Lu Feng felt helpless watching her smile through her tears. Every executive has their own needs; some want employee stock options, some want high salaries, and some hope to manage a department independently without interference. Lu Feng could satisfy all of these, but when it came to Zhang Fengxia, he didn't know what to offer to keep her.
They talked a lot about their lives, mostly about Jiang Xiaoyan. Zhang Fengxia persuaded him to leave after a while.
The new factory was operating non-stop, with staff rotating shifts and machines running non-stop. At 6 p.m., the factory manager received a phone call informing him that the three-shift system would be changed to one shift, and production would be stopped immediately if the inventory reached the red line.
Upon receiving this news, the factory's management was completely dumbfounded, wondering why such a major order would be issued given the current booming sales situation.
Inside the factory manager's office, a group of management members were gathered together smoking. A middle-aged man with a buzz cut sat in a chair, his face frighteningly gloomy.
"What's going on? There's a sudden reduction in production, and the market is experiencing a supply shortage. I've been getting a lot of calls from people wanting to buy goods these past few days!"
"Exactly! Everyone up there is crazy!"
"I told you before I came to this factory that Jiafeng Electronics has a bad reputation in the industry. The senior management are all idiots. That boss is a crook with connections. With such a strong backing, he has managed to get to where he is today. He is really useless."
"Factory manager, if production stops, will we get overtime pay? How will our wages be calculated?"
"Alright, alright, I'll make a call and ask. Keeping one shift isn't enough, let's see if we can keep two shifts. The warehouse is still empty right now." The factory manager said as he made a call to his superiors.
"Vice President Yan, our production..."
A dozen minutes later, Vice President Yan knocked on Zhang Fengxia's office door and asked, "President Zhang, they said the warehouse is completely out of stock, and the workers want to work overtime, maybe one shift out of three, or two shifts. Is that okay?"
Zhang Fengxia raised her head and stared sharply at Vice President Yan, shouting, "Are you trying to bargain with me? Do you even know what execution means? I wasn't clear enough. Production continues until the inventory reaches the red line, then production stops. Just execute the orders. This kind of thing is none of the factory's business!"
"Okay, I understand."
"Who sent you?" Zhang Fengxia stopped him and asked, "Did someone from the factory send you to ask?"
"No...no, they were just reporting the situation, saying the market..."
"Marketing? They understand the market? What's the point of having a marketing department then? The new factory has brought in a lot of new management, but don't bring your bad habits with you, and then you come to ask me?" Zhang Fengxia's face grew increasingly grim, and she shouted, "I'll deduct half a month's salary from your pay and fire the new factory manager!"
"No, Mr. Zhang..."
When Vice President Yan saw Zhang Fengxia looking at him, he immediately fell silent. If he continued, he would be fired. He quickly nodded and left.
As he stepped out of the office, a cold sweat broke out on his back. He had only been the vice president for a short time and felt that he wouldn't last long. He cursed the factory manager of the new plant in his heart, thinking that he had just dug his own grave.
Under the cover of night, truckloads of VCDs sped away from various factories. The huge profits generated from just over ten days of production and stockpiling unleashed the most powerful productivity of capital.
Everyone was eager to make a quick buck from this technological explosion, and the young people at the dinner party unloaded their goods under the cover of night.
He used most of his savings to buy motherboards, and then bought some cheap parts to assemble them. He set up a small workshop, hired seven or eight workers, and could assemble them all in two days. The cost was less than three thousand yuan, and he made a profit of four or five hundred yuan per unit.
The young man hadn't done much manual labor before. After moving a hundred VCD motherboards, he was covered in sweat. He looked up at the starlight in the sky and cheered himself up, saying, "Keep going! Life is about striving. The hardships I endure today, I will be able to stand confidently on stage tomorrow and pay tribute to my idols!"
After saying that, he looked at the motherboards in the workshop and the cheap matching plastic cases piled up to the side, and felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment. This was his first entrepreneurial venture.
Under the cover of night, the newspaper office was proofreading the news layout. A middle-aged man wearing glasses gave off a serious vibe. Looking at the headline in front of him, it was striking: Lu Feng, a man who stands on a pedestal.
"When will we be able to achieve what others are doing?" The middle-aged man stretched and smiled as he spoke to the person next to him.
"Don't even think about it if you have no power or influence. But this Lu Feng is quite young. How is he going to spend so much money?" A young man next to him smacked his lips and said.
“You think a piece of clothing costing a thousand yuan and a pair of leather shoes costing several hundred yuan are sold to whom? These are the people who buy them. Xuedao, you’re new here, and our company is pretty good, as long as it’s stable.” The man patted the young man on the shoulder and said, “No problem, go ahead and print it.”
Bian Xuedao stood up and said, "Okay, we're doing well here, it's just that the night shift is exhausting, I don't know when it will end..."
Many media outlets nowadays like to bestow titles upon celebrities. The last man to be deified was Mr. Mou. Newspaper media experienced an explosive growth in the 1990s, with a large number of various private media outlets emerging, leading to fierce competition in news content.
The next day, early in the morning, all the major appliance stores opened their doors, and every store owner's face was full of confidence, ready to start a new day of shopping. They were sure they had enough stock today, and they put up signs that read "New Arrivals".
After Lu Feng woke up and ate, a stack of newspapers was placed on the table, with a small newspaper on top, the headline of which was "Lu Feng Stands Altar to Godhood".
Zhang Fengxia ate her meal while reading the newspaper and laughed, saying, "Will we have to worship you from now on? This newspaper is exaggerating too much, saying you are the greatest person in history. Let me read it to you: Mr. Lu Feng has a full face and the appearance of wealth. Through picture comparison, we found that he is extremely similar to the ancient tycoon Shen Wansan. He is expected to become the new God of Wealth in many years... Hahahaha."
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