Most importantly, participating in global trade shows and promoting your products is the best way to get started.
The food was served, and Lu Feng raised his glass to drink with everyone. The three girls under President Du's management were quite lively, pouring drinks and singing songs. They tried to join in Lu Feng's conversation many times, but they couldn't get a word in edgewise and had to give up, even though President Du didn't understand international trade.
“Can I understand it this way? Global trade is controlled by the United States. Unless it’s a small-scale trade, if I want my products to go global in large quantities, I have to set up a headquarters in the United States.” Lu Feng asked Zou directly.
Mr. Zou sensed the discomfort in Lu Feng's words and smiled, saying, "Mr. Lu, you're overthinking this. Considering your current production and the growth time of international trade, it will take at least ten years to reach this ceiling. If your annual sales volume reaches over 10 billion, of course you'll need to set up your headquarters in the United States, since there are more resources and more timely information there."
Lu Feng nodded, sensing that it would be very difficult for Wepda to establish itself in the international trade sector in a short period of time.
We raised our glasses, exchanged polite words, and prepared to drink when a loud, jarring noise came from next door. The singing was especially loud and quite annoying.
"Waiter!!" Mr. Du shouted.
The waiter pushed open the door, came in, and said, "What can I do for you?"
"Tell the neighbors to keep it down, it's too noisy."
"Okay!" The waiter went out and said to the waiter next to him. The door to the next private room was pushed open. The room was filled with smoke. Several boys were shirtless, with their arms around each other's shoulders, holding microphones and shouting.
"Sir, could you please turn the volume down a bit? Don't turn it up to the maximum; the guests next door have complained," the waiter reminded him.
"complaint?"
"What's there to complain about? We're here to have fun, of course we want to have a good time. If he's unhappy, he can leave!"
"That's right, they're unhappy, so they tell us to shut up, even though we paid for it."
"Tell them, I'm not going to shut up, I'm going to keep singing!"
After he finished speaking, a group of men and women, laughing and singing, came from the speakers. The waitress was helpless and could only inform the lobby manager.
When the lobby manager heard that the guests were from those two private rooms, he immediately felt a headache coming on. He stepped inside and said to the group of young people, "Excuse me, we don't need to turn the volume up to the highest setting!"
A gaunt man walked over, turned the volume up to the maximum, and said, "I like it turned up to the maximum, is that a problem?"
"It's you who's affecting the neighbors next door," the lobby manager said helplessly.
"So what if it's noisy? If you don't like the noise, you can leave, right?"
The lobby manager was almost in tears. He was sure he was going to offend someone in a private room today, so he hurriedly said, "Gentlemen and ladies, please give me some face. The people in the next private room originally booked this room today, but you insisted on taking it. They gave it to you, so there's no need to disturb them, right?"
"What do you mean? He's letting us have our way? Do we need him to let us have our way? Do we not have the money?" A young woman in her early twenties walked over, looking like a tough guy, pulled a wad of cash from her pocket and threw it at the lobby manager's face, shouting, "Don't you even know who Grandma Hua is?!"
The people present all looked quite young; none of them were over twenty-five. This Grandma Hua was also very young, only about eighteen or nineteen years old.
"It's not about the money, please be a little quieter." The lobby manager retreated with a hint of helplessness.
As soon as the door closed, the noise inside grew louder. Lu Feng, who was sitting next to him, looked up and frowned. President Du's face was extremely ugly. It was supposed to be a meal hosted by him, but he didn't expect to encounter such an environment. It was very annoying!
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