"My family isn't that bad!"
After dinner, Lu Feng took a shower and shaved. Jiang Xiaoyan washed the dishes and said with a hint of shyness, "Go lie down on the bed first. I'll put Duoduo to sleep in a bit. Don't rush to sleep."
But when she entered the bedroom, he was already snoring loudly. Seeing how tired Lu Feng was, she felt a little bad and silently carried Duo Duo from the sofa into the inner room.
At 5:30 a.m. the next morning, Lu Feng woke up on time, got dressed, and went to the factory before dawn to start loading the first batch of goods.
When the deliverymen learned that the profit margin had been increased, some hesitated, while others cursed and swore outside the factory gate, saying that they were the ones who made Jiaming what it is today, and without them, it would be nothing. Now, they were actually taking back the profit margin and squeezing their profits, which was simply courting death.
Some even made outrageous claims, saying they would go to Wanyuan to pick up the goods tomorrow, and that Jiaming would change it back in a few days. Lu Feng laughed when he heard these remarks.
Jiaming's products are in high demand; they don't need to transport them, there are plenty of people who want them. The first truckload of goods has started to be loaded.
Lu Feng stared intently at the truckload of goods. Whether the market would accept the goods would determine whether he had completely defeated Wan Yuan and gained a foothold in the market. If he could make a profit, Wan Yuan would have lost completely.
As the first shipment was signed for, the first ray of sunlight pierced the darkness, casting a golden glow on the world. The thick snow in the factory was exceptionally white. Da Tou rushed out with the ledger in his hand, his face full of excitement.
"We made a profit! We made a profit! We earned 320 yuan per truckload! We made money!"
Gao Zhiwei stood not far away, watching Da Tou's excitement like a child. He felt a lump in his throat, and his eyes gradually reddened.
He's not an entrepreneur, just a manager. Whether he succeeds or fails, he can just walk away. But he's been under too much pressure this past month.
When I heard the words "made a profit," a myriad of emotions welled up inside me.
Lu Feng let out a long sigh of relief, a smile spreading across his face. Looking at the rising sun in the east, he murmured to himself, "Finally, the light is in the air!"
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