After everyone was seated, Gao Zhiwei went out and said a few words. Then, amidst enthusiastic applause, Lu Feng stepped out and stood in the front row. The first thing he did was check his watch.
"It's a pleasure to see you all here. I'm short on time, so I won't waste any more time. Our 1024 Financial Project is a national project to raise funds for southern cities. It will last for fifteen months. The reason we can offer such a high return is because we need the funds urgently."
Lu Feng cleared his throat, his face expressionless, and said in a deep voice, "The amount of money needed is a lot, but the four major banks have solved a lot of it. They are the ones who eat meat, while we are just drinking soup. I have also invested a lot myself. As for why I want to give it to everyone, it's because I am a local. My father left here and told me that one should not forget one's roots. I can feel that my soul is deeply rooted here and I want to do something for the people here."
Lu Feng choked up as he spoke, recounting his father's past experiences, how he was bullied and how difficult it was to start a business. Many of the older people who listened were moved to tears.
"Alright, that's all for now. I'm leaving." After saying that, Lu Feng walked out the door, turned a corner, and went up to the second floor, leaving the rest to Gao Zhiwei.
An hour later, Gao Zhiwei entered the office, carrying a heavy bag. He said, "There were a few old ladies who took out coffin lids. When I was signing the contract, I was thinking that if we really were scammers, these people probably wouldn't survive."
"Unfortunately, we're not!" Lu Feng took the bag and asked, "How much?"
"Sixty-seven thousand!"
"So much?" Lu Feng asked in surprise, "That's 100,000 already. If these people go back, one will tell ten, ten will tell a hundred, and we'll really make money."
Gao Zhiwei lit a cigarette, nodded silently, looking preoccupied. He raised his eyelids to look at Lu Feng and asked seriously, "Are you sure you can kill Ren Qianbo by burning hundreds of thousands of yuan?"
"I'm sure!" Lu Feng said confidently, "Wanyuan Foods has already collected the profits from retailers, so we'll continue, understand?"
Lu Feng's performance was like a joke to the business world, which had been quiet for many years. Everyone was waiting to see the show, but it ended so suddenly, leaving people unsatisfied.
As if nothing had ever happened, this former state-owned sugar factory, now Jiaming Food, has become dull and lifeless again, as if it has lost its luster in everyone's eyes, and then faded from everyone's sight. One day when you pass by, you will see a pile of weeds in the yard again.
Only one person was still paying attention: Mr. Huang. His driver, Xiao Zhao, was very upset. Every morning when he went to work, the first thing he thought about was whether his grandson, who had replaced him, would come or not.
As Wanyuan Foods' profits declined, retailers became reluctant to sell its products. In contrast, Jiamei Foods' products not only sold like hotcakes but also generated substantial profits.
After just a few days, demand exceeded supply. Shipments were low while market demand was high. Lu Feng's phone kept ringing every day, giving the impression of a cannery, and the market was slowly beginning to boom.
Ren Qianbo took He Yanli out for a few days of fun. Now he no longer needed to hide anything from anyone and could bring her home whenever he wanted. After drinking and enjoying himself for a few days, he realized something was wrong when he returned to the factory.
"It's not bankrupt yet?" Ren Qianbo's voice rose several times.
Why didn't you tell me? This is such a serious matter, and you didn't tell me?
Liu Biao hurriedly said, "President Ren, calm down, it's nothing. Their output is very small, they only get two thousand yuan worth of goods from President Zuo every day, they won't amount to much. I saw you were quite tired, so I didn't say anything."
Ren Qianbo felt a little panicked, a very bad feeling lingering in his heart. According to his estimation, Lu Feng's account was definitely out of money now, so how could he continue production?
He picked up the phone and immediately called Lu Feng.
Inside Lu Feng's office, large bundles of banknotes were pulled from the cabinet, and a stack of contracts lay beside them. Lu Feng was still somewhat shocked by the amount of money and asked, "How much is this?"
"More than 1.67 million, and there are still people wanting to invest today, some investing 30,000 or 50,000."
Lu Feng hurriedly waved his hand and said, "That's enough. We won't accept any investment. We'll send them the money on the first of next month. Remember to get a receipt. We'll return all the money we've used. We won't give them a penny more or a penny less."
"Know!"
Just as the two were about to sort out the money, the phone rang. Lu Feng answered, "Who is it?"
"I am Ren Qianbo. Boss Lu, didn't you say you were out of money and were planning to sell the machines to pay your employees' salaries? Why are you still producing? And why are the retail profits for these products still so high? What do you mean by that?"
"Mr. Ren, don't be angry. I've been living on borrowed money lately. It wasn't easy to get a factory, right?" Lu Feng smiled and patted the pile of money that was half his height. He said with a grin, "Brother, I still want to try my best."
"You're losing money every day, what are you struggling for?" Ren Qianbo said in a deep voice on the other end of the phone, "If you try to play tricks on me, I'll tell my brother, and you won't even be able to buy raw materials."
"Hahahaha!" Lu Feng laughed, his laughter was very arrogant, and said, "You can try it. I'm not talking to you anymore, I have something to do and I'm busy."
He hung up the phone after saying that.
As Ren Qianbo listened to the dial tone, his heart raced, and that uneasy feeling grew stronger, but he couldn't understand it, he really couldn't understand it.
I picked up the phone and called Mr. Zuo, but the line was busy.
Lu Feng sat in his boss's chair, holding the phone, and said, "Mr. Zuo, let's have dinner together tonight and talk about some big business."
"I don't have time to waste with you. What big business deals could you possibly be talking about? I'm hanging up!"
"A business worth over a million."
Lu Feng, listening to the phone call, said, "Weren't you going to hang up?"
"Where did you get over a million? Are you kidding me?"
"Yes, all in cash. Let's have dinner at the Tianyue Hotel tonight, it's on me. Abalone and lobster are all you can eat. It's the same private room where President Ren treated you the other day. It's a deal worth over a million. I'll be waiting for you!" Lu Feng said and hung up the phone.
Lu Feng stood up and helped organize the money. He looked at Gao Zhiwei and said, "You should go back to your old profession. The raw materials will arrive tomorrow, and we will start shipping in large quantities the day after tomorrow. My requirement is that within a month, we must take down Wanyuan Foods in the three surrounding cities. As soon as it falls, we must immediately recoup our profits. We need to make up for the money we've burned within a month, or Da Tou will go to jail."
Gao Zhiwei nodded and said, "Don't worry."
Ren Qianbo called President Zuo, wanting to invite him to dinner that evening and ask him to cut off Lu Feng's supply. He would give him some benefits to extinguish Lu Feng's little flame.
But Mr. Zuo refused, saying he had dinner with a big boss tonight and would have to postpone it to another day.
Ren Qianbo suddenly felt that everything had changed in just a few days. A suffocating atmosphere filled the air, making him anxious.
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