"Brother Feng, guess how much profit we made today?"
"fifty thousand?"
"We've already made 86,000. If we go all out, we can easily make 100,000 yuan a day in profit," Da Tou said excitedly.
Hearing this number, Lu Feng was also a little excited. He took a deep breath and said, "I understand. Go ahead and get busy."
What does it mean to make a fortune every day?
Lu Feng is currently making a fortune every day. Among the private enterprises in the city, he is definitely the most profitable, with a peak daily profit of 150,000 yuan. After the factory was fully staffed, the profit remained at around 120,000 yuan.
If you only look at local food factories, Jiaming is definitely the best. But Lu Feng knows that Wahaha now has five or six factories. It was established less than a year ago and there was a buying frenzy, which caused the factories with more than 2,000 employees to be unable to supply them.
There was another thing weighing on his mind: raw material suppliers. People like Zuo Weimin were unreliable; ultimately, he needed to control the supply of raw materials himself.
With more funds in his account, Lu Feng breathed a sigh of relief about the fundraising scandal and handed the money over to Gao Zhiwei to return it.
There will definitely be people making a fuss, and some may even sue in court. Lu Feng had planned all of this from the beginning and made sure there were no loopholes.
Outside the window, the wind was biting cold, but inside the house it was warm and cozy. It was already nine o'clock in the morning, but Lu Feng still wasn't up, and he wouldn't let Jiang Xiaoyan get up either.
"Aren't you going to the factory?" Jiang Xiaoyan struggled for a moment and said, "Take your hand away!"
Lu Feng hummed twice and said, "I'm taking a day off today. I'm not going. Everything is back on track. I can go once every two weeks without any problem."
"You make money too easily. You go twice a month and earn millions."
“Yeah, that’s one of the perks of being a boss.” Lu Feng looked up and said, “Honey, I want to buy a car.”
Jiang Xiaoyan had gotten used to his mushy way of addressing her lately, and he had done even more shameless things with his hands. If it weren't for the fact that he had so many, she was afraid that she might already have a child.
“You’re a big boss now, so just buy whatever you want,” Jiang Xiaoyan said happily. “Let’s drive home for the New Year.”
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