Duo Duo ate half of the hamburger and then wrapped it up in the wrapper.
"Are you full?" Lu Feng asked.
"I want to give it to my mom," Duoduo said, looking up at Lu Feng with her big, dark eyes.
"Get one for your mom, eat it." Lu Feng sighed after saying that. He could imagine what Jiang Xiaoyan's life had become. Faced with adversity, she was a woman who could be extremely frugal with herself. Even Duo Duo had started to feel sorry for her.
After finishing their meal, Lu Feng packed up several portions of food, bought some clothes for the New Year with Duo Duo, and went home with her.
Climbing the stairs to the fifth floor was tiring. The stairwell had an indescribable old smell, and there were odds and ends of bicycles, flower pots, and household items scattered everywhere. Opening the door, the one-bedroom apartment looked particularly shabby, with the TV and refrigerator all unplugged.
On the dining table was a half-bowl of porridge covered with a pot lid, next to a dish of pickled vegetables, and the coffee table was covered with various product drawings.
"We're just missing two more bunk beds." Lu Feng sighed, sat down on the sofa, and suddenly felt something uncomfortable under his bottom. He reached down and pulled out something that looked like a pocket watch.
Turning this thing over, there are two photos inside, one of Lu Feng and the other of Jiang Xiaoyan. When they are closed, they look like they are kissing. This was taken in 1991 when I first arrived in Shenzhen. It's a rare thing. At that time, Jiang Xiaoyan didn't want to take the picture because it was too... well, you know.
Lu Feng played with it for a while, then put it aside. He wandered around the room and felt that all his efforts over the years had been in vain for her, and things were still not the same as before.
Duo Duo's desk is probably the most luxurious place in the house, with a desk lamp, various books, and the table and chairs look quite nice.
The quartz clock on the wall ticked away; it was already past six in the evening. Lu Feng wanted to wait for her to come back, but he was also afraid. No one wanted to go back to those tormenting years.
It was 6:30. Lu Feng sighed and decided to leave. Before leaving, he wrote a note for Duo Duo. The note read, "Yours truly."
As soon as he went downstairs, Lu Feng saw Jiang Xiaoyan riding back on a Jialing motorcycle. He hid under a tree and watched her. Her changes were nothing short of dramatic. She had short hair, wore a white shirt with a slightly yellow wool coat over it, and had a cold expression. She was not as cheerful as before.
She parked her motorcycle downstairs, took a bag from the front rack containing cabbage, pork, and other things, and went upstairs. Not long after, she came downstairs angrily, carrying a bag of KFC.
Standing downstairs, looking around like an angry eagle, unable to find the culprit, he finally threw the things into the trash can in anger.
"Hey, isn't this the big boss? What a waste that food was thrown away," a woman in her forties said, cracking sunflower seeds as she stood downstairs.
Jiang Xiaoyan looked around and raised her voice, saying, "I don't know who you are. Don't try anything with me. Targeting the child, how disgusting!"
"You're a widow, and people still want to pursue you?"
"You're the widow!" Jiang Xiaoyan glared at the other woman and snapped, "If you can't speak properly, then shut your mouth!"
"Those who own factories are really powerful; I can't afford to mess with them."
Jiang Xiaoyan didn't say much to her, looked around behind her, and went upstairs.
Life can change a person, and no one knows which side of them will be revealed. Lu Feng certainly wanted to help her, but he didn't know if helping her would lead her in a different direction.
After leaving the residential area, Lu Feng drove straight to the headquarters. He first instructed people to prepare some gifts and hand them over to the logistics company to deliver them to Jin Tingting's home.
During dinner that evening, Lu Feng learned that sales of Weipuda TVs had been suppressed, with daily sales currently around 5,000 units, and the market had become a close contest.
He really didn't have much time to worry about home appliances anymore; his main focus now was on communications. In just over a month, Bird's sales surged, exceeding 50,000 units in a single month!
“Right now, Waveguide is on a very strong upward trajectory. Their production lines are expanding, and the problem of insufficient capacity will be resolved after the New Year. I heard that Hong Kong businessmen have helped them solve most of the problems!” The deputy general manager of the marketing department said to Lu Feng. “Moreover, the target set for this year is one million units!”
"One million units?"
Lu Feng took a drag of his cigarette. If he remembered correctly, the overall pager market in 1994 was only around four or five million units, most of which were dominated by manufacturers like Motorola and Panasonic. Bird's monthly sales had exceeded 50,000?
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