Around 9 PM, everyone started yawning. For people nowadays, going to bed after 10 PM is considered staying up late.
In families with televisions, people usually go to sleep after watching two episodes of a TV series in the evening. In rural areas, where entertainment options are limited and there are no televisions, many people are already asleep by 8 p.m.
The reason why families nowadays have so many children is mainly due to a lack of entertainment options at night.
Lu Feng stretched, put on his slippers, and said to Jiang Xiaoyan, "I'm not watching anymore, let's go to sleep."
Back in the room, the two lay down. Jiang Xiaoyan couldn't sleep. She glanced at the drowsy Lu Feng beside her and whispered, "My mom said she found me an old Chinese medicine doctor."
"Don't take it to heart, don't overthink it. I'll be going back after the New Year. I already told you I wasn't coming back. You insisted on coming back and just made yourself miserable. Go to sleep!"
After Lu Feng finished speaking, he turned over to face Jiang Xiaoyan, put one leg over her body, and wrapped one arm tightly around her.
Jiang Xiaoyan shrank back slightly, leaning against him, feeling happy inside. She never thought that money could make her happy; she just felt that this man was really good. Perhaps this was what was called a little comfort.
The next morning, I was awakened by the sound of firecrackers. The children changed into their new clothes and ran around in groups, the air filled with the smell of fireworks.
Pulling back the curtains, the world outside was already white. Looking out, the rooftops were covered with a thick layer of snow, looking soft and fluffy, giving one the feeling of a fairy tale world.
Some children received their New Year's money in advance, and their first instinct was to rush to the corner store or supply and marketing cooperative. These few days were definitely a time for them to indulge themselves.
"Buy that...that bean." A child pointed to the item on the shelf with confidence.
Seven or eight children transformed into tycoons, ready to sweep through the supermarket and demonstrate their extraordinary purchasing power.
"What's that?" One of the children saw a small black bag on the shelf. It was so eye-catching that compared to the red and yellow bags around it, it looked as cool as a young master.
"Oh, that's a new shipment, instant noodles. They say it's chocolate instant noodles, it's really delicious," the supply and marketing cooperative owner promoted. The shipment arrived yesterday, and the profit per unit is two or three yuan higher than other instant noodles.
"I want one of those, how much does it cost?" the child asked, glancing at the money in his hand, afraid he wouldn't have enough and would reveal his lack of funds!
"Two cents!"
"Let me tell you, this bag can be used as money. It seems that one bag is worth a few cents, and you can exchange it. So don't throw it away after you finish eating, save it up."
The child took a small bag, tore it open, and all the children gathered around. They saw a dark, flatbread-like substance inside.
"Like charcoal, hahaha!"
Is it delicious?
Give me a bite.
"I want one too!"
In an instant, four or five small hands reached out, their fingers curled up, forming a small indentation in their palms, making them look like beggars.
The flatbread wasn't very big to begin with, so we broke off a piece from one person and a little from another. In the end, the child only ate a small bite, which was dry and crunchy in his mouth, and became more and more fragrant the more he chewed it.
"I'll have another bag, the little one."
"Two bags can be exchanged for money. Just add three cents to get two bags."
This scene was playing out in many convenience stores and supply and marketing cooperatives. Children who originally wanted to eat other instant noodles all turned to this little one. The portion was too small. They would only eat two bites before it was gone, so they would go to buy more and then chew a couple more bites.
On Lunar New Year's Eve, data from terminal sales showed that more than half of the previously produced products had already been sold, and buyers continued to flock to the stores.
According to the parents, this stuff is addictive. It doesn't give you a chance to enjoy it to your heart's content. As soon as your craving is aroused, it's all gone.
Inside the Jiaming Food Factory, Gao Zhiwei received one phone call after another, his face beaming with joy. Although he had always trusted Lu Feng and was very confident in the product, the overwhelming signs of its success still made him extremely happy.
Pushing open the office door, Gao Zhiwei shouted towards Director Li's office, "Director Li, go buy some fireworks and set them off! Tell the canteen to give everyone a good meal tonight! Keep up the good work and keep production going!"
The sound of firecrackers seemed insufficient to express Gao Zhiwei's joy. He ordered people to bring out the gongs and drums from the warehouse, tied a red ribbon around his body, and led Vice President Ding, Factory Director Li, and a group of others to perform Yangko dance for the employees in the snow.
Excitement, anticipation, hope, and the festive atmosphere of the Lunar New Year all contributed to a high level of morale, all of which indicated that the Year of the Rooster was destined to be a good year.
With nine factories, nearly 60,000 employees, and 24-hour production, the daily output reaches 200,000 boxes, with each box containing 50 packs of Little Dots instant noodles. At this rate, selling 200,000 boxes a day should not be a problem.
With daily sales of two million, that's sixty million a month. The sales of a single product broke Gao Zhiwei's record of thirty million in monthly sales in the summer.
However, the profit of the small shop is almost zero, and it even loses money due to home delivery and overtime pay during the Chinese New Year.
These things are not important; the market is the most important. As long as we conquer the market, making money is only a matter of time.
Gao Zhiwei did a quick calculation in his office, and his hands were trembling as he looked at the data.
"What is this? This is a god! When will I be able to have half of his abilities? I... I'll start an electronics company too." Gao Zhiwei sighed deeply, thinking to himself that some people are destined to be looked up to by another group of people.
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