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Wei Yandan checked the goods and continued to store the goods here. Next, he needed to pull them back one by one, pull them back for secondary processing, and then store them here.

As long as you don't sell it for one day, there will be more than 400 yuan in storage costs every day. These are all money!

Back in the office, Zhao Yanran made a phone call and went out again. After a while in a restaurant, a man in his forties sat opposite.

"What's the matter? Are you still calling this?" the man said.

"Didn't I tell you a few days ago, help me with something, you can scan the tail for me in a few days, the price doesn't need to be too high, first give 100,000 yuan, if it doesn't work, give me 150,000 yuan ." Zhao Yanran ordered.

"What kind of stuff? It's so expensive?" the man said in surprise.

"One million in stock!"

"Even if it's a million-dollar item, it's a bit expensive!"

"It's a cost, not a defective product. You can make a profit, you know?"

"Don't worry, I see that you are about to make another windfall." The man took a bite of the dish and asked, "Is that the fool who bought two tons of wax oil?"

"Who else could it be?"

"Let me tell you, as soon as the news of the two tons of wax oil came out, I knew you were going to make it. You can run into this kind of injustice that you have never met in a thousand years, and you are also in the lead!"

The two looked at each other, clinked glasses, and said nothing.

After a few days of silence, the factory was busy again. The new management was very disciplined, and Jiang Xiaoyan suddenly found that she was no longer busy. The management was busy with all the things she was busy with before.

In the evening, Wei Yandan drove Jiang Xiaoyan back to the door of the villa and saw Lu Feng doing push-ups on the floor at the door.

"He's always so laid back." Jiang Xiaoyan muttered and got out of the car, feeling that she was always worried about her life.

Wei Yandan didn't think so. Instead, he thought that Lu Feng's state was a tension to control everything. When he was able to control everything, he would have a lot of free time, because he knew what to do when, and everything could be done with ease.

"Come back?" Lu Feng got up and wiped his sweat. "The meal is ready, sweet and sour pork ribs, steamed crab, and a turbot.

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"We processed two truckloads of goods today, and there was more than 10,000 storage fees, and I didn't earn a penny..."

"Okay, okay!" Seeing her pouting, Lu Feng hurriedly pushed her back and said, "Let's eat, Mr. Wei, come in and have a bite."

While eating, Jiang Xiaoyan said angrily about how Zhao Yanran was, and called Zhao Yanran in the afternoon. The two quarreled and kept blaming herself for being blind at the dinner table.

"Mr. Lu, those lipsticks are expected to be processed within five days, what should we do next?" Wei Yandan thought for a while, and then said, "Are we going to publicize this batch of lipsticks? They were salvaged, and after some hype, it caused looting. effect, sell it."

"You, it's very common to be in the market." Lu Feng commented on Wei Yandan's ability in the market, took a bite of the Turbot and said, "The effect of this level of marketing, marketing, and planning is absolutely mediocre. Because what you think about, others think about it, there is no shortage of smart people these days, there are too many."

Wei Yandan was a little nervous when she heard Lu Feng's comment, and hurriedly said, "I don't know much about the market, I am more in management, and I have also been in charge of market development for two years."

"Do you know anything about antiques?" Lu Feng asked casually.

"Antique?" Wei Yandan shook his head and said, "I have never touched these things, they are very expensive."

"Have you ever wondered why it's so expensive?"

"Because of scarcity!"

"Scarcity? How good is it to go to a museum and see how precious it is. Are these things a buyer's market or a seller's market?" Lu Feng asked rhetorically.

"It should be a buyer's market, the one with the higher price wins."

"For example, for an antique auction, three people like it, and these three people are the most competitive bidders, so can these three people reach a gentleman's agreement in private, they were going to spend 10 million to buy it, and the three people negotiated a price , 5 million, take it down first, watch it together, research it together, and then auction it again within the three people, so that, after making friends, you can cherish what you want for a while."

Wei Yandan thought for a while, then nodded and said, "Indeed, but the first condition is that the three of you know each other."

"No need to know, there is magic between rich people and rich people, and they will attract each other. Antiques themselves do not generate value, but more of historical and cultural heritage. There is a saying called golden antiques in troubled times, why can they be In today's situation, tens of millions of dollars have been auctioned, and there is demand for the market."

Lu Feng put down his chopsticks, spat out a fish bone from his mouth, looked at Wei Yandan and said, "Which market?"

Wei Yandan couldn't turn her head around, she smiled awkwardly and said, "I don't quite understand."

"There is no market for antiques, but there is a market for the price of antiques. A bottle will sell you 100,000 yuan. Would you buy it? You definitely won't buy it. If you ask an expert to interpret the bottle, and then find an auction house, in this Do you think it's worth 100,000 yuan after going around the operating agency and selling it for 100,000 yuan?"

