Return To 1990

After dinner, everyone was busy. Han Dong was in charge of staff training, and most of the financial affairs were busy. Lu Feng went back to the office to draw pictures. As for Gao Zhiwei, the general manager, he had nothing to do and wandered around the factory.

A good packaging design requires a professional team to polish it for a long time. If Lu Feng did it himself, it would take several years. He didn't have the heart to do it, so he copied and painted some classic packaging from later generations. Half a day is enough. .

Lu Feng also knew that it was difficult for him to enter the market. As long as others reduced their profits, they could squeeze the market in an instant, and even the best products could not be sold.

Now is not the Internet age, there are comparisons, there is self-media propaganda, all the small shop owners say whichever is delicious, the children will buy whichever, and even the product is put forward, and the sales volume will go up.

Faced with this situation, Lu Feng thought very simply: to survive first, as long as the profits can pay wages to the employees, he will win. The simplest business competition is the price war, which is also the most cruel. Otherwise, what is the price? What about the butcher?

Everything has just begun.

Some people in the local business community are paying attention, some are optimistic about Lu Feng, some think he is not good, it has become a topic of gossip.

"Hey, Lao Chen, do you know that Lu Feng?" A man in his forties, with his hair parted, was very refined, talking on the phone.

"You worry a lot?" The other end of the phone laughed, "I don't know, but I know Ren Qianbo."

"You still know him?"

"His father-in-law used to be in the same unit as me, but I was transferred to the Hong Leong Group. It's been very lively recently. A lot of people are talking about this." The words on the other end of the phone were full of gossip.

There is a lack of entertainment activities, and some interesting things are rumored everywhere, and some people make up nonsense and say that Lu Feng is looking at Qianbo's wife!

"I haven't seen you for a while? Call the old horse for a drink?"

"No problem, there are a few new girls in my unit, I'll bring them!"

"No, it's boring, call that Lu Feng and Ren Qianbo."

"Ah?" The other end of the phone froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay, it's going to be a lively evening tonight."

At seven o'clock in the evening, Lu Feng handed over the manuscript to Datou, checked the time, and wondered if he should go to the canteen or the supply and marketing agency.

The phone rang suddenly,

Lu Feng hurried back to the office to answer the phone.

"Hey, who is it?"

"Are you Lu Feng?" The voice on the other end of the phone was full of arrogance, giving people a feeling of superiority and discomfort.

"Yes, who are you?"

"I'm Chen Mancang, the general manager of Hong Leong Group. I've been listening to you a lot these days. I'll have a meal at night in the canteen of the Metallurgical Group, you know?"

Lu Feng frowned secretly, not knowing what was going on for a while.

"Hey, do you hear me?" The voice on the other end of the phone was a little uncomfortable.

"heard it!"

"I heard your reply, what's wrong?" After that, he hung up the phone.

When Lu Feng put down the phone, the first thing that came to his mind was that the current steel industry is all state-owned enterprises, and this CEO Chen is also a state-owned enterprise boss.

The other party's aggressive tone, coupled with the feeling that asking you to eat is to give you a face, Lu Feng felt that if he went to this dinner tonight, it might be a joke.

He can tear it apart with Ren Qianbo, and dare not fight with these state-owned enterprises. Although the reform of state-owned enterprises is in progress, there are already many public-private joint ventures, but they are not thorough.

What is a state-owned enterprise, that is, an iron rice bowl. It was not until the end of the 1990s that this iron rice bowl was smashed.

A company like Ren Qianbo is already a big one in the private sector. Private companies are worth millions, and the whole city can count them with one hand. It's these people who are really embarrassing. You can tell from the tone of their voices.

Those who go to Tianyue Hotel for dinner can only be said to be rich people, and all the cattle people drink Maotai in the small cafeteria.

Lu Feng went through everything that could happen and what would happen in his mind, and instructed Datou to take good care of the factory. He rode his motorcycle to Gao Zhiwei's side and said, "Get in the car!"

"What are you doing?"

"Take you to a delicious meal!" Lu Feng smiled at him and said, "Don't be afraid, get in the car!"

Gao Zhiwei sat up suspiciously, still a little uneasy in his heart. The motorcycle galloped into the Metallurgical Group in the suburbs. The five-mile radius here is full of steelmaking sites, including residential buildings, living quarters, and even a large supermarket. , not much worse than the city center.

He went straight into the factory, asked the security guard, went straight to the second cafeteria, stopped at the door and found that Ren Qianbo had just arrived, opened the door and walked out.

Looking at each other, everyone understands that everyone is a joke tonight, and they are used for drinking.

Lu Feng stepped into the cafeteria and heard that it was not for ordinary employees. As expected, the people inside were leather shoes, suit pants, white shirts, and backs, all of which were standard equipment.

All I heard was this section chief, that section chief, Lu Feng started his business because he didn't like this kind of atmosphere.

When he went up to the second floor, the decoration instantly became luxurious, giving people a somewhat magnificent feeling. Ren Qianbo's waist was straight, and he stood there like a pacesetter.

"Let's wait in the wealthy room!" A waiter came over and pointed to the largest private room.

"Didn't you say treat me to something delicious?" Gao Zhiwei whispered.

"Yes, don't worry, there are some to eat!"

"I'm not suitable for this kind of situation. I'm in the market. I'm most afraid of this kind of waiting, and I don't dare to speak." Gao Zhiwei frowned and said, "It's uncomfortable to speak in a tone. I'm going back."

"You brought me back, and I'm not feeling well, that's why I brought you here."

The two were chatting in murmurs. There was a polite voice outside the door, and the chat was very lively. The door opened, and Lu Feng saw four or five men, all dressed in similar clothes. There were three people in the middle, and two or three belts stood beside them. With a standard smile, he bowed slightly, and his eyes were full of sincerity.

That state is obviously a manifestation of skill, and ordinary people can't do it.

"President Ren, when did you come?" Chen Mancang walked in and asked.

"Mr. Chen, I just came!"

"You are the one from Jiamei Foodstuffs... Lu Feng, right?"

"Yes, I am..."

"It was on the wine last time, really."

"I said it was fake wine. You still don't believe it. You still made a bet with me, did you lose?"

"I didn't say bet!"

"Look at this man, he doesn't mean anything."

Lu Feng was a little embarrassed to stand there, but he was used to people like them. When I asked you a question, just after you answered, they turned around and talked about other things.

"Sit, sit, sit!"

Lu Feng sat down, looked at his nose and his heart, and didn't move, he just finished eating and left.

"Lu Feng, I called you here, let me introduce you." The man in the first place said, "This is the general manager of Hong Leong Group, Mr. Chen, and this is the president of the local Agricultural Bank, Ma. , I am the general manager of this steel smelting group, surnamed Huang."

Lu Feng was polite one by one. If state-owned enterprises are considered business circles, these three people are definitely the top three in the local business circle.

Everyone chatted, very well behaved, even Ren Qianbo had something to say, the atmosphere at the dinner table was not very active, Mr. Huang squinted at Lu Feng and said, "Lu Feng, what do you think Ren Qianbo is? Are you always your opponent?"

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