Ren Qianbo's disheveled state sent a strong signal to the entire business community: Lu Feng is not to be trifled with; he's ruthless. If you don't have his powerful background, don't mess with him.
In one morning, Gao Zhiwei led twenty or thirty people around promoting Jiamei Foods. With Gao Zhiwei's abilities, it was very simple. Most importantly, he offered too many discounts.
According to Gao Zhiwei, this was a massive spending spree, and the merchants had no reason not to accept it. If the goods sold, the profit was theirs; if they didn't sell, the goods would be returned to them.
From small shops to wholesale markets, Wanyuan Foods failed to hold its ground, and Jiaming has fully moved in, even placing some billboards in front of Wanyuan.
However, Lu Feng paid too high a price, which is rapidly burning through his remaining meager funds.
Around 2 PM, Ren Qianbo finally finished his work and sat down in his office. Looking at Liu Biao across from him, he said, "Manager Liu, you have no idea that such a big thing happened at the factory. I had people blocking the entrance this morning."
Liu Biao was almost in tears. How could he know? But he couldn't shirk responsibility. President Ren was holding back his anger and needed to vent, so he, as the manager, was just a punching bag.
After being thoroughly scolded, Ren Qianbo felt a bit better. He lit a cigarette and asked, "What's the market situation?"
"During lunch, I chatted with their employees. Basically, the supply is no longer a problem. They've started selling in the wholesale market, and the products are available in most parts of the city. Next, they'll be distributing the goods to the counties and villages. Today, four truckloads were shipped out, and we cleared out some of our inventory."
"What about profits?"
“I asked some shop owners, and they really aren’t making any money. If this continues, they’ll ruin themselves without us even having to lift a finger. Selling goods and not making money? They must be out of their minds!” Liu Biao nodded confidently and said, “Don’t worry about it, let them fend for themselves.”
Ren Qianbo only took one sentence of this nonsense to heart before Lu Feng completely thwarted his plan, asking, "How much money does he have in his account?"
"I don't know about that."
“If I let him stock up again, I’ll be in big trouble. It’s a war of attrition to gain market share. If he gets worn down, I’ll be finished too.” Ren Qianbo said, his brows furrowed. His brows had been relaxed since he came to the factory today.
"That's true, our profits have dropped sharply, it's best to bankrupt them as soon as possible!"
Ren Qianbo nodded, sat there thinking for more than ten minutes, and then came to his senses and said, "I have a task for you. Find out who posted that mysterious Liu Cuifang poster outside and call President Zuo. I'll treat him to dinner."
"Which General Manager Zuo?"
"Mr. Zuo, the supplier!" Ren Qianbo smiled sinisterly and said, "I'll cut off his supply line from the ground. Let's set it up at Tianyue!"
Lu Feng stood in front of the warehouse, watching the last batch of goods for the day being driven away. He felt indescribably happy. Such a large demand on the first day showed that the product was very popular with children.
Big Head sat to the side smoking, his face ashen like a pig's liver. Seeing him like this, Lu Feng kicked him and said, "It's like someone in your family died. What's wrong with you? Can't you be a little more festive?"
"I really don't know what you're so happy about. Are you losing money? If we send out this truckload, we'll lose twenty-five yuan. What's the point? Twenty-five yuan can buy a table full of food. Wouldn't that be better?" Big Head said, looking puzzled.
"The market, you know? First, we need to seize it. It's about burning money to grab market share, understand?" Lu Feng squatted down and said, "We will win. We'll lose money at the beginning, but all this money will come in later."
"They come in all at once, but I haven't seen them come in. Anyway, they go out all at once every day." Big Head sighed and said, "There's less than 30,000 left. It's all about production line maintenance. This factory is so big. Today we're missing a hammer, tomorrow we're missing a nail. It all costs money."
"I know, it's just routine maintenance!"
Lu Feng wanted to comfort him and cheer him up when the cleaning lady in the office called out, "Mr. Lu, you have a call."
Lu Feng answered the phone, "Who is it?"
"I am Huang Youwei from Yegang Group!"
"Mr. Huang, what made you think of calling me?" Lu Feng asked with a smile.
"I didn't do anything today, just watched the show all day. It was quite a spectacle. Now that the show is temporarily over, I'd like to invite you, the actor, to dinner." Mr. Huang's voice was full of teasing.
"I wouldn't dare. It's just a matter of reciprocity. I wouldn't dare put on a show in front of you. Someone as wise as you can see right through me."
"Stop talking nonsense. You're ruthless, kid. I know you're short on funds, so I'll treat you to a meal at Tianyue Hotel. Hurry up, I'm leaving now."
"Huh? I..." Lu Feng had originally planned to have a meeting with Gao Zhiwei that evening to gather market feedback, but now that Gao Zhiwei was being so polite, he couldn't refuse.
In any case, Mr. Huang is not a businessman; he is backed by a state-owned enterprise. Tomorrow, a transfer order could make him a leader somewhere.
Such recognition from a prominent figure can be considered a backup plan for Lu Feng.
"Okay, but it's on me. I don't want you to spend money." Lu Feng said politely for a few moments and then hung up the phone.
At seven o'clock in the evening, the night was gray and the air was cool as autumn had arrived. A careful observer would notice that the leaves on the roadside trees had quietly turned yellow.
Autumn's influence is subtle and silent.
Ren Qianbo's car stopped downstairs at the Tianyue Hotel. He didn't go upstairs. After waiting for a few minutes, another car drove up, and a bald man in his fifties got out with a somewhat lewd look on his face.
"President Zuo, it's been a long time!" Ren Qianbo stepped forward and said warmly.
"Why did you suddenly invite me to dinner? Today was quite a lively day; my phone hasn't stopped ringing. You wouldn't come here without a reason," Mr. Zuo said with a smile.
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