A row of poplar trees stood outside the factory, their leaves already turning yellow. A gust of wind blew, and the leaves drifted down, turning the courtyard a golden yellow. Standing in the factory manager's office, the view, bathed in the crimson sunset, was quite beautiful.
Lu Feng leaned against the door frame, lit a cigarette, and slowly smoked it. He had already put on a thin sweater, which Jiang Xiaoyan had knitted by hand. He turned his head to look at the calendar on the wall: October 16th, 6:30 pm.
During this period, many people have been promoted, such as production supervisors and finance personnel responsible for coordinating the warehouse, production, and shipping processes. The entire factory is operating more smoothly, and the rules and regulations are gradually being improved.
Lu Feng didn't get involved much, leaving everything to Gao Zhiwei. Since he had appointed Gao as the general manager, he had to trust him. Besides, Lu Feng also had to think long-term. He couldn't stay in the children's food industry for too long; he would eventually have to move on to the future market of electronics.
"Are you done with your work?" Lu Feng called out to Gao Zhiwei downstairs.
"Just have Big Head sign it right away!"
A few minutes later, Gao Zhiwei ran back to his place, put on a coat, and Lu Feng noticed that his nose was red. He asked in surprise, "Is it that cold?"
"I'm from the South!"
"Then wear more clothes. We'll light the stove in a few days so you don't freeze." Lu Feng patted his shoulder and said, "Go have dinner with President Zuo."
The two got on the motorcycle and instantly felt the biting cold. It was only late autumn, but it got chilly as soon as the sun set. Gao Zhiwei hugged his hands tightly and exclaimed, "Damn it, how are you going to survive the winter?"
"Staying at home eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating, it's too cold!" Lu Feng felt it was excessively cold; thirty years later, in mid-October, one would at most wear short sleeves.
He used to not believe people when they talked about global warming, but now he really does.
"Ride slowly, it's cold!"
"Stop yelling, hurry up and go! I need to make money to buy a car!" Lu Feng shouted.
"Buy it! After you buy it, take me on a motorcycle. In this weather, if I ride on a motorcycle, I'm an idiot!" Gao Zhiwei shouted.
When the two arrived at the Tianyue Hotel, they were freezing like babies. It was completely dark outside. A car headlight illuminated the surroundings. Lu Feng squinted and saw President Zuo. He quickly straightened up, and his expression quickly became calm and unhurried.
Gao Zhiwei was truly impressed by his acting skills; most people didn't have that kind of acting ability.
Lu Feng waved to President Zuo, indicating that he would go upstairs first. He stepped into the lobby, where he had become a regular. The lobby manager was very familiar with him.
"Mr. Lu, you're here again. Which private room today?" The lobby manager smiled broadly. He was dressed in a professional suit and looked to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. His appearance was naturally quite handsome.
"The one from last time, Mr. Ren."
"Please follow me!" The lobby manager led the way, and as they walked, he suddenly joked, "Mr. Lu has come so many times, but I've never seen him bring his wife with him?"
Gao Zhiwei raised an eyebrow, sensing something amiss, and said with a smile, "What? You want to be my sister-in-law?"
"How could someone as handsome as Mr. Lu be interested in me?"
“You’re right, I really don’t like it.” Lu Feng pointed to the private room in front and asked, “Is that the one?”
The lobby manager's smile froze on his face, and he nodded, saying, "Yes."
"No need for you, just let the waiter come in and take our order." Lu Feng waved his hand and strode inside.
"Why are you still so clueless about romance?"
“If you dare to joke with her today, she’ll dare to flirt with you tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow she’ll dare to put her arm around you. In less than a week, she’ll dare to crawl into your bed,” Lu Feng said expressionlessly.
"Are you afraid your wife will beat you?" Gao Zhiwei asked, as if he had caught something red-handed.
"She'll crawl into your bed tonight, and as soon as it's light, she'll dare to spend your money, understand?"
"After all that talk, you're just stingy!" Gao Zhiwei was speechless.
"You don't understand. To women, a poor man who touches them inappropriately or uses tricks is a scoundrel. They are a vulnerable group. But for people like us who are about to become rich, what kind of women would touch us inappropriately or use tricks to be scoundrels? We are a vulnerable group, understand?"
Gao Zhiwei smacked his lips. How did he come to know such insightful and experienced thoughts?
The door to the private room was pushed open, and President Zuo walked in. Gao Zhiwei hurriedly stood up to greet him, exchanging many polite greetings. After he sat down, Lu Feng handed him the menu and said, "President Zuo, please order whatever you would like to eat."
"No need, I'll just eat and drink here every day. I mainly want to hear about your million-dollar deal." Mr. Zuo got straight to the point: "Tell me first, where did you get over a million?"
"Illegal fundraising!"
"puff!"
Mr. Zuo was drinking water when he choked and started coughing. He sensed that the money was ill-gotten, but he didn't expect Lu Feng to be so blatant about it.
"This is illegal!"
“I know, so I need to take over the market, start making a profit, and fill the hole.” Lu Feng opened the bottle of wine, poured some for President Zuo, and said, “I don’t like beating around the bush, so I’ll just say it directly: I want you to give me priority in supplying raw materials.”
"You want to stock up and grab market share, but I have limited raw materials. If the two of you fight, I'll be in trouble. You know, Mr. Ren is my brother of many years. You have to be kind to your brother. If I treat my brother like this, would you dare to call me brother? Right?"
“I understand!” Lu Feng raised his hand to stop him from speaking, and said, “I know that President Ren is your brother, I’ll add more money.”
"What?" President Zuo looked insulted, as if he was about to explode at any moment.
“I’ll add money, add 50,000 yuan, I’ll give you 50,000 yuan for free, I’ll buy your brother’s identity!” Lu Feng put his arm around President Zuo’s shoulder and said, “The first time I met you, I felt a special connection with you, as if we were half-brothers.”
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