"What do you think about us starting our own logistics company?" Lu Feng asked Liang Ping.
"Start your own logistics company?" Liang Ping was taken aback, then thought for a moment and said, "I don't know about that. Anyway, this industry is very shady, and ordinary people can't do it. If it's within the province, you have to deal with Yongchang, Jinchang, and Tianchang first. There's a saying in the industry: 'When the three Changs merge into one Chang, they'll all be involved in prostitution!'"
Everyone laughed, and Zhang Fengxia, sitting there, said, "Don't say those useless things."
"Mr. Zhang, I didn't mean to say these things. They're just rumors circulating in the industry. You'll never know how shady this industry is until you step into it," Liang Ping hurriedly explained.
As they chatted, it was almost noon. Lu Feng nodded and said, "Let's stop here. It's almost noon. Let's go eat."
Lu Feng stood up and slowly walked outside. He knew things were chaotic, but he didn't expect it to be like this. He had never heard of a truck needing someone to escort it before.
This incident alone is enough to show that this industry is not easy to navigate.
Lu Feng had given up hope of regulating the freight industry. He couldn't do it himself; for it to be done, the government would need to take action in many areas, including cracking down on organized crime, infrastructure development, industry standardization, and legal support.
On the second floor of the cafeteria, Lu Feng sat in a private room eating his meal, still pondering. Suddenly, he said, "I'll register a logistics company these next two days. Let's call it Golden Bee. We'll start with the provincial level and then expand nationwide using this model. My requirement is that all distributors must use our logistics as their first order."
"Have you thought it through?" Zhang Fengxia pondered for a while and said, "The investment is too big. First, we need to build our own logistics points, which is a huge amount of money. Second, there are the vehicles. A truck is very expensive, and we don't have much cargo in this province. Last month, our sales were less than 30 million yuan. Spread across various cities and counties, that's less than a million yuan. With such a large investment, if there's any vandalism or vehicle burning, we won't be able to break even!"
Zhang Fengxia secretly calculated in her mind that this was like buying the box and returning the pearl, which was not worthwhile.
"Let's establish a foothold first and plan for future development. I won't invest too much money," Lu Feng thought for a moment and said, "At most ten million."
Ten million?
"US dollars?" Zhang Fengxia asked, puzzled.
"We're all Chinese, so stop talking about US dollars all the time," Lu Feng said while eating.
Zhang Fengxia couldn't figure out how to allocate ten million yuan for logistics across the entire province. Just the vehicles, warehouses, and personnel alone would cost more than ten million yuan if spread throughout the province. Once it was running, the staff salaries would be constantly burning through cash, not to mention the fuel costs for the vehicles and all sorts of other expenses.
"I'll take the lead in this company, I'll run it. Let's eat." Lu Feng ate his meal in silence, quietly planning his own affairs.
After dinner, I called Zhu Lidong to get some information about the current market situation. VCD's market share has declined, but it is still the mainstream in the market. The problem of piracy is difficult to solve; there will always be pirated copies that are cheaper than yours.
Fortunately, the previous piracy scandal led more people to choose Jinbao VCD. Around 3 p.m., Lu Feng decided to go out and take a look. Listening to more in the office was not as good as seeing it in person.
No research, no right to speak!
Driving around the city, asking around several times before heading to the suburbs, whether it's more than ten years later or now, the city center is bustling and prosperous, while the dirty and chaotic edge of the city makes people feel that this place does not belong to this city.
The street was lined with low bungalows, and the road was riddled with potholes. Lu Feng heard the sound of cars scraping against each other more than once. Trucks roared past all around. The street was filled with car repair shops, fast food restaurants, auto parts stores, and accommodation and catering establishments.
A large sign hung above the door of a bungalow not far away, reading "Flying Eagle Logistics." A Jiefang truck was parked next to it, unloading goods. It was a hot day, and a dozen strong men, shirtless, had their upper bodies tanned to a bronze color.
With each shout of "Hey-ha!", Lu Feng could sense their pain. After parking the car and getting out, Lu Feng looked around. The unloaded goods were a batch of kitchenware, which looked like they were for a large restaurant.
"Master, what are you doing?" a man with an accent asked.
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