Return To 1990

After nine o'clock in the evening, everyone began to breathe heavily. For today's people, going to bed after ten o'clock in the evening means staying up late.

Families with TVs basically fall asleep after watching the two-episode series at night. In rural areas, those lacking entertainment activities and those without TVs often fall asleep at eight o'clock in the evening.

Today's families have so many children, which is mainly directly related to the lack of entertainment at night.

Lu Feng stretched his waist, put on his slippers, and said to Jiang Xiaoyan, "Don't watch, go to sleep."

Back in the room, the two lay down, Jiang Xiaoyan couldn't sleep, glanced at Lu Feng who was confused beside him, and whispered, "My mother said she found me an old Chinese doctor."

"Don't take it to your heart, don't think too much, you will go back after the New Year, and I have told you that if you have not come back, you insist on coming back, and you will not be happy for yourself, sleep!"

After Lu Feng finished speaking, he turned over, facing Jiang Xiaoyan, with one leg on her body, and one arm wrapped tightly around her.

Jiang Xiaoyan shrank back slightly and leaned halfway into his arms, feeling very happy. She never thought that how much money could make her happy, she just thought that this man was really good, maybe this is the so-called little comfort.

The next morning, woken up by the sound of firecrackers, the children changed into new clothes and had fun everywhere in groups. The air was filled with the smell of fireworks.

When I opened the curtains, it was already a white world outside. Looking out, the roofs were covered with thick snow, which looked soft, giving people the feeling of a fairy tale world.

Some children got the lucky money in advance, and they rushed to the canteen or the supply and marketing cooperative as soon as possible. These few days are definitely the time for them to indulge.

"Buy that....that bean." A child pointed at the product above, confident.

Seven or eight children turned into big money, ready to sweep the supermarket to show their super purchasing power.

"What is that?" One of the children saw a small black bag on the shelf. It was too conspicuous. Compared with the red and yellow packaging bags around, it looked like a cool young master.

"Well, the goods just arrived, instant noodles, said to be chocolate instant noodles, but they are delicious." The boss of the supply and marketing cooperative was promoting.

"I want one of that, how much is it?" the child asked, looking at the money in his hand, for fear that it would not be enough, showing his timidity!

"Two cents!"

"Let me tell you, this bag can be used for money. It seems like a bag is worth a few cents, and it can be changed, but don't throw it away after you eat it, and save it up."

The child took a bag of small dots and tore it apart. All the children gathered around and saw a black dough.

"Like charcoal, hahahaha!"

"Is it delicious?"

"Give me a bite."

"I also want!"

In an instant, four or five small hands stretched out and curled their fingers, forming a small pit in the palm of their hand, which looked like they were begging for food.

The noodle cake was originally not big. One piece was broken, another one was a little, and the child finally took a small bite, chewing it in the mouth, it was crisp and crunchy, and the more chewed it, the more fragrant it became.

"I'll have another bag. I want that little one."

"Two bags can top the money, add thirty cents for two bags."

This scene has been staged in many canteens and supply and marketing cooperatives. Children who originally wanted to eat other instant noodles turned to this little one. The portion was too small. After just two bites, it was gone. They bought it again, and then chewed two more bites.

On New Year's Eve, more than half of the previously produced products have been sold by the data returned by terminal sales, and buyers are still in an endless stream.

According to the parents' words, this stuff is addictive, it doesn't give you a chance to eat it, and the greedy worm is hooked, and it's gone.

In the Jiamei Food Factory, Gao Zhiwei received one phone call after another, and his face almost burst into laughter. Although he had always trusted Lu Feng and had confidence in this product, it was a precursor to such a boom.

It still made him overjoyed.

Pushing open the door of the office, Gao Zhiwei shouted towards Director Li's office: "Director Li, go buy a cannon, fire it for me, inform the cafeteria, give everyone a good meal at night, work harder and continue production!"

The sound of firecrackers seemed to be insufficient to express Gao Zhiwei's joy. He asked someone to pull out the gongs and drums in the warehouse, tied a red ribbon to himself, and led the group of Vice President Ding and Director Li to the employees in the snow. Twisted Yangko.

Excitement, excitement, hope, and the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year, everyone's emotions are very high, all of which indicate that the Year of the Rooster is destined to be a good year.

Nine factories, nearly 60,000 employees, produce 24 hours a day, with a daily output of up to 200,000 boxes, each box of 50 packs of small and simple noodles. According to this trend, 200,000 boxes should be sold every day. no problem.

The single-day sales are 2 million, and the monthly sales are 60 million. The sales of a single product has broken the monthly sales data of 30 million maintained by Gao Zhiwei in the summer.

However, Xiaobudian's profit is almost zero, and even because of door-to-door delivery, overtime pay during the Chinese New Year and other reasons, it is subsidized.

These are not important, the market is the most important, as long as the market is captured, it is only a matter of time before making money.

