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Chapter 483 Jiang Xiaoyan's Pressure
After nine o'clock in the evening, everyone began to breathe heavily. For people nowadays, going to bed after ten o'clock in the evening means staying up late.

Families with TV basically go to bed after watching two episodes of TV series in the evening. In rural areas, there is a lack of entertainment and no TV, and many of them have already fallen asleep at [-] o'clock in the evening.

Today's families have so many children, which is mainly 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 bed."

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

"Don't take it to heart, don't think too much, I'll go back after the new year, I told you, if you don't come back, you insist on coming back, make yourself unhappy, sleep!"

After Lu Feng finished speaking, he turned over and faced Jiang Xiaoyan, put one leg on her body, and hugged her tightly with one arm.

Jiang Xiaoyan shrank back slightly, leaning half in his arms, feeling very happy in her heart, she never thought how much money could make her happy, she just felt that this man was really nice, maybe this is the so-called little comfort.

Early the next morning, they were woken up by the sound of firecrackers. The children put on new clothes and had fun everywhere. The air was filled with the smell of fireworks.

Open the curtains, the outside is already a white world, looking away, the roofs are covered with thick snow, which looks soft, giving people the feeling of a fairy tale world.

Some children got the New Year's money in advance, so they rushed to the canteen or supply and marketing cooperatives immediately. These few days are definitely their indulgent moments.

"Buy that and that bean." A child pointed to the products above with confidence.

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

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

"Well, the goods just delivered, instant noodles, said to be chocolate instant noodles, are delicious." The boss of the supply and marketing cooperative was selling the goods delivered yesterday, and the profit per piece was two or three yuan higher than other instant noodles.

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

"Let me tell you, this bag can be used for money. It seems that a bag is worth a few cents, and it can be exchanged. But don't throw it away after eating, save it."

The child took a package of small cakes and tore them open. All the children gathered around and saw a black pancake.

"Like charcoal, hahahaha!"

"Is it delicious?"

"Give me a bite."

"I also want!"

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

The noodle cakes were not big at first, so I broke off a piece of it and asked for a little bit of that one. In the end, the child took a small bite, and it was crisp and crunchy in his mouth, and the more he chewed, the more delicious it became.

"I'll have another bag for the little one."

"Two bags are worth the money. Add [-] cents for two bags."

This scene was played out in many canteens and supply and marketing cooperatives. Children who originally wanted to eat other instant noodles all turned to this small one. The portion was too small, and they were gone after two bites.

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

According to the parents' words, this thing is addictive, and it doesn't give you a chance to enjoy it. As soon as the glutton hooks it, it's gone.

In the Jiamei Food Factory, Gao Zhiwei received one call after another, his face almost bursting into laughter. Although he had always trusted Lu Feng and had confidence in this product, such a hot sign was still not enough. Let him be overjoyed.

Pushing open the door of the office, Gao Zhiwei shouted towards Director Li's office: "Director Li, go buy cannons, set off the cannons for me, notify the cafeteria, and give everyone something to eat in the evening. Work harder and continue production!"

The sound of firecrackers seemed not enough to express Gao Zhiwei's joy. He asked someone to pull out the gongs and drums in the warehouse, tied a red ribbon on himself, and led Vice President Ding and Factory Manager Li to give the employees a warm welcome in the snow. Twist the yangko.

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

Nine factories, nearly [-] employees, produce [-] hours a day, with a daily output of up to [-] boxes, and each box has [-] packs of small crispy noodles. According to this trend, the daily sales of [-] boxes should be no problem.

A single day's sales of [-] million, [-] million per month, the sales of a single product broke the [-] million monthly sales figure Gao Zhiwei kept in the summer.

However, the profit of the little one is almost zero, and even because of the door-to-door delivery and the overtime pay for the Chinese New Year, the money is paid back.

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

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

"What is this? This is God. When can I have half of his ability, I will also set up an electronic company for fun." Gao Zhiwei sighed, feeling in his heart, some people are destined to let another group of people come look up to the existence.

He immediately told the other shareholders of the board of directors about it.

