Chen Hansheng still wanted to confirm which company Lu Feng belonged to, but Lu Feng didn't say anything during the meal. Chen Hansheng thought that if he helped Lu Feng make connections with Xiong Kai, the other party would be grateful to him.
In his mind, Xiong Kai was an absolute powerhouse in the industry, but in Lu Feng's eyes, he was actually not very useful, especially since he lacked the ability to promote cooperation, which made him even more useless.
It was a little past nine o'clock in the evening, a cool time. After a hearty meal, Lu Feng and his family were chatting with others in the alley. Chen Hansheng had drunk a little too much. Xiu'er was clearing away the dishes, but she was having some doubts.
"Do you think he's bluffing?" Xiu'er pondered Lu Feng's behavior tonight, and the more she thought about it, the more suspicious she became. No matter how she asked, he wouldn't say which company he worked for, and he was being evasive.
"I'll have dinner with Boss Xiong tomorrow, and then I'll find out," Chen Hansheng said, slightly drunk.
Xiuer sensed that something was off with Lu Feng. She couldn't understand why, since Lu Feng wanted to rely on Boss Xiong and Chen Hansheng was pulling strings for him, he was acting as if he didn't want to meet him, as if... as if he was afraid of being exposed.
However, as Lu Feng drove his top-of-the-line Crown, Xiu'er tidied the table, her mind racing with calculations.
Lu Feng sat in the alley, and the elderly folks praised the child, Duo Duo, and also showered Lu Feng's family with compliments. The multi-million dollar deal that hadn't been mentioned in a long time was brought up again by them.
After the lively atmosphere, everyone dispersed and went home to rest. The next day, Lu Feng went to the factory early in the morning. Guo Jiayang, the general manager of the provincial post and telecommunications department, was coming today, and the specific negotiations would take more time.
This morning, Lu Feng attended the morning meeting and gave instructions on the revised cassette player and radio. At the same time, the sales of the Jinbao home theater were so poor that it was officially discontinued after less than five months of production.
It's not just that Jiafeng Electronics' own home theater systems are selling poorly; all home theater systems are struggling to sell. VCD players are relentlessly attacking this older product, like a one-sided massacre.
After the morning meeting, the second meeting was held immediately, mainly about advertising and promotion for Jinfeng Logistics.
A vice president from a department under the marketing department flipped through his folders and said, "President Lu, our idea is to bundle it with VCD advertising. Because that's how TV advertising works: the more ads you put in, the more you can negotiate prices. We can increase VCD advertising and get TV stations to include ads for Jinfeng Logistics."
This vice president seemed quite pleased with himself for his cleverness, saving the company money and increasing VCD promotion, much like Lu Feng's freeloading style.
"Are you trying to save me money?" Lu Feng twirled a pen in his hand and looked at him, saying, "Let me ask you the simplest question: what is the purpose of advertising?"
"Make it widely known!" The vice president suddenly became nervous.
"Who should we tell?" Lu Feng asked.
“Tell users that… cultivate potential users, while promoting the brand… brand effect, increase potential buyers’ recognition and deepen the influence.” He stammered, as if reciting a memorized text.
"Television media is mass media, directly facing the public. Is Jinfeng Logistics a market facing the public? It's a market facing businesses. What are you advertising on TV? Any advertisement should first ask itself, who needs your product? Showcase the product features in the simplest way possible, it's that simple."
Lu Feng slammed his pen on the table and said, "The main way to promote is through billboards. Note that we need to rent billboards on roads with a lot of trucks. If there are no billboards to rent, we should erect one ourselves. At the same time, we should increase manpower and visit small logistics companies to sign a lot of contracts."
After a morning meeting, Lu Feng assigned tasks. He was currently handling all the work at Jin Feng Logistics himself and urgently needed someone to help him share the burden.
After lunch, Lu Feng prepared to return to his office to rest. Just as he entered the office, a clerk knocked and came in, saying, "Mr. Lu, this morning we confirmed the itinerary with the assistant of General Manager Guo of the Provincial Post and Telecommunications Bureau. They are expected to arrive around 4 p.m. today. We originally planned to hold the meeting at the hotel, but General Manager Guo's idea is to come and see the factory area."
"Guests are guests, so let him see what he wants. Arrange things according to his wishes," Lu Feng instructed.
Around noon, Chen Hansheng, who had been drunk the night before, had just woken up with a headache. Xiu'er brought him a bowl of porridge and then reiterated her doubts.
The alley was buzzing with excitement today. People talked about Lu Feng from their homes to the end of the alley. Lu Feng's door was practically worn down by the crowd. Regardless of whether it was true or not, everyone was going to try and win him over.
Jiang Xiaoyan was getting tired of chatting with him.
Grandpa Hong had drunk a bit too much that day. Being old, it took him two days to recover. As soon as he stepped out of the alley, he heard about this incident and headed towards Chen Hansheng's house.
Once inside, Xiu'er and her husband briefly explained the situation. It must be said that Grandpa Hong was a seasoned veteran with a wealth of experience, and he asked pointedly, "How do you know his job isn't a driver?"
This question left the two of them completely stunned.
yes!
Lu Feng was driving a luxury car, so he was very likely the driver. As for the folder, it was probably left in the car by the boss.
Chen Hansheng suddenly realized what had happened and slapped his thigh in regret. He had wasted a whole table of food and a bottle of Moutai yesterday, and the worst part was that he had agreed to have dinner with him and Boss Xiong tonight.
"I almost fell for his trick, Uncle Hong. You have such sharp eyes! I almost got scammed," Chen Hansheng exclaimed to Uncle Hong.
If Lu Feng heard this, he would be so wronged that he would be speechless. He hadn't said anything, neither admitted nor denied anything; it was all just his imagination. The key point is that his imagination was correct, and now he's been led astray by Grandpa Hong.
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