Wei Yandan nodded.

"So, antiques are not valuable, but it is very valuable to make antiques valuable. Why is this valuable, because there is a market around the corner, a market you can't see, money laundering!" Lu Feng said with a smile.

Wei Yandan understands a little, but she doesn't fully understand, does this have something to do with the lipstick market?

"What did you say? Going around!" Jiang Xiaoyan was already listening with question marks on her face.

"Look, there is no market, and a market is just created. The antique model is actually a kind of marketing. There is no demand to create demand. Even if it is a self-entertainment market, as long as the bubble is big enough, there will always be fools rushing into it. , there is always a fool to take over!" Lu Feng leaned on the chair and said, "If there is no fool to take over, blow the foam bigger."

Wei Yandan's eyes lit up when she heard it, and her eyes changed when she looked at Lu Feng. This was really wonderful, and she couldn't help but say, "Mr. Lu, you mean to price antiques in this market, right?"

"right!"

The shock in Wei Yandan's heart is unparalleled. Before she held a meeting with the marketing department, several vice presidents boasted how good Zhu Lidong is in market development, especially some of the marketing methods are very brilliant.

At that time, Mr. Zhang said that Zhu Lidong was a piece of shit, and his tricks were not enough for Mr. Lu. If there must be a marketing genius in this world, she would only admit Lu Feng.

The scene was embarrassing for a while. Zhang Fengxia was the president, and it was difficult for those present to refute it, but everyone knew in their hearts that Lu Feng could not be better than Zhu Lidong because he specialized in surgery.

But now Wei Yandan believes without hesitation that Lu Feng is stronger than Zhu Lidong!

"What about tomorrow?" Wei Yandan asked.

"Let's process the lipstick first, then rent a counter to sell it, and then find a few nurseries to create a false impression of market demand." Lu Feng lit a cigarette and said, "When this batch is sold out, I will go back to the company. Well, I should go back too."

"OK!"

After Wei Yandan left, Jiang Xiaoyan looked at him and said, "What did you just say?"

"It's nothing, take a shower and sleep."

"Go to bed at this time."

"It's good to rest early, it will help with pregnancy." Lu Feng said with a smile.

The next morning, it was business as usual in the factory, batches of goods were processed again, the Dior logo was engraved on the lipstick stick, and English was printed on the plastic wrapping paper.

At ten o'clock in the morning, a Honda car stopped at the entrance of the factory, and a man in his forties walked down, wearing a loose suit and carrying a leather bag in his hand, and glanced at the sign at the entrance of the factory.

He walked to the door and tapped the door with his hand.

"Is there anyone? Open the door!!"

The uncle of the concierge opened the window and stuck his head out.

"Yo, there's a doorman, go tell your bosses, and say that the God of Wealth is here, come out to meet him." The man's face was extremely arrogant, he casually put the bag under his arm, and took out a bag from his pocket. China lighted one.

"Which God of Wealth?"

"Just say, I'm here to buy you, bring money, buy your goods, or you can open the door and let me in." The man took a cigarette and said, "I tell you, if you put The boss's business has been delayed, and he can probably beat you to the streets from here."

The uncle didn't see him as an ordinary person. The small factory didn't have so many rules, so he opened the door and let him in. He pointed to a row of old houses on the left and said, "That's the office!"

The man took eight-character steps, walked over with arrogance on his face, glanced at someone in the general manager's office, and pushed open the door with his hand.

"Who are you?" Wei Yandan looked at this man and wondered, "Don't you know if you came in and knocked on the door?"

The man ignored her and sat on the sofa to himself, putting his purse aside and smoking a cigarette with Erlang's legs crossed.

"I advise you to be more polite to me, or else I will leave in a while, and you have to kneel down and beg me not to leave." The man said arrogantly.

"Who are you?"

"I heard that you have a batch of end products? I've been collecting the end products of lipsticks recently. I'm very interested in the batch in your hands. I heard that there are still a lot of them. Well, I can give you this number!" The man put out a fist.

"Oh, I see." Wei Yandan reacted and said, "It seems you are right, I can't let you go."

"I said it all, pay attention to your words, I am also a happy person, I will give you the highest price, 100,000 yuan!"

Wei Yandan sneered: "I won't let you go, you're going too slowly, I have to let you get out, get out of here, who told you that I have leftovers? We don't have leftovers."

"what?"

"The price can be negotiated. Well, 130,000. I'll take a look at the goods. If it doesn't work, I can still raise it a bit more."

"I told you to get out, didn't you hear me?" Wei Yandan stood up and went out the door, calling a few five-five and three-rough workers toward the office next to him, and said solemnly, "Help him get out!"

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