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Gao Zhiwei is also in the market, and various wine tables are often mixed. Unlike Lu Feng, they will often contact each other if there is a prospect for cooperation. Even if they are not in this industry, they will continue to contact.

Lu Feng is different. If he targets a person, he will drain the interests of this person, and then discard it.

Facing such a boss, Gao Zhiwei was not afraid that it was fake. Sometimes he was very afraid that one day he would be useless to Lu Feng.

"Tomorrow, I will unload the goods in the warehouse earlier. The production efficiency is average these days. I will talk to Han Dong. Those who are messing around will let him get out. If they are too busy, they will recruit people." Lu Feng threw the cigarette butts away. In the wind, looking at Gao Zhiwei, he said, "We only have one month. You need to worry about the market."

"Do not worry!"

"Let's go, I'm riding slower, it's a little cold!" Lu Feng stepped on the motorcycle, turned the accelerator and galloped towards the factory.

Early the next morning, it was just dawn, and Lu Feng put on his clothes tiptoely, for fear of disturbing Jiang Xiaoyan.

Arriving at the factory, a large truck was already parked at the door, the door opened, Gao Zhiwei waved at the driver, and Lu Feng followed closely behind on a motorcycle: "It's very early to get up."

"I haven't slept well all night. Now is a critical time. I'm thinking, what if we can't kill Wanyuan?" Is it sold?"

"It's just Ren Qianbo." Lu Feng turned the accelerator and entered the factory, no more words.

After signing the bill of lading, the raw materials that used to be 2,000 yuan a day are now 50,000 yuan. These raw materials are processed into products, enough to cover the supply of the three surrounding cities in one day.

Half an hour later, the workers came to work and saw such a large carload of raw materials. It's just a life extension. According to the big head, there are only a few dollars left in the account.

Every day, Lu Feng pays for the goods himself, but suddenly there are so many goods today?

"Unload the goods first!" Lu Feng greeted everyone.

"Director, where do we get the money to buy the goods?" Han Dong ran to Lu Feng and asked.

"Han Dong, I don't have any money anymore. Last night, I dreamed of the God of Wealth. She is a goddess of wealth. She needs to have a good figure, bulge in the front and back, and wear very sexy clothes. She likes me, as long as I accompany her. She, she just gave me money, that's not it, I have money today." Lu Feng raised his eyebrows after speaking.

Han Dong's head was full of question marks, and after listening to it, a sentence came out of his mouth: "Are you kidding me?"

"Stop talking, hurry up and let people unload the goods." Lu Feng said and saw that Mr. Zuo had arrived, and walked over.

"Boss Lu is very early. This time, you have almost paid for the goods in my warehouse. With such a big truck every day, Wanyuan will have to run out of food."

"You have such a big industry, because you can't supply this amount of goods, so you're joking." Lu Feng said, "Enter the house, enter the house, and settle the bill for you."

When he entered the office, Mr. Zuo was also surprised to see a large pile of money on the desk, and said in surprise: "How do you put it on the table? Even if it can't fit in the safe, find a cabinet to put it in!"

"The two cabinets on the desk are full. The 50,000 promised yesterday, and the 50,000 that was purchased today, right!" Lu Feng picked out two large bundles from the money pile and handed them over, "It's exactly 100,000. Don't count?"

Mr. Zuo's total assets were much more than this amount of money, but he was still shocked to see such an arrogant scene in front of him. Lu Feng was sitting on his desk like a nouveau riche, with hundreds of thousands piled beside him.

"Mr. Lu, to be honest, I'm jealous." Zuo Weimin stared at the money and sighed: "Sure enough, the most profitable things are written in the criminal law, I'll go first, or I'm afraid I can't help but grab you."

Lu Feng laughed and sent Zuo Weimin out.

After having breakfast in the cafeteria, the temperature dropped today, it was a little colder than yesterday, and it was approaching zero degrees. Gao Zhiwei's dormitory had a stove, and Lu Feng ate and said, "Go to Mr. Gao's dormitory for a meeting after dinner.

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The big head looked at Lu Feng and said, "Brother Feng, I think you have been hiding a lot of things from me recently."

