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Chapter 56 I still want to struggle

After everyone was seated, Gao Zhiwei went out and said a few words, and then under the warm applause, Lu Feng stepped out and stood in the front row. The first thing he did was to look at his watch.

"It's a great pleasure to meet you here. I'm short on time, so I won't talk nonsense. Our 1024 financial project is a national project. It is a [-]-month fundraising project for southern cities. The reason why we can give so much rebates , because it is in a hurry.”

Lu Feng cleared his throat, with neither sadness nor joy on his face, he said in a deep voice: "There is a lot of money needed, but the four big banks have settled a lot. People eat meat, and we eat soup. I also invested a lot. As for why I want to give it to everyone, because I am a local, my dad walked out from here, he told me that people should not forget their roots, I can feel that my soul is deeply rooted here, and I have to do something for the people here what."

Lu Feng choked up as he spoke, and talked about his father's deeds back then, being bullied outside, starting a business was not easy, and many elderly people who heard it wiped their tears.

"Okay, that's all for now, I'm leaving first." After Lu Feng finished speaking, he walked out from the door, turned around and went up to the second floor, leaving the rest to Gao Zhiwei.

An hour later, Gao Zhiwei entered the office, with a heavy bag in his hand, and said: "There are some old ladies who took out the coffin boards. When I signed the contract, I was thinking, if we are really liars, these people I'm afraid I won't be able to survive."

"Unfortunately, we are not!" Lu Feng took the bag over and asked, "How much?"

"Sixty-seven thousand!"

"So many?" Lu Feng was a little surprised and said, "That's a hundred thousand. When these people go back, they will spread the word to ten, and ten to a hundred. We really want money."

Gao Zhiwei lit a cigarette, nodded silently, seemed preoccupied, raised his eyelids to look at Lu Feng, and asked seriously: "Are you sure you will burn hundreds of thousands, and you can smash Ren Qianbo to death?"

"I'm sure!" Lu Feng said affirmatively, "Wanyuan Foods' profits for retailers have already been collected, so let's continue, you know?"

It was as if Lu Feng played a joke on the business world that had been silent for many years. Everyone was waiting to see the excitement, but it ended so suddenly, which made people not enjoy themselves enough.

As if nothing had happened, this former state-owned sugar factory and now Jiamei Foods became bleak again, as if it had lost its luster in the eyes of everyone, and then faded out of everyone's sight. I saw a pile of weeds in the yard.

Only one person is still paying attention, Mr. Huang, his driver Xiao Zhao is very sad, the first thing he thinks about every morning when he goes to work is whether the grandson who will replace him will come or not?

As the profits of Wanyuan Foods dropped, the retail bosses didn’t want to sell them anymore. Instead, the products of Jiamei Foods were not only selling very well, but also making huge profits.

After a few days, the supply has exceeded the demand, the shipment volume is small, and the market demand is relatively large. Lu Feng's phone calls continue every day, which is quite a canning workshop, and the market is slowly showing the prelude to a hot market.

Ren Qianbo took He Yanli out for a few days, now he doesn't need to avoid anyone, he takes it home when he wants to, drank wine for a few days, enjoyed it, and only realized something was wrong when he returned to the factory .

"Haven't closed down yet?" Ren Qianbo's voice raised several times.

"Why didn't you tell me? You didn't tell me about such a serious matter?"

Liu Biao hurriedly said: "Mr. Ren, calm down. It's a small matter. Their shipments are very small. They buy [-] yuan from Mr. Zuo every day. It won't be a big deal. I think you are very tired, so I didn't say anything." .”

Ren Qianbo felt a little flustered, and a very bad feeling lingered in his heart. According to his estimation, Lu Feng had absolutely no money in his account now. How could he continue to produce?
He picked up the phone and called Lu Feng immediately.

In Lu Feng's office, a large bundle of banknotes was taken out of the cabinet, and there was a large pile of contracts beside it. Seeing so much money, Lu Feng was still a little shocked, and asked; "How much is it?" ?”

"More than [-] million, and there are still people who want to invest in it today, [-] votes."

Lu Feng hurriedly waved his hand and said: "That's enough, I don't accept investment, I will send them money on the [-]st of next month, remember to have a receipt, we have to pay back all the money, not more than one point, not less one cent."

"Know!"

The two of them were just about to sort out the money when the phone rang. Lu Feng answered the phone and said, "Who is it?"

"I, Ren Qianbo, Boss Lu, you are running out of money. You are going to sell the machine and pay the employees. Why are you still producing? And the products on the market are still so profitable at the retail end? what do you mean?"

"Mr. Ren, don't be angry. I've been borrowing money to get by these days, so I managed to build a factory, right?" Lu Feng smiled, stretched out his hand to pat the pile of money that was half the height of a person, and said with a smile : "Brother, I still want to struggle."

"You lose money every day, why are you struggling?" Ren Qianbo on the other end of the phone said in a deep voice, "If you play tricks with me, be careful and I'll tell my brother directly, you can't even buy raw materials."

"Hahahaha!" Lu Feng laughed wildly, and said, "You can give it a try, I won't tell you anymore, I have something to do and I'm busy."

After that, I hung up the phone.

Ren Qianbo listened to the blind tone on the phone, his heart beat faster, and the bad feeling became more and more serious, but he couldn't figure it out, really couldn't figure it out.

He picked up the phone and called Mr. Zuo, but the line was busy.

Lu Feng sat on the boss chair, held the phone and said, "Mr. Zuo, let's have dinner together tonight and talk about some big business."

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, what big business can you talk about, hang up!"

"More than one million business."

Lu Feng listened to the phone and said, "Aren't you going to hang up?"

"Where did you get more than one million yuan? Are you bluffing me?"

"Yes, it's all in cash. Let's have a meal at Tianyue Hotel tonight. I'll treat you to abalone and lobster. On that day, Mr. Ren invited you to eat in the private room. The business is more than one million yuan. I'll wait for you!" After Lu Feng finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Lu Feng stood up to help arrange the money, looked at Gao Zhiwei and said, "It's time for you to do your old job. The raw materials will be in place tomorrow, and a large number of shipments will start the day after tomorrow. My request is that within one month, the three surrounding cities , We must destroy Wanyuan Foods, once he falls down, we will immediately reap the profits, and we must fill in the burned money within a month, otherwise the big head will have to go to jail."

Gao Zhiwei nodded and said don't worry.

Ren Qianbo called Mr. Zuo, and wanted to treat him to dinner at night, so that he could directly cut off Lu Feng's supply, and give him some benefits himself, so that he could directly snuff out his spark.

But Mr. Zuo refused, saying that he would have dinner with a big boss tonight, and another day.

Ren Qianbo suddenly felt that everything had changed in a few days, and there was a sense of suffocation in the air, which made him anxious.

(End of this chapter)