"Thank you, Mr. Lu. I was going to report to you on the current market situation, but since you have guests, I'll have someone come and ask," Zhu Lidong said earnestly.
"Just give me some numbers, I'll listen. If it's just ordinary numbers, then forget it." Lu Feng cleared his throat, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said, "Any exciting news?"
Zhu Lidong pondered for a moment and said, "That's right. Currently, our market share in the VCD market has stabilized at around 50%. Our total sales for the two quarters of this year have reached four million units, and the market estimates that sales next year will exceed twenty million units, which is a very high growth rate. Our sales channels have expanded to thirteen major cities, and we have become a best-selling brand in many places."
"And there's the situation overseas," Zhu Lidong said, glancing discreetly at Yang Yan. "We've reached strategic agreements with some smaller countries. In the next five years, both Wepuda TVs and Jinbao VCDs will dominate the market. Meanwhile, the King and Queen personally received me and extended their greetings. The overseas market response has been enthusiastic, and we anticipate our revenue will exceed five billion US dollars next year. With the market expanding globally, reaching ten billion US dollars annually is only a matter of time. Furthermore, our marketing department and R&D company jointly received invitations from the senior vice presidents of Sony and Motorola to discuss a framework for in-depth strategic cooperation in the global market. We'll need you to continue the discussions there."
Yang Yan was dumbfounded. Not to mention him, Lu Feng was also dumbfounded. The first part was about the actual situation of Jiafeng Electronics, but what the rest was all nonsense.
I asked him to blow it, but he blew it way too far.
“The international situation is rather chaotic, let’s talk about it again in a while. Um… you’ve worked hard, take a rest first, we can discuss it in detail another day,” Lu Feng said to Zhu Lidong.
Zhu Lidong stood up, patted Yang Yan on the shoulder and said, "I see a reflection of myself back then in you. Keep up the good work. I'm leaving now."
Yang Yan was completely confused and asked Lu Feng, "Has Jiafeng Electronics expanded internationally?"
“You wouldn’t understand international affairs. It’s all about transnational cooperation. I can only tell you that it’s very complicated. You won’t understand unless you get involved. Moreover, there are many interests involved in cooperation between transnational companies. Some people may seem successful on the surface, but only they know what they’re really like.” Lu Feng said to him, “Do you understand?”
Yang Yan muttered to himself, "What do I know?"
"How about you take charge of the logistics business here for now, and be the temporary general manager of Golden Bee Logistics? What do you think?" Lu Feng asked.
“Alright, I’m just doing my job to share your burdens. As for the matter of going to Muyou Zhejia Limited Group, Mr. Lu, please keep it in mind.” Yang Yan said politely.
"It's nothing, it's nothing," Lu Feng said casually.
Suddenly, I saw security guards rush out from downstairs, blocking seven or eight people. A conflict broke out, and they pushed and shoved each other as they walked toward the office building.
A short while later, Lu Feng saw Zhang Fengxia come downstairs, seemingly arguing about something, and then a group of people walked in from the doorway.
"What's wrong?" Yang Yan craned his neck to look.
There was a knock on the office door, and a clerk opened it and said, "Mr. Lu, a lot of people have come. They say they want to terminate their contract with Jinfeng Logistics and want to see you."
"What happened?" Lu Feng stood up and asked.
"I don't know, Mr. Zhang wants you to come downstairs."
Lu Feng hurried towards the door, and Yang Yan stood up and followed him out.
More than twenty people had gathered downstairs. Basically, the owner of a small logistics company was surrounded by four or five shady-looking thugs.
"Where's Lu Feng? Get out here!" a thug shouted.
Where are the people from Golden Bee Logistics?
"What are you all shouting about?" Zhang Fengxia looked at these people and said, "Are you here to cause trouble for us?"
"I'm here, what's wrong?"
As Lu Feng spoke, he stepped down and asked the group, "What's the matter?"
"Nothing much, just here to terminate the contract. Our company no longer wants to cooperate with Jinfeng Logistics. The contract is here." A man in his thirties with a fierce look handed over a contract. Standing next to him was a short man with dark skin.
Lu Feng looked at the group of people, four or five of them surrounding one person. He glanced at the contract and saw that the boss in front of him was named An Hongwei. Lu Feng asked him, "Mr. An, are these people your employees?"
"I wouldn't dare call myself 'General Manager,' I just... I just don't want to sign." An Hongwei said, glancing weakly at the person next to him.
Lu Feng handed the contract to Zhang Fengxia next to him, his face instantly darkening. He shouted, "Threatening my partner and coming to me to terminate the contract? How arrogant!"
"This is outrageous!!!"
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