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After dinner, Han Dong was in charge of staff training. He was busy with finances. Lu Feng went back to the office to draw pictures. As for the general manager, Gao Zhiwei, he wandered around the factory with nothing to do.

A good packaging design needs to be polished by a professional team for a long time. If Lu Feng did it himself, it would have been several years. He didn't even bother to do it, so he copied and drew some classic packaging from later generations. Half a day is enough. .

Lu Feng also knows that it is difficult to enter the market by himself. As long as people reduce their profits, they can squeeze the market in an instant, and even the best products cannot be sold.

This is not the Internet age. There are comparisons and self-media propaganda. It is all the small shop owners who say that which is delicious, the children will buy which ones, and even the products are put forward, and the sales are soaring.

Faced with this situation, Lu Feng’s thinking is also very simple. Live first. As long as the profits can be paid to employees, he will win. The simplest business competition is price war, which is also the cruelest. Otherwise, how to call it price. Where's the butcher?

Everything is just beginning.

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

"Hey, Old Chen, do you know that Lu Feng?" A man in his forties, combing his head, very elegant, talking on the phone.

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

"Do you still know him?"

"His old husband used to be with me at the same unit, and then I was transferred to the Hong Leong Group. Recently, it has been very lively. A lot of people are talking about this." The words on the other side of the phone were full of gossip.

There is a lack of entertainment, and a little bit of interesting things are spread everywhere, and some people make up nonsense about Lu Feng looking at Qianbo's wife!

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

"No problem, some new girls from my unit, I will bring them!"

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

"Huh?" On the other end of the phone, he froze for a while, then laughed and said: "Okay, it's so lively tonight."

At seven o'clock in the evening, Lu Feng handed the manuscript to the boss, checked the time, and wondered whether to go to the canteen and the supply and marketing cooperative.

The phone rang suddenly, and Lu Feng hurriedly returned 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 sense of superiority and uncomfortable.

"Yes, who are you?"

"I'm Chen Mancang, general manager of Hong Leong Group. I have been listening to you for a few days. I have a meal in the small cafeteria of Yegang Group, you know?"

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

"Hello, did you hear?" The voice on the other end of the phone was a little uncomfortable.

"heard it!"

"I heard you reply, what's wrong?" After speaking, I hung up the phone.

Lu Feng put down the phone, and the first thing he thought of was that the steel industry nowadays is all state-owned enterprises, and Mr. Chen is also a state-owned enterprise boss.

The other party's aggressive tone, coupled with the feeling that he told 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. If he didn't go, he really couldn't get along.

He can tear it up with Ren Qianbo. He dare not smash with these state-owned enterprises. Although the reform of state-owned enterprises is underway, there are already many public-private partnerships, but they are not thorough.

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

Enterprises like Ren Qianbo are already very large in private individuals. Private enterprises are worth millions of dollars. The city is counted by one hand. It is these people who can tell from the tone of speech.

Those who went to the Tianyue Hotel for dinner can only be said to be rich people. The cattle people all drink Moutai in the small cafeteria.

Lu Feng went through all the things that could and would happen in his mind, and ordered the big head to look after the factory, riding a motorcycle to Gao Zhiwei's side and saying, "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 down suspiciously, still feeling a little uneasy. The motorcycle galloped into the steelmaking group in the suburbs. There are five-mile radius of the steelmaking site, including residential buildings, living quarters, and even large supermarkets. , Not much worse than the city center.

He went directly to the factory, inquired with the security, and went straight to the second canteen. When he stopped at the door, he found that Ren Qianbo had just arrived, opened the door and walked down.

The eyes are facing each other, and everyone understands that everyone is a joke tonight, serving people with alcohol.

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

All I heard was this section chief and that section chief. Lu Feng didn't like this atmosphere before starting his business.

On the second floor, the decoration instantly became luxurious, giving people a somewhat magnificent feeling. Ren Qianbo's waist was straight, standing there like a pacesetter.

"You go to the wealthy room and wait!" A waiter walked over and pointed to the largest private room.

"Didn't you ask me to eat something delicious?" Gao Zhiwei whispered.

"Yes, don't worry, eat some!"

"I'm not used to this kind of occasion. I'm in the market. I'm most afraid of waiting and waiting and dare not say anything." Gao Zhiwei frowned and said, "I'm uncomfortable with the accent. I'm going back."

"You come back for me, I'm not feeling well, so I brought you here."

The two were chatting in a whisper, and there was a polite voice outside the door. The chat was very lively. When the door opened, Lu Feng saw four or five men, all almost dressed up, three in the middle, standing next to two or three belts. With a standard smile, he arched his waist slightly, and his eyes were full of sincerity.

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

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

"President Chen, I just came!"

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

"Yes, I am..."

"The wine was over last time, really."

"I said it was fake wine. If you still don't believe me, you still bet with me. You lost, right?"

"I didn't say a bet!"

"Look at this person, UU reading www.uukanshu.com speaks nothing."

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

"Sit down, sit down!"

Lu Feng sat down, watching his nose, his nose watching his heart, motionless, and he left after eating.

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

Lu Feng was polite one by one, if the state-owned enterprises are regarded as the business community, these three people are definitely the top three in the local business community.

Everyone was chatting, and it was very customary. Even Ren Qianbo had a point. The atmosphere at the dinner table was a little less active. Mr. Huang squinted at Lu Feng and said: "Lu Feng, do you think Ren Is it always your opponent?"

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