"I'll give you an explanation, don't worry!"

The dormitory was as warm as spring. After adding a few pieces of carbon to the stove, Lu Feng sat on the chair, glanced at everyone and said, "The factory has been established for almost 20 days, and these 20 days have gone through ups and downs. There are many things, now at a critical moment, whether to stand on the top of the tide and become a trend-setter, or just like a meteor passing by, depends on this time.”

"Brother Feng, we have no money." Datou whispered.

"There is money. I have also seen these few days. Some messy rumors are circulating in the factory. From today, in the production room, come to work on time, and smoking is prohibited. If anyone does not listen, let him pay wages and leave. Lu Feng stared at Han Dong and said solemnly, "If you can't handle it, I'll let you go."

When Han Dong heard this, he immediately said seriously: "Mr. Lu, don't worry, you can definitely handle it."

"Pay close attention to production and improve the efficiency. If there are not enough people, we will recruit people. If we can't produce 50,000 yuan of raw materials every day, I will ask you." Lu Feng pointed at Han Dong and said, "For so long, you have There are also several supervisors down there, so please make them all right, and if you make any mistakes, get out of here, you know."

"Know!"

"There are still sales issues." Lu Feng looked at Gao Zhiwei and said with a serious face: "The market is going to push it hard, don't tell me what to do, all I can give you is that the profit is absolutely zero, I don't make money, as for you How to sell it is your business, the markets in the three cities, the goods in the warehouse, if Director Wang, who is in charge of the warehouse, tells me that the goods can no longer be piled up, you will get out of here."

"I know!"

"Big head, there are a few days left, it's time to pay the salary, the accounts are all sorted out, and there are seven people in the finance department, don't make any mistakes, and coordinate all aspects. ."

Nodding their heads, they clearly felt that Lu Feng was serious, and the atmosphere in the room was a little depressing. This was definitely a last-ditch battle.

"Finally, let me say a few more words, I am a person who jokes with you on weekdays, and I don't treat myself like a boss, nor do I put on airs or play with you, but if anyone throws me off the chain during this time, Don't blame me for being rude, I'm telling you this, the battle horn has sounded, money is starting to burn, and we have no way out!"

"The meeting is over!" Lu Feng stood up and said, "Go back and hold a meeting for your department, understand?"

Everyone nodded and went out.

The news spread rapidly, and the business department notified the merchants immediately, and the merchants quickly made adjustments. Some people in the wholesale market even took the initiative to run errands for Jiamei, promote these products, and act as salesmen.

The orders came like snowflakes. The market was in a state of hunger before, but now it has turned to full horsepower production. In one morning, six people were fired, and the lazy state of mind of everyone was quickly rectified.

Batches of goods are packaged into the warehouse, and then the warehouse management orders the goods, the business department signs the bill, the financial confirmation and signature, the warehouse management signature, and the shipment is a set of processes that are closely matched.

It wasn't until the afternoon when the first batch of Camry's products entered the market and began to kill the Quartet, Ren Qianbo reacted and made a profit to the terminal market as soon as possible. Unfortunately, it was too late, and the profit was too small. profit.

Wanyuan's size is large, and he has lost about 100,000 yuan in profit before. These are all money. Ren Qianbo is distressed to death, and he hesitates when looking at the ledger.

"Can he afford it?" Ren Qianbo stared at Liu Biao and said, "Do you think he can afford it?"

Liu Biao sighed. It was too easy for Mr. Ren to get along in this industry. Relying on his father-in-law to eliminate his opponents effortlessly, it could be said that he was making money while lying down. In the face of wild animals like Lu Feng, he seemed so incompetent. combat power.

I don't dare to lose money, I just want to rely on means, the relationship will crush him to death, and now he is hesitant.

"I think if he dares to do it, he will definitely be able to afford the loss. Once the market is occupied, it will be difficult to get it back, and we still have to spend money. We can only follow the burn." Liu Biao suggested.

Ren Qianbo flipped through the ledger, his heart was bleeding, he smashed the ledger on the table and cursed, "I'm sick, now those middlemen are making crazy money and giving away money!"

Ren Qianbo sighed and said, "Reduce the profit to ten percent!"