No one knows what Lu Feng is planning to do. This model is also new to everyone. It will be a completely new path. It's not used in China because Lu Feng thinks it's too insidious.
Now that he's already abroad, he's all about making money and he's going to go all out.
The whole company sprang into action. The sales department was responsible for producing promotional leaflet samples, the marketing department was responsible for finding target audiences and booking hotels, and the purchasing department was responsible for buying eggs and other gifts.
Lu Feng returned to the state he was in during his startup phase, running from department to department and teaching people how to do things step by step.
Inside the marketing department, about twenty people sat at their workstations. Lu Feng stood at the front and addressed them, "Let's have a quick meeting. From today onwards, I am the president. Don't worry about the group headquarters or anything like that. It has absolutely nothing to do with this place, understand?"
"clear!!"
"When promoting it externally, exaggerate it: he started from scratch at 23, became a multi-millionaire at 24, and a billionaire at 25. Ask the group headquarters for some photos they've saved, photos of him with big shots on Wall Street, and some reports from major media outlets, and compile them into a collection!"
"The marketing department has another task today: first, go to the market to get a feel for what the local elderly people like," Lu Feng instructed.
"Then it's about renting cars. Remember one thing: we only rent expensive ones, like Bentleys and Rolls-Royces. Rent whatever you need. Don't skimp on the money. Make it a grand affair. Also, get everyone a suit and sunglasses made. That's all for now. Department manager, distribute the tasks."
The marketing department is busy. These things would be minor in China, but here they've kept us busy for two days. Yesterday, a young man was ripped off by a taxi driver. Even calling the police didn't help; he had to pay up.
After leaving the marketing department, Lu Feng went to the human resources department. Looking at the seven or eight people in front of him, he said, "Everyone, pause what you're doing. I have a few things to say. Now that we've settled in here, we're about to start doing business. We've been scammed quite a few times in the last two days because we're unfamiliar with the area, so we need to recruit some locals. With locals, it will be easier for people to trust us when we go out to do business."
"We're already conducting interviews today. As long as the salary is high, there are plenty of people willing to apply," the HR manager said.
"It can't be too high either!" Lu Feng said hurriedly.
"OK."
After leaving the HR department, I went downstairs to the sales department. Seven or eight people were gathered around the desk discussing the promotional flyers. How to design the flyers was a big problem, and they couldn't agree on what to emphasize.
"If the goal is to attract people, then we must focus on the prizes to get them to come."
"No, we should put President Lu up for the main publicity. Successful people only come when we give them gifts. Since we're giving them gifts, we're paying them to see what we want them to see."
“I think these are too flashy. We should find some local elements, otherwise it will look out of place. We can’t do things with a domestic mindset.”
A group of people were chattering and arguing endlessly, and no one could convince anyone else.
"What's all the noise about?" Lu Feng asked as he stepped forward.
The business manager was a man in his thirties who had previously served as a mid-level manager in the overseas business department, mainly responsible for overseas business liaison. When he saw Lu Feng arrive, he straightened up and said, "President Lu, we're discussing the design of the promotional leaflet. Everyone has a lot of opinions, and this is quite important, so we can't reach a conclusion right away."
"Can't even design a flyer?" Lu Feng frowned as he looked at everyone.
Most of these people are from talent reserve centers and have never actually worked. In addition, they are all top students, so they are all extremely arrogant and think they have enough knowledge about overseas countries.
In terms of design, they always wanted to create something high-end and sophisticated, catering to the overseas developed countries they had learned about from books. After listening to their ideas briefly, Lu Feng realized they were practically modern-day Zhao Kuo (a famous Chinese idiom referring to a foolish or ignorant person).
Lu Feng picked up some draft papers from the table, flipped through them a couple of times, and asked everyone, "What do you think are the differences between British old ladies and old ladies in China?"
A young man in his late twenties said, "The economy here is more developed, the social sciences are better, and life is more affluent. The elderly sunbathe and go to the beach, while the poorer ones go on budget travel."
Lu Feng squinted at these people. They seemed very willing to believe all of this, talking about freedom, the sea, and art in such lofty terms.
"You've met her? Or did you date this old lady?" Lu Feng asked, staring at the man.
Everyone burst into laughter.
"Let me tell you, the differences between people are very small. There's not much difference between old ladies abroad and old ladies in China. Rich old ladies in China have just as many hobbies as young people. It's just a matter of whether they have money or not. Our target is poor old ladies." Lu Feng said with a dark face, "You're talking about freedom and art with a poor, stingy old lady? Don't you think that's nonsense?"
“Mr. Lu, what I mean is, we should try to look as good as possible and be closer to their culture so that we can integrate better,” said a tall man next to him.
"Don't talk to me about culture. Get rid of that arrogance in your bones. I'm here to make money, not to promote culture. A penniless old lady, no matter how cultured, is no match for two ounces of beef. You need to know who you're dealing with. You're standing in a vegetable market, not in the Vienna Golden Hall," Lu Feng snapped at him.
The man stopped talking, but judging from his expression, he was very dissatisfied with what Lu Feng had said. He was only keeping quiet because of the pressure from Lu Feng's status.
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