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The market is the most impartial teacher and will not favor anyone. Jiamei's food has begun to sweep the market. The profits are huge. Some people become second-hand dealers and sell to other blank markets to make a difference.

A report by Ren Qianbo in the local Economic Daily put an end to the battle between Jiamei and Wanyuan. Today, the market is surging and everyone is awakened. Everything is not over, and the undercurrent is surging.

Gao Zhiwei went on a business trip to the next city and planned to supply it as a general agent, so that the local ground snake would promote it. Lu Feng arrived at the factory on time at six o'clock every morning. Everyone was as busy as the police.

The entire factory staff was sharpened, and another 40 or 50 people were recruited. Everything was going on in an orderly manner. In less than a week, the overwhelming amount of Jiamei food could be seen at a small shop.

Children compete for combat effectiveness. Collecting cards for gifts has formed a trend in schools, and Ren Qianbo’s Wanyuan Food has suffered heavy losses.

With the decline in market share, Ren Qianbo had no choice but to sell all his profits to the terminal retailers. Losses began, a large number of goods were distributed to occupy the market, newspapers, media, and television advertisements were carried out, and there were constant accusations and attacks on each other.

A loss of more than 60,000 a day is an unimaginable figure for a 300-person food factory. The competition now is who has strong funds, madly concession to the market, a thorough money-spreading operation.

Ren Qianbo intercepted Lu Feng's canning business and made more than 200,000 yuan. In less than a week, he lost all of it, and the funds on his account were getting less and less.

He has two choices. The first is to admit defeat, pay his employees a salary, and sell the factory, so he can continue to live a prosperous life. Second, he refuses to admit defeat, continue to burn money, and put his savings into it. , This is a bottomless pit, and it is also the reason why many businessmen jump off the building as soon as the company goes bankrupt.

Business is another kind of gambling. To bet on tomorrow, to bet on hope, is to make a lot of money through this wave.

Just as a boss named Ma said many years later, today is cruel, tomorrow is cruel, and the day after tomorrow is beautiful, but most people will die tomorrow night.

Mr. Huang has been busy for a while. State-owned enterprises have a lot of meetings. After he was busy, he watched this fierce battle with interest. When he saw Ren Qianbo pour his savings in, he wanted to fight Lu Feng. At that time, Mr. Huang had already seen the ending.

There are countless people behind Lu Feng. If he can raise one million illegally, he can raise ten million, or even one hundred million. Even if something goