He immediately informed the other shareholders on the board of directors about the matter.
"Mr. Gao, you can't calculate it like that. Just because you produce 200,000 cases a day doesn't mean you can sell 200,000 cases. We haven't sold them all yet. The market is constantly changing, so we need to be respectful. However, Mr. Lu is indeed capable. You should learn more from him. This product can recover some of its losses. I hope you can continue your efforts this year. Happy New Year."
“I think it will definitely work. It’s only been a few days, and the market response has been excellent. I have confidence in Mr. Lu,” Gao Zhiwei said.
"That's good, that's all for now. I'm going to eat dumplings." The person on the other end hung up after saying that.
Gao Zhiwei hung up the phone and, disregarding everything else, went straight to the production workshop. His most important task now was to ensure smooth production.
Although it was Lunar New Year's Eve, there were still many gatherings in Beijing. Why did people come to Beijing? It was all about connections. Presidents of major banks and heads of various domestic and foreign financial institutions were there.
Mr. Zhou and his team have been participating in many activities recently and have met a lot of people, including countless people who want to invest in them.
A man in his thirties hurried into the banquet hall, walked up to President Zhou, and whispered, "Jiaming Foods has launched a new product. It should be that Mr. Lu who made it. The distributors have reported that they have stopped production of other products and are focusing on this one. Moreover, the sales in the terminal market are quite good."
Mr. Zhou, who was a little tipsy, waved his hand and said, "Jiaming Foods is a dead man. Let me tell you, even if you call in a god, it won't help. We just talked to a few of the bosses about the current situation. Next summer will be the turning point. Jiaming Foods' market share will shrink to less than 20%."
"No, Mr. Zhou..."
"Don't give me that. It's the New Year, didn't you see people drinking?" President Zhou was getting angry. How could this person be so tactless?
The man apologized and walked out.
As Mr. Zhou raised his glass, a man in his forties or fifties next to him joked, "Raising a glass, eating dumplings, and having your sister-in-law in your arms..."
Hahahahaha.
Happy Chinese New Year! Happy Chinese New Year!
The atmosphere at the scene was peaceful and harmonious.
Around noon, Lu Feng's family was having lunch. The younger generation paid New Year's greetings to their elders, and Lu Feng's mother had also prepared a lot of red envelopes. As the red envelopes were being given and given back, she felt increasingly uncomfortable.
She gave all the money to other people's grandsons and nephews, and there's no one left in her own family. Lu Feng's father told her this last night, so she shouldn't mention it.
But the old lady still felt uneasy.
"Let's eat after we've sent out the red envelopes," Lu Feng said to his mother.
"My stomach isn't feeling too well, you guys eat, I'm going back to my room to rest for a bit," Lu Feng's mother said as she walked upstairs.
"She has a chronic stomach ailment, everyone please eat," Lu Feng's father quickly stepped in to smooth things over.
Jiang Xiaoyan was quite sensitive. She sat there silently. Lu Feng picked up a dumpling for her and she ate it slowly, clearly preoccupied with something.
"Dad, I'm going back with Mom tomorrow to tidy up the house. I'll go back to my parents' home on the second day of the Lunar New Year," Jiang Xiaoyan said. She had decided to go back and see the old traditional Chinese medicine doctor.
In Shenzhen, a relatively open and progressive environment, Jiang Xiaoyan didn't face much pressure. However, since returning home, the pressure from her two families has become overwhelming.
Some things you can't avoid!
"Oh, okay, mother-in-law, you should eat too." Lu Feng's father said politely, "When you go back, take some meat and fruit with you. We bought quite a lot, and we can't finish it all."
Everyone exchanged polite pleasantries, and the meal wasn't as enjoyable as they had imagined.
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Truckloads of goods departed from various Jiaming Food factories, and during the peaceful and festive Spring Festival, a sweeping market-dominating operation was about to begin.
At all times, you must remain 100% vigilant about the market and keep a close eye on your business rivals. If you let your guard down, they may deliver a fatal blow.
After a day, some small shops had sold out of stock. The shop owners tried calling the distributors, and to their surprise, on this particular day, the distributors said that the goods would be delivered in two hours.
This speed was beyond the comprehension of modern supply and marketing cooperatives. An hour and a half later, a delivery truck drove into the town, opened the door, and found a truckload of Little Instant Noodles inside.
"How many boxes do you want? I'll put them here for you; I still have other deliveries to make," the driver called out to the shop owner inside.
"Selling well, keep some extra, let's put out ten boxes." The proprietress came out and teased, "Are you skipping the New Year just to make money?"
"If you get a lot of money, what's the point of celebrating the New Year? You can celebrate the New Year every year, but you can't be sure about this money. Goodbye!"
The driver called out, opened the car door, got in, and sped off out of town.
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