"Mr. Gao, you can't calculate like this. If you produce [-] boxes a day, you can sell [-] boxes. It's not sold out yet. The market is changing rapidly, so you have to be in awe. However, Mr. Lu is indeed capable. If you learn more, this product will restore some of the decline, I hope you will continue to work hard this year, and have a happy new year."

"I think it will definitely work. The market has responded very well to the past few days. I have confidence in Mr. Lu." Gao Zhiwei said.

"It's good to have confidence, let's do this first, I'm going to eat dumplings." The other party hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

Gao Zhiwei put down the phone and went to the production workshop immediately without caring about other things. His most important task now is to ensure smooth production.

In the capital, although it is New Year's Eve, there are still a lot of various parties here. The reason for coming to the capital is for relationships, the presidents of major banks, and the heads of various domestic and foreign financial institutions.

Mr. Zhou and his group have participated in many activities recently, and 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 up to Mr. Zhou, and said in a low voice, "Jiamei Foods has launched a new product, which should be made by Mr. Lu. The following distributors reported back. According to the news, they have discontinued the production of other products, focusing on this one, and the sales in the terminal market are good.”

Mr. Zhou got a little drunk, waved his hands and said, "Jiamei Foods, the dead bone in the tomb, let me tell you, it's useless even if he calls the Daluo Immortal. We just chatted with the bosses about the current situation. Next summer This is the turning point, and Jiamei Foods’ market share will shrink to less than [-] percent.”

"No, Mr. Zhou..."

"Don't tell me that, you're celebrating Chinese New Year, haven't you seen drinking?" Boss Zhou was a little angry, why is this man so blank?

The man said sorry and walked out.

Mr. Zhou picked up the wine glass, and a [-]-[-]-year-old man next to him teased: "Hold the wine glass, eat dumplings, and hold my sister-in-law in my arms."

"Hahahahahaha."

"Happy New Year, Happy New Year!"

There was a peaceful atmosphere at the scene.

At noon, Lu Feng's family had a meal, and the juniors paid New Year's greetings to the elders. Lu Feng's mother also prepared a lot of red envelopes, and the more they sent them, the more uncomfortable they felt.

The money was given to other people's grandsons and nephews, and there is no one in my own family. Lu Feng's father told her last night, don't mention it.

But the old lady always felt unhappy.

"After handing 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 and rest for a while." Lu Feng's mother walked upstairs while talking.

"She has a stomach problem, let's eat." Lu Feng's father hurriedly stood up to smooth things over.

Jiang Xiaoyan's heart was rather sensitive, so she sat there without saying a word, Lu Feng made her a dumpling, and sat there eating small bites, obviously something was on her mind.

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

In Shenzhen, as a relatively front-end open environment, Jiang Xiaoyan didn't have that much pressure, but since she came back, the pressure put on her by the two families couldn't breathe.

There are some things that cannot be avoided!
"Oh, okay, mother-in-law, you can eat too." Lu Feng's father said politely: "When you go back, take some meat and fruit, take some, buy a lot, but you can't eat it."

Everyone was polite, and the meal was not as enjoyable as imagined.

Carloads of goods drove out from the major Jiamei food factories. In the Spring Festival, a festival of auspicious lights and thousands of lights, a feat of sweeping the market is about to kick off.

At any time, you must maintain [-]% vigilance against the market, and you must keep an eye on your business opponents. Once you relax, the opponent may give you a fatal blow.

After one day, some canteens were sold out. The boss tried to call the dealer, but he did not 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 beyond the comprehension of the current supply and marketing cooperatives. An hour and a half later, a delivery truck drove into the town, opened the door, and slowly pulled a cart of small crispy noodles inside.

"How many boxes do you want? I'll put it here for you, and I have to deliver it elsewhere." The driver shouted at the boss in the house.

"It's selling well, save some more, let's put ten boxes." The proprietress came out and teased: "You are here to make money, and you can't live through the years?"

"There is a lot of money given, what year will it be, the year can be passed every year, the money is not guaranteed, let's go!"

The driver gave a hello, opened the door and got in the car, kicked the accelerator and left the town.

(End of this chapter)