Return To 1990

The market is the most impartial teacher and will not favor anyone. Jiamei's food has begun to sweep the market, with huge profits. Some people have become second-hand dealers and sell to other blank markets to earn the difference.

A report by Ren Qianbo in the local economic daily brought an end to the battle between Jiamei and Wanyuan. Today, the market is turbulent and it has only awakened everyone. Everything is not over, and undercurrents are surging.

Gao Zhiwei went on a business trip to the next city, and planned to supply it as a general agent, so that the local local snakes could promote it. Lu Feng arrived at the factory on time at six o'clock every morning, and everyone was as busy as a **.

The entire factory personnel were sharpened, and another 40 or 50 people were recruited. Everything was going on in an orderly manner. In less than a week, the overwhelming Jiamei Foods can be seen in any canteen.

Competing among children, exchange of cards for gifts has become a trend in the school, and Ren Qianbo's Wanyuan Food suffered heavy losses.

The market share declined, and Ren Qianbo had no choice but to sell all his profits to terminal retailers. The losses began, and a large number of goods were distributed to occupy the market, and he ran newspapers, media, and TV advertisements, accusing and criticizing each other constantly.

A loss of more than 60,000 a day is unimaginable for a food factory with 300 employees. The competition is now on who has the deepest funds, crazy profits for the market, and a thorough money-spending operation.

Ren Qianbo intercepted Lu Feng's canned food business and made more than 200,000 yuan. In less than a week, he lost all of it, and the funds in his account became less and less.

He has two choices. First, he admits defeat, pays the employees and sells the factory, so he can continue to live prosperously. Second, he refuses to admit defeat, continues to burn money, and pours his savings into it. , This is a bottomless pit, and it is also the reason why many businessmen jump off the building as soon as the company goes bankrupt.

Business is another kind of gambling, betting on tomorrow, betting on hope, betting is to survive this wave and make big money.

As a boss surnamed Ma said many years later, today is cruel, tomorrow is more cruel, the day after tomorrow is beautiful, but most people died tomorrow night.

Mr. Huang was busy for a while, and the state-owned enterprises had a lot of meetings. After he was busy, he watched this fierce battle with great interest. When he saw Ren Qianbo smashed his savings into it, he wanted to fight Lu Feng. At that time, Mr. Huang had already seen the ending.

There are countless people behind Lu Feng. If he can illegally raise 1 million, he can raise 10 million, or even 100 million. Even if something goes wrong, it's a big deal.

Ren Qianbo is not burning money with Lu Feng, but with the people of the whole country. Apart from losing, he has no other choice.

Mr. Huang sighed, leaned on the chair, looked out the window, found snowflakes floating, and sighed inwardly that the snow fell a little early this year.

"Snowing!"

Datou stood in the corridor and knocked on the glass of Lu Feng's office. A smile appeared on his simple and honest face, as if the snow had made him very happy. Also, this time has been too depressing. The first thing to do when he comes home every day is to sleep. .

Lu Feng looked at the month card on the desk. On November 10th, he had long hair and long beard. His eyes were full of exhaustion. He was wearing a coat, and he had the aura of an old factory manager.

Now everyone in the factory is afraid whoever sees him. Lu Feng raised his head and said, "You have nothing to do when you are free? Why don't you stay at night to supervise production?"

The big head walked away sullenly.

The money on the desk was gone, Lu Feng opened the cabinet on the desk, it was almost empty, more than one million was almost burned, and the rebates for those who invested, now there are less than 400,000 left.

"There are 19 more days, and it's time to rebate." Lu Feng looked at the sparse snowflakes outside the window, and felt a little worried. If Ren Qianbo resisted for another month, it would be a thunderstorm.

"Can you handle it? The market can no longer hold you, so what's the point of taking money to subsidize it? Your era has passed, and I should be in charge of the era."

"You are just a door-to-door son-in-law, relying on the power of the old man to monopolize the market,

There is no competition, and you can live comfortably. You say you, if you put in a million or so, you will lose your pension money, right? "

"Don't resist, I don't want to be sentenced to life imprisonment, or else my conscience will be disturbed in this life."

Lu Feng stood at the door with the cigarette burning in his hand. As the saying goes, no snowflake is innocent when there is an avalanche. If Ren Qianbo struggles further, the avalanche will really happen! ! !

Wanyuan Food Factory, from 427 employees at its peak, to less than 100 now, only took 28 days!

Ren Qianbo was thin and his eyes were sunken. He was completely different from a month ago. The table in front of him was full of newspapers and various folders. His fingers were smoky yellow. I don't know how much he smoked.

"Mr. Ren, there is too much backlog, and the retail market can't get out. Our new products don't have the sales force of Camry. The most important thing is that we really can't burn money anymore."

Ren Qianbo sold his house and his car. In one month, he burned 1.26 million, turning him from a millionaire into a poor ghost.

"Where did he get so much money?"

Ren Qianbo slapped the table angrily. In this month, he had asked this sentence many times, but no one answered him.

give up?

He was not reconciled, and he cried like a child in his seat.

"Would you like to call him and negotiate, and we will separate the market." Liu Biao suggested.

Half a month ago, when Ren Qianbo didn't sell his house or car, he had already called and even cried on the phone, but in exchange for Lu Feng's cold words, the business does not believe in tears.

After a long while, Ren Qianbo stopped his tears and said, "Let me borrow some."

During this month, not to mention the business world, even ordinary people watched it lively. Every hawker knows that selling Wanyuan and Jiamei products is more profitable than selling anything. I don’t know how many people made a fortune because of it.

The most important thing is to sell Camry, which is very easy to sell. The local market is fierce and the profit is low, so it is pulled to the next city, and some people even help Camry promote its products across several cities.

At first, Lu Feng located three surrounding cities. With Gao Zhiwei busy in promotion, within a week, he found that seven or eight cities had their products, and the second dealers delivered the products.

When Gao Zhiwei told Lu Feng about this, the expression on his face was indescribably wonderful. He only thought of one product, Wahaha, when Wahaha launched it.

Lu Feng flipped through the ledger, thinking silently in his heart, the phone rang, picked up the phone and said, "Who is it?"

"Brother Lu, I'm President Chen, do you remember?" The voice on the other end of the phone was a little embarrassing.

"President Chen? Which Mr. Chen?" Lu Feng wondered.

"It's the Hong Leong Group. I had dinner with Mr. Huang of the Smelting Steel Group a few months ago."

Lu Feng remembered that this person had never contacted him since the last time he ate. He preferred Ren Qianbo and said, "Long time no see, what's the matter with Mr. Chen?"

"It's nothing, I've been paying attention to the things between the two of you recently. The fight is very fierce. What can't we sit down and talk about? Now it's a lose-lose situation. Starting tomorrow, set a profit point, everyone is the same." The old-fashioned Qiu Heng said on the other end of the phone.

"Go away! Stupid!"

After Lu Feng finished speaking, he hung up the phone.