Gao Zhiwei did a simple calculation in the office, his hands trembling looking at the data above.

"What is this? This is God, when will I be able to have half of his abilities? I...I will also find an electronics company to play with." Gao Zhiwei sighed deeply, feeling in his heart that some people are destined It is an existence for another group of people to look up to.

He immediately informed the other shareholders of the board of directors.

"Mr. Gao, you can't calculate like this. If you produce 200,000 boxes a day, you can sell 200,000 boxes. It's not sold out yet. The market is changing rapidly. You must be in awe, but Mr. Lu is indeed capable. You learn more, this product can recover some of the decline, I hope you will make persistent efforts this year and have a good New Year."

"I think it can be done. In the past few days, the market has responded very well. I have confidence in President Lu." Gao Zhiwei said.

"It's good to be confident, let's do this first, I'm going to eat dumplings." The other side hung up the phone after saying that.

Gao Zhiwei put down the phone and went to the production workshop for the first time. His most important task now is to ensure smooth production.

Although it is New Year's Eve in the capital, there are still a lot of parties here. What is the purpose of coming to the capital? It's just for relationships, the presidents of major banks, and the heads of various domestic and foreign financial institutions.

Zhou Zongyi and others have participated in many activities recently, and have met many people, and there are countless people who want to invest in them.

A man in his thirties hurried into the banquet hall, walked over to President Zhou, and whispered, "Jiamei Foods has launched a new product, which should be made by President Lu, and the distributor will report back below. The news said that they have stopped production of other products, focusing on this one, and the end market sales are good.”

Mr. Zhou drank a little, waved his hand and said: "Jiamei Food, withered bones in the tomb, I tell you, it is useless for him to call the Daluo Immortal. We just talked with a few bosses about the current situation, next summer. This is the turning point, when Jiamei Food's market share will shrink to less than 20 percent."

"No, Mr. Zhou..."

"Don't tell me that, the New Year's Eve, haven't you seen drinking?" Mr. Zhou was a little angry, why is this person so blind?

The man said sorry and walked out.

Mr. Zhou picked up the wine glass, and a man in his 40s and 50s joked next to him: "Helps the wine glass, eats dumplings, and holds the elder sister-in-law in his arms..."

"Hahahahahaha."

"Happy New Year, Happy New Year!"

There was a peaceful atmosphere there.

At noon, Lu Feng's family was having a meal. Several juniors gave New Year's greetings to their elders. Lu Feng's mother also prepared a lot of red envelopes. The more red envelopes were sent, the more uncomfortable they felt.

All the money was given to the eldest grandson and nephew of other people's families, and my own family didn't even have anyone. Lu Feng's father told her last night, don't mention it.

But the old lady always felt unhappy in her heart.

"After sending out the red envelopes, let's eat." Lu Feng said to his mother.

"I don't feel well in my stomach. You can eat. I'll go back to the house to rest for a while." Lu Feng's mother said and walked upstairs.

"She has a stomach ailment. Let's eat." Lu Feng's father hurriedly stood up to smooth things out.

Jiang Xiaoyan's heart is more sensitive, sitting there without saying a word, Lu Feng took a dumpling for her, and sat there to eat a small bite, obviously something in her heart.

"Dad, I'm going back with my mother tomorrow. I'll clean up the house and go back to my mother's house in the second day of junior high." Jiang Xiaoyan said, and she decided to go back to see the old doctor.

In Shenzhen, as a relatively front-end open environment, for Jiang Xiaoyan, there is not so much pressure, but since her return, the pressure exerted on her by the two families has become overwhelming.

Some things cannot be avoided!

"Oh, okay, my mother-in-law, you can eat it too." Lu Feng's father said politely, "When you go back, take some meat and fruits, take some, and buy a lot, but you can't eat them."

Everyone was polite, this meal was not as pleasant as imagined.

..........

A truck after truck of goods has been launched from the major Jiamei food factories. In the Spring Festival, a festival of peaceful lights, a feat of sweeping the market is about to kick off.

At any time, you must maintain 100% vigilance against the market, and even more so on your business opponents. Once you relax, they may give you a fatal blow.

After one day, some grocery stores were out of stock. The boss tried to call the dealer, but he didn't expect a call. On this day, the other party actually said that the goods would be delivered in two hours.

This kind of speed is incomprehensible to the current supply and marketing cooperatives. An hour and a half later, a delivery truck drove into the town, opened the door, and pulled a car of Xiaobudian simply noodle inside.

"How many boxes do you want? I'll put it here for you, and I have to go to other places for delivery." The driver shouted to the boss in the room.

"It sells well, keep some more and put ten boxes." The proprietress walked out and joked: "You are here to make money, and you can't pass the year?"

"You give a lot of money, what years to pass, every year, but this money is not necessarily, let's go!"

The driver greeted him, opened the door and got into the car, and stepped out of town with a kick of the accelerator.

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