"Is selling over four thousand units fast? For example, how long would it take to sell out a hundred or so units?" Lu Feng asked the group.
"It's not exactly easy to sell. Everyone's short on cash after the New Year. I used to sell a dozen or so pagers at a time, and they'd be gone in ten or fifteen days." The man sighed to Lu Feng as he smoked, "It's not like that anymore. I used to sell over five thousand of them, and I'd resell them for seven or eight hundred."
“Bird also makes pagers now.” Lu Feng had just finished speaking to the group when one of them interrupted him.
"No way! Let me tell you, I tried my hand at pagers when Bird first came out, but I was stuck with them because of their poor quality. To put it bluntly, people still care about the brand. I heard that some company recently spent 400 million to buy the technology and they're also making pagers."
"Jiafeng!"
"Yes, yes, I think it's going to be very difficult."
A man standing to the side kept staring at Lu Feng. He felt that the man looked familiar. When someone next to him mentioned Jiafeng Electronics, he immediately remembered him.
"You're Lu Feng from Jiafeng Electronics, right?" He became excited and grabbed Lu Feng's arm, saying, "I've seen you in the newspaper, I never expected to run into you here."
Lu Feng was recognized and could only smile and admit it. The crowd quickly gathered in his direction. Some came over to be polite, some wanted to talk to him, and some came to scold him.
Seeing that the scene was a bit chaotic, Lu Feng wanted to leave, so he said to the crowd, "Everyone, please make way. It's getting late, so please go about your business."
"What the hell are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to be making pagers? You've let Motorola mess things up like this, you piece of trash!" someone in the crowd cursed.
"You're here to buy pagers? Want to take them apart and see what's inside? If Jiafeng Electronics is so great, why don't they build one themselves? They spent four hundred million on what?"
The middle-aged man who had just been arguing with someone squeezed through the crowd. His face was flushed with anger, and white breath was coming out of his nostrils. He glared at Lu Feng and shouted, "You still have the nerve to come here? What are you doing here? Seeing how well others are selling? Where's the pager? You spent four hundred million, and what did you get?"
"The pagers are already in trial production." Lu Feng maintained his composure and said to everyone, "Please look forward to it, there will definitely be stock."
"If you have goods, then bring them out and sell them!"
"Bullshit! Jiafeng Electronics can't even produce pagers. It's a scam. They would have transferred 400 million yuan overseas long ago."
"So what if you produce it? You talk as if the quality can be improved. Jiafeng Electronics produces nothing but garbage. You've all read the newspapers, haven't you? They're grabbing land and making money everywhere, swindling people out of their money, and then they just transfer it overseas and go enjoy it."
"Our industry can't take off because of garbage companies like yours. Buying domestic products? Buy your ass!"
"Stop trying to fool us. The stuff you produce is just for fooling people in the rural-urban fringe areas. You have the nerve to come here and look at it? You're not worthy!"
Hearing the insults around him, Lu Feng's face turned ashen. He said in a deep voice, "Development takes time. Don't believe what some trashy media outlets say about me transferring 400 million yuan overseas. Jiaxun Communications will definitely make it through. It just takes time. Thank you for your understanding, and I hope you will continue to support domestic products."
"Supporting domestic products and you're still trying to rip me off?"
"I'm asking you, can you take down Motorola?" The middle-aged man glared angrily at Lu Feng and said, "Jiafeng claims to be so awesome, and Zhu Lidong brags about it all day long in the media. I'm asking you, can you bankrupt it next year?!"
Looking at his hysterical state, Lu Feng said, "Business is not a fight. It's not about knocking the other party down directly, nor is it about solving the problem by shouting angrily with your neck red..."
Someone in the audience burst into laughter, scoffing, "Even if you gave Jiafeng Electronics a hundred years, it still wouldn't be able to catch up."
Someone rushed up to Lu Feng, pointed at his face, and roared angrily, "Fuck your mother! I'll fuck your mother's ass!"
Lu Feng knew that there was no point in talking to these people. They were all in the heat of the moment and all they could do was curse. These three groups of people were divided into three groups: those who liked foreign products were mocking Jiafeng Electronics for being bad; those who had used domestic products were clamoring for Lu Feng to refund their money; and those who supported domestic products were cursing Lu Feng as a good-for-nothing.
Du Guoying helped push through the crowd and walk out. Lu Feng remained silent, not because he was particularly angry, but because he felt that this was the tragedy of three types of people.
An angry middle-aged man rushed over and questioned Lu Feng: "You said you needed time, how much time do you need? Look at those people, they're practically groveling before their foreign masters! I've been holding this grudge for years, always hoping for something from you, but all you know is making money. People say karma and retribution are inevitable, but where is their retribution? Why is it that every time I argue with someone, I'm the one who suffers the consequences!"
“I will work hard, and I hope you will too.” Lu Feng patted him on the shoulder and said, “As for those people, one day their sovereign will throw them off the plane they are fleeing.”
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