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As everyone took their seats, Gao Zhiwei went out to say a few words, and then, to the warm applause, Lu Feng stepped out and stood in the front row. The first thing was to look at his watch.

"I am very happy to meet you here. I am short on time, so I won't be too nonsense. Our 1024 financial project is a national project. It is a 15-month period for raising funds for southern cities. The reason why it can give so much rebate. , Because of urgency."

Lu Feng cleared his throat, his face was neither sad nor happy, and he said solemnly: "We need a lot of money, but the four major industries have solved a lot. People eat meat, we just drink soup, and I also invested a lot. As for why I want to give it to everyone, because I am a local, my dad walked out of here back then. He told me that people can’t forget their roots. I can feel that my soul is deeply rooted here and I have to do something for the people here. what."

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

"Okay, let's talk about that, I'll go first." Lu Feng walked out from the door after speaking, turned a corner to the second floor, and handed the rest to Gao Zhiwei.

An hour later, Gao Zhiwei entered the office with a heavy bag in his hand and said: "There are a few old ladies who 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 can't live anymore."

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

"Sixty thousand seven!"

"So many?" Lu Feng said in amazement, "That's one hundred thousand. These people go back and pass ten, ten pass a hundred, we really want to get the money."

Gao Zhiwei lit a cigarette, nodded silently, looking worried, raised his eyelids and glanced at Lu Feng, and asked earnestly: "Are you sure to burn hundreds of thousands, can you kill Ren Qianbo?"

"I'm sure!" Lu Feng said affirmatively, "Wanyuan Foods has collected the profits from retailers. Let's continue, you know?"

Lu Feng seemed to have played a joke to the business community that had been silent for many years. Everyone was waiting to watch the excitement, and it ended suddenly, which made people not happy enough.

It seems that nothing has happened. The former state-owned sugar factory, the current Jiamei Foods, has become bleak, as if it has lost its luster in the eyes of everyone, and then faded out of everyone’s sight. Passing by one day, it will 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 whether his grandson will come to replace him?

With the decline in profits of Wanyuan Foods, the retail bosses do not want to sell them. Instead, it is the products of Jiamei Foods, which are 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. Lu Feng keeps on phone calls every day, which is quite a canning workshop posture, which has slowly shown a prelude to the hot market.

Ren Qianbo took He Yanli out to be cool for a few days. Now he has no need to avoid anyone. If he wants to take it home, he will take it home. After drinking for a few days and enjoying it, he came back to the factory and realized that something was wrong. .

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

"Why don't you tell me? You don't tell me such a serious matter?"

Liu Biao hurriedly said: "Mr. Ren, you calm down. It's a trivial matter. They have very few shipments. They buy two thousand yuan from Mr. Left every day. It won't make any climate. I think you are tired, so I didn't say ."

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

He picked up the phone and called Lu Feng the first time.

In Lu Feng's office, a large bundle of banknotes was taken out of the cabinet, with a large number of contracts next to it. Looking at the amount of money, Lu Feng was still a little shocked, and asked; "How much is it? ?"

"It's more than 1.67 million, and there are still people who want to invest in it today, 350,000 to 50 thousand."

Lu Feng hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Enough, don’t accept investment. I will send them money on the 1st of next month. Remember to have a receipt. We have to pay them back when we use them. Don’t give them a point more, and no more one cent."

"know!"

The two of them were just about to tidy up their money when the phone rang, and Lu Feng answered the phone and said, "Who is it?"

"I, Ren Qianbo, boss Lu, you are out of money. You are ready to sell the machine and pay the employees and you are done. Why are they still in production? And the products on the market, retail profits are still so high? what do you mean?"

"Mr. Ren, don't be angry. I've been borrowing money to survive this time. I finally managed to get a factory, right!" Lu Feng's mouth was full of smiles, he reached out and patted the half-person pile of money, and said with a smile. : "Brother, I still want to struggle a bit."

"You lose money every day, why are you struggling?" Ren Qianbo said in a deep voice on the phone: "If you play with me, be careful. I will tell my brother directly~www.ltnovel.com~You even have raw materials. Can't buy it."

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

Finished talking and hung up the phone.

Ren Qianbo heard the blind tone on the phone, his heartbeat quickened, and the bad feeling became heavier and heavier, but he didn't understand, really didn't understand.

Picking up the phone and calling Zuo Zong, the line was busy.

Sitting in the boss chair, Lu Feng took the phone and said: "Zuo 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 big business can you talk about, it's dead!"

"More than one million business."

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

"Where did you get more than one million? You bluff me?"

"Yes, it's all cash. Let's have a meal at Tianyue Hotel in the evening. I will treat you, abalone and lobster as you like. On that day, President Ren invited you to dinner in the private room. For more than one million business, I will wait for you!" After Lu Feng finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Lu Feng stood up to help organize the money, and looked at Gao Zhiwei: "You should do your job. The raw materials will be in place tomorrow, and large quantities will be shipped the day after tomorrow. My request is that within one month, three cities in the surrounding area To get rid of Wanyuan Foods, he fell down and immediately collected the profits. We have to fill in the burned money within a month, or else the big head will have to go to jail."

Gao Zhiwei nodded and said something to rest assured.

Ren Qianbo called Mr. Zuo and wanted to invite him to dinner at night, so that he would directly pinch Lu Feng's supplies, and give him some benefits himself, and directly pinch his spark of fire to him.

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

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