There are many people like Mr. Chen, who work in state-owned enterprises and are both officials and businessmen. They think that because they are in a high position in the business world, everyone should give them face when they give an order. Little do they know that the reform has entered the deep water zone, especially after entering the 1990s.
Lu Feng gives him face, calling him President Chen; if he doesn't, he's nothing!
President Chen was so angry that he slammed his fist on the table, wanting to teach Lu Feng a lesson. He had been acting very arrogantly lately, but the two of them had no direct business relationship, making things very difficult. Ren Qianbo borrowed money from him, and he boasted that he could settle things with Lu Feng with a single phone call, only to be proven wrong.
Lu Feng stood up, opened the door, and called out to the office next door, "Xiao Li, see if General Manager Gao, Han Dong, and Da Tou are here? If they are, call them all to my office."
“Yes, factory manager!” a young man of similar age to Lu Feng replied.
A dozen minutes later, the group walked in, their heads covered in snowflakes. In addition to Gao Zhiwei, Datou, and Han Dong, six or seven other people had been promoted recently to be in charge of quality inspection, publicity, product design, human resources, and so on, which made the department more complete.
Lu Feng first looked at Gao Zhiwei and asked, "There's a problem with your market research report. The market share is fluctuating wildly."
"There are too many middlemen dealing in our products; some are even taking them to Henan to sell," Gao Zhiwei said helplessly. "They're so popular that's why. I estimate our market share is around 70% right now!"
"How is user stickiness? Is this high market share due to merchants pushing it out for profit, or is it because users like it so much that even if they only recoup a little profit, it's still not a problem?"
"Just compare them to Wanyuan and you'll see. They can't even sell their goods at a loss. Wanyuan's market has been completely destroyed," Gao Zhiwei said confidently.
“I need the latest product by the first of next month. Just do it according to my requirements. I don’t expect you to have any creative ideas.” Lu Feng said to the new design manager, “Just do what I say. Don’t do anything out of line.”
Manager Li nodded, feeling somewhat aggrieved.
After talking with everyone and getting a complete understanding of the factory's situation, he looked through the documents on the table, remained silent for a long time, and then said, "Starting tomorrow, the profit margin will be increased by ten percent!"
"Are we about to make a profit?" Big Head's eyes lit up.
"Let's see how the market reacts. Once we increase the profit margin, we can maintain this momentum." Lu Feng took a deep breath and looked at Gao Zhiwei, saying, "Before the New Year, I want you to take over half the province's market, and this factory needs to be fully staffed."
"As long as the product performs well in the market, I guarantee to connect with major supermarkets and distributors. As for the problems with distributors, they are minor issues. At worst, I won't go home for the Chinese New Year," Gao Zhiwei said in a deep voice.
Although it wasn't even six o'clock yet, it was already dark outside. Lu Feng stood up and said, "Those who are supposed to leave work should leave."
"Goodbye, factory manager. The roads are slippery from the snow, please drive carefully," said the newly arrived head of the publicity department.
Lu Feng stopped, turned around and sized him up, then said, "I don't allow this kind of flattery in my factory. If I hear it again, I'm leaving."
The supervisor shrank back in fright and dared not speak.
In the factory, the new managers and supervisors were absolutely afraid of Lu Feng. Apart from Da Tou, even Gao Zhiwei sometimes didn't dare to joke around in front of him.
Once during a meal, Gao Zhiwei complained that he had done just as much work, yet his power was still less than that of Da Tou. Lu Feng laughed and said that Da Tou wasn't very bright, and if Gao Zhiwei wasn't very bright either, he could be just as foolish as Da Tou.
This caused everyone to burst into laughter. In fact, everyone knew that Lu Feng just had a preference for big heads.
He rode his motorcycle home, arriving after 7 p.m., covered in snow, looking every bit like a traveler returning home on a snowy night. Jiang Xiaoyan quickly patted him down.
"It's so cold, the snowflakes are like knives. Now that I'm rich, I'm definitely going to buy a car," Lu Feng muttered.
"How much does a car cost? How long have you been nagging about it? All you ever think about is buying a car. You keep telling me you're going to make a fortune, but I haven't seen the factory make any money at all." Jiang Xiaoyan shook her head and said, "On the contrary, you've suffered a lot. You should shave your beard. If you come out with me, people will think you're my dad."
"That's great, it makes me look rich, and you're being kept too." Lu Feng teased, then looked at Duo Duo and said, "Little brat, don't you know how to greet people?"
"You didn't buy me a gift," Duoduo pouted.
"I'll buy you a hammer," Lu Feng said irritably. "Next year I'll send you to kindergarten."
"Daddy's the best! Daddy's the most handsome!" Duoduo ran over and flattered him.
While eating, Jiang Xiaoyan asked, "Are you free to go back home for the New Year?"
Yes, what's wrong?
“My mom called me and told me to come home for the Chinese New Year. My older brother, second older brother, and younger sister are all here. My younger sister brought her boyfriend home this year, and they're planning to get married next year.”
"Sure!" Lu Feng said, looking down at his food.
"Don't take the past to heart."
"What's wrong?" Lu Feng looked up and paused for a moment, thinking for a while. He had gone to her house for Chinese New Year the year before last. At the dinner table, her second brother made sarcastic remarks, saying that Lu Feng was a good-for-nothing who was supported by his sister. As a result, a fight broke out.
On someone else's turf, what else can you do but get beaten up? Getting a beating from your father-in-law, brother-in-law, brother-in-law, and sister-in-law on the second day of the Lunar New Year is something else.
"It's all in the past." Lu Feng was very generous; after all, he wasn't the one who got beaten up, so he didn't care.
"You're so kind!" Jiang Xiaoyan smiled gently.
"It's nothing, it's just a beating from your family. Even if I got ten beatings before, it wouldn't bother me. I'm a very magnanimous person," Lu Feng said with a smile.
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