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Chapter 520 Attack of the Pirated Army
Lu Feng was very helpless watching her bursting into tears. Every executive has his own needs, some want employee equity, some want a high annual salary, and some hope to manage a department alone without other people intervening. Lu Feng was satisfied with everything, but when facing Zhang Fengxia, he didn't know what to do to keep her.

They talked about a lot of things in life, but Jiang Xiaoyan was the one who talked the most, and Zhang Fengxia persuaded him to go out for a while.

The new factory area is in continuous rotation, people change shifts, and the machines don't stop. At six o'clock in the evening, the factory manager received a phone call to change the three shifts to one shift. As long as the inventory reaches the red line mark, production will be stopped immediately.

Upon receiving this news, the management of the factory area was completely dumbfounded. They didn't know why such a big order was issued under such a hot sales situation.

In the factory manager's office, a group of managers gathered together and smoked. A middle-aged man with a crew cut was sitting on a chair with a gloomy and frightening expression.

"What's the situation? Sudden reduction in production, the supply in the market is in short supply, and there are so many people calling me these days wanting to get the goods!"

"That's right, the brains above are all sick!"

"Before I came to this factory, I said that Jiafeng Electronics is notorious in the industry. The top management is a pig's brain. The boss is always a relational account. Such a hard backstage is useless enough to survive today."

"Factory manager, if production is stopped, will overtime pay be paid? How will our wages be calculated?"

"Okay, okay, I'll make a phone call to ask, I can't get one shift left, can I ask if I can keep two shifts, the warehouse is still empty now." The factory manager called the higher-ups while talking.

"Vice President Yan, our production..."

Ten minutes later, Vice President Yan knocked on the door of Zhang Fengxia's office and asked: "Mr. Zhang, there is no stock in the warehouse, and the workers also want to work more overtime. Three shifts will work one shift, and two shifts will work. Ok?"

Zhang Fengxia raised her head and stared at Vice President Yan with sharp eyes, and shouted: "Are you bargaining with me? Do you know what execution is? I didn't make it clear enough. Production will be in one shift before the inventory reaches the red line, and production will be stopped after reaching the red line. Execution is fine. There is no need to think about this kind of thing in the factory!"

"okay, I get it."

"Who asked you to come?" Zhang Fengxia stopped him and asked, "The people in the factory asked you to ask?"

"No, they just reflect the situation, that is, the market..."

"What about the market? They understand the market? Then what do you need the marketing department to do? The new factory area has recruited a lot of new management, don't bring me some stinky problems, and you still come to ask me?" Zhang Fengxia's face became more and more serious. The uglier you look, shouted: "Deduct half a month's salary from you, and fire the new factory manager!"

"No, Mr. Zhang..."

When Vice President Yan saw Zhang Fengxia looking at him, he didn't dare to speak immediately. If he continued, he would be fired, so he nodded hurriedly and went out.

Walking out of the office, the back of the sweat was covered with cold sweat. He had not been a vice president for a long time, and he felt that he would not last long. He secretly scolded the director of the new factory area, this is not cheating himself.

Under the night, one car after another of VCDs sped away from the major factories. In just a dozen days of production and stocking, huge profits spurred the strongest productivity of capital.

Everyone was full of energy, wanting to make a fortune in this new technological explosion, and the young people who were at the dinner before unloaded their goods at night.

He spent more than half of his family fortune on the purchase of motherboards, bought some cheap accessories for assembly, set up a small workshop, and found seven or eight workers. He could complete the assembly within two days, and the cost was less than three Thousands of dollars, selling one is a profit of four or five hundred.

The young man had never done much work. After moving a hundred VCD motherboards, his forehead was sweating. He raised his head to look at the stars in the sky, and cheered himself up, saying, "Come on, life is about struggle, today's hard work , Tomorrow I will confidently stand on the stage and speak out, paying tribute to idols!"

After speaking, he looked at the motherboard in the workshop and the cheap supporting plastic cases piled up on the side, feeling an indescribable sense of accomplishment in his heart, the first time he started a business in his life.

Under the night, the newspaper office was correcting the news typesetting. A middle-aged man wearing glasses gave off a serious feeling. Looking at the headlines in front of him, he saw: Lu Feng, a man standing on the altar.

"When will we become like this?" The middle-aged man stretched, with a smile on his face, and said to the person next to him.

"Don't think about it if you have no power or power, but this Lu Feng is quite young, so how do you spend so much money?" A young man next to him slammed his mouth and said.

"Do you think that a piece of clothing costs a thousand yuan, and a pair of leather shoes costs a few hundred. Who are you selling it to? These people buy it. They learn the way. You are just here, and our unit is not bad, as long as it is stable." The man patted the young man on the shoulder. Said: "No problem, let's print it."

Bian Xuedao stood up and said: "Okay, we are doing well, even if the night shift is exhausting people, I don't know how long it will last..."

Nowadays, many media like to enshrine gods. The last man who was enshrined as a god was Mr. Mou. The newspaper media exploded in the 90s, and various private media appeared in large numbers, and the competition in news content was extremely fierce.

