"Really? Hahaha, what did I say? Did I insult you?"
“I scolded him, and that kid didn’t dare to talk back. He acted like a big shot in front of me, which was ridiculous. A few years ago when I was in charge of the Southeast Asian market, he hadn’t even grown any hairs yet.”
"Why bother arguing with him? Someone like Gao Zhiwei, what kind of people could he possibly have around him? I've made a prediction these past few days: the market in mainland China, if it's slow, in four or five years, will basically be similar to the market in Southeast Asia. Their companies simply can't compete."
"Four or five years is too long. Two years, with Uni-President taking 30%, us taking 40%, and the remaining 30% to be divided among local small businesses."
"Haha, that's fast! Now that you mention it, I feel like it's really possible!"
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