Return To 1990

With everyone seated, Gao Zhiwei went out to say a few words, and then, under the warm applause, Lu Feng stepped out and stood in the front row. The first thing he did was look at his watch.

"I'm very happy to meet you here. I'm short on time, so I won't talk nonsense. Our 1024 financial project is a national project. It raises funds for southern cities for a period of 15 months. The reason why it can give so much rebate , because it is used in a hurry."

Lu Feng cleared his throat, his face neither sad nor happy, and said solemnly: "I need a lot of money, but the four major companies have solved a lot. People eat meat, we just drink soup, and I invested a lot myself. As for why I want to give it to everyone, because I am a local, my dad went out from here, he told me that one cannot forget one's roots, and I can feel that my soul is deeply rooted here, and I want to do something for the people here what."

Lu Feng choked up as he spoke, and talked about his father's deeds back then. He was bullied outside, and it was not easy to start a business. Many elderly people who listened to it wiped their tears.

"Okay, that's all, I'll go first." After finishing speaking, Lu Feng walked out from the door, turned a corner and went up to the second floor, leaving the rest to Gao Zhiwei.

An hour later, Gao Zhiwei entered the office with a heavy bag in his hand, and said, "Some old ladies have taken out the coffin board. When I signed the contract, I was thinking, if we are really liars, these people I'm afraid I won't survive."

"It's a pity, we're not!" Lu Feng took the bag and asked, "How much?"

"Sixty thousand seven!"

"So much?" Lu Feng said in surprise: "This is 100,000. When these people go back, they will pass ten, ten, and one hundred. We really need money."

Gao Zhiwei lit a cigarette, nodded silently, and seemed to be very worried. He raised his eyelids and glanced at Lu Feng, and asked seriously, "Are you sure you burn hundreds of thousands, can you crush Ren Qianbo to death?"

"I'm sure!" Lu Feng said affirmatively, "Wanyuan Food's profits for retailers have already been collected, so let's continue, you know?"

It was as if Lu Feng had played a joke to the business world that had been silent for many years. Everyone was waiting to see the excitement, but it ended abruptly, which made people not happy enough.

As if nothing had happened, this former state-owned sugar factory, and now Jiamei Foods, has become bleak again, as if it has lost its luster in the eyes of everyone, and then fades out of everyone's sight. I saw a pile of weeds in the yard.

Only one person is still paying attention, Mr. Huang, his driver Xiao Zhao is very uncomfortable. The first thing he thinks about when he goes to work every morning is, will the grandson who replaces him come?

With the decline in profits of Wanyuan Foods, the retail owners did not want to sell them. Instead, the products of Jiamei Foods were not only popular, but also very profitable.

After a few days, the supply has been in short supply, the shipment volume is small, and the market demand is large. Every day, Lu Feng's phone calls are constant, quite a canned workshop, and it has gradually shown a prelude to a hot market.

Ren Qianbo took He Yanli out for a few days to be unrestrained, and now he has no need to hide anyone. He takes it home if he wants to, drank it for a few days, enjoyed it, and only realized that something was wrong when he returned to the factory. .

"Not closed yet?" Ren Qianbo's voice increased several times.

"Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell me about such a serious matter?"

Liu Biao hurriedly said: "Mr. Ren, calm down. It's a trivial matter. Their shipments are very small. They buy 2,000 yuan from Mr. Zuo every day. ."

Ren Qianbo felt a little flustered, and a very bad feeling lingered in his heart. According to his estimation, Lu Feng's account was absolutely out of money now, how could he continue to produce?

Picking up the phone, he immediately called Lu Feng.

In Lu Feng's office, a large bundle of banknotes was pulled out from the cabinet, and there were a lot of contracts next to it. Lu Feng was still a little shocked when he saw so much money, and asked, "How much is it? ?"

"More than 1.67 million,

There are still people who want to vote in today, 350,000 votes. "

Lu Feng hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Enough, don't accept investment, send them money on the 1st of next month, remember to have a receipt, we have to pay back all the money, not a cent, but not a lot. one cent."

"Know!"

The two were about to sort out the money when the phone rang. Lu Feng picked up the phone and said, "Who is it?"

"I, Ren Qianbo, Boss Lu, you are running out of money. You are going to sell the machine and pay the employees. Why are you still producing? And the products on the market are still so profitable at the retail end? what do you mean?"

"Mr. Ren, don't be angry. I've been borrowing money to survive all this time. I finally got a factory, right!" Lu Feng's mouth was full of smiles. : "Brother, I still want to struggle."

"You lose money every day, what are you struggling with?" Ren Qianbo on the other end of the phone said solemnly, "If you play tricks with me, be careful and tell my brother directly, you can't even buy raw materials."

"Hahahaha!" Lu Feng laughed, arrogantly, and said, "You can give it a try, I won't tell you, I have something to do, I'm busy."

After that, I hung up the phone.

Ren Qianbo listened to the blind tone on the phone, his heart beat faster, and the bad feeling became heavier and heavier, but he couldn't understand, really couldn't understand.

Picked up the phone and called Mr. Zuo, but the line was busy.

Lu Feng sat on the boss chair, took the phone and said, "Mr. Zuo, let's have a meal together tonight and talk about some big business."

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, what kind of big business can you talk about, hang up!"

"A million-plus business."

Lu Feng listened to the phone and said, "Aren't you going to hang up?"

"Where did you get more than one million dollars? Are you fooling me?"

"Yes, it's all in cash. Let's have a meal at Tianyue Hotel in the evening. I'll treat you. Abalone and lobster are as you wish. On that day, Mr. Ren invited you to eat in the private room. The business is more than one million yuan. I'll wait for you!" After Lu Feng finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Lu Feng stood up to help arrange the money, looked at Gao Zhiwei and said, "You should do your job, the raw materials will be in place tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, mass shipments will begin. My requirement is that within a month, three surrounding cities , to destroy Wanyuan Foods, as soon as he falls, he immediately collects the profits, and we have to fill the burned money within a month, or else the big head will be imprisoned."

Gao Zhiwei nodded and said don't worry.

Ren Qianbo called Mr. Zuo and wanted to invite him to a meal in the evening, and asked him to directly pinch Lu Feng's supply, give him some benefits, and directly extinguish his spark.

But Mr. Zuo refused, saying that he would have dinner with a big boss tonight and another day.

Ren Qianbo suddenly felt that in a few days, everything had changed, and there was a suffocating smell in the air, which made him anxious.