The next day, early in the morning, the major electrical stores opened, and every store owner was full of confidence, welcoming the new day to rush to buy. Today's supply is definitely enough, and they pushed out the sign of 'new stock has arrived'.

After Lu Feng woke up and finished his meal, a stack of newspapers was placed on the table, and one of the small newspapers was placed on top, with the title "Lu Feng Standing on the Altar".

Zhang Fengxia was eating, looking at the newspaper and having fun, and said: "Is it necessary to confess you in the future? This newspaper is too exaggerated, saying that you are the first person in the ages, let me read it to you, Mr. Lu Feng He has a plump face and a look of wealth. Through the comparison of pictures, we found that he is very similar to the ancient rich man Shen Wansan, and he is expected to become the new God of Wealth in many years. Hahahaha."

Lu Feng couldn't listen anymore. He introduced a bunch of experiences that he had imagined before, such as sleeping in a cowshed, having to eat, accumulating step by step and finally becoming famous.

"These newspapers have worked hard to sell them." Lu Feng said with a wry smile.

I'm done with all the busy work ahead, but I don't have anything to do today. After dinner, I read the newspaper, call Jiang Xiaoyan, and chat.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the rush to buy started. The buyers first went to the various counters of Golden Leopard, and then heard that there were cheaper prices nearby, and began to compare.

In the past, due to the tight supply of goods, it gave customers a feeling that they could not think about it. As long as they hesitated, they would be bought by others. Now that the supply of goods is sufficient at all major counters, they are not in a hurry.

This is a bad start, there are more goods than people, and the extra is not a star.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, all major companies received a message that the production of Jiafeng Electronics' new factory had been reduced by two-thirds. Li Quanliang was in a good mood when he heard the news.

Lu Feng was obviously still aware of the imminent danger, and wanted to step on the brakes, but it was too late.

The cost of [-] million yuan plus the investment in the new factory area is too high. As long as the sales of VCDs plummet, it will completely bring down Jiafeng Electronics.

Mr. Zheng was even more excited when he heard the news. Success is just around the corner. No matter how he develops, he will succeed. Other factories are afraid of Jiafeng Electronics.

If the Golden Leopard takes a step back, they can take a step forward, which is a good start!
At noon, Lu Feng didn't eat, and went directly to the legal department. There were only a dozen people in the legal department before, and they were mainly responsible for contract drafting and legal risks.

Last time Lu Feng said that he wanted to expand the legal team. With the budget in place, there are already more than [-] lawyers sitting in the office.

Most of these lawyers were recruited temporarily, and Lu Feng could only beg that there should not be a lawyer like 'Zhang Wei' among this group of people.

"During this period of time, everyone has just one task, to search for all kinds of pirated and infringing VCDs in the market, find the location of the factory, and then sue for compensation. As long as there is no jurisdiction, file a lawsuit in the city's court."

"I have only one request, that is, if you can sue for bankruptcy, don't treat me lightly. If you can't sue for bankruptcy, ask the local industry and commerce bureau to fine and seal it up on the grounds of infringement." Lu Feng looked at them and said in a deep voice: "I know that many of you belong to law firms. I don't value the compensation so much. If you get three to seven points, you get three. If you sue him for one million, I'll give you three hundred thousand."

There was applause at the scene, and everyone became excited. This is a big job. Pirated VCDs are rampant in the market now. Any manufacturer doesn't have assets worth several million?

At one o'clock at noon, the sales volume of Golden Leopard VCD was less than half of yesterday's. The competition in the Electric City was unprecedentedly fierce.

Some merchants have too many overstocked goods and need to pay back as soon as possible. Seeing that the situation is wrong, they immediately cut prices. In a small market in the electrical city, the first wave of vicious competition was formed, and the market began to collapse.

"VCD! VCD, only three thousand four hundred and five, miss today, regret a year!"

"Buy a VCD? Come, come, I have it. It's cheap. Let's do an event today."

Not only in the Electric City, but the young man last night assembled twenty-five VCDs in the morning. He doesn't have a store, so he set up a stall next to the Electric City.

When the things were placed, I thought they could be sold at a price of three thousand and four, but no one passed by even looked at them.

A few days ago, the users were concentrated, and those in need would rush to the Golden Leopard counter, resulting in a hard-to-find scene. Today, everyone has taken out the goods, and there are many various sales channels, and the users are diverted. .

As Lu Feng said, the current VCD market is less than [-]% of video tapes, and it will take time to expand the market.

For the young man's first business, he stood at the gate of the electric appliance city and sold for two hours. His mood completely collapsed, and he pulled a person and asked, "Brother, do you want to see the VCD? These are all products from the manufacturer. They are cheap. Qiansitai belongs to the Golden Leopard."

"One of them is fifty yuan more expensive than yours. It won't work when you go back. Who can I go to?" The eldest brother turned his head and was about to leave.

"If you buy it honestly, I can make it a hundred or three thousand three thousand cheaper. How about making friends?" The young man was anxious.

A trading principle he doesn't understand, when the price bottom line is easily broken down, it means there is no bottom line!

The eldest brother left, and the young man looked at the shops around him. Those shop assistants stood on the street and pulled people. The market changed overnight, from a seller's market to a buyer's market.

Piracy army has struck!

(End of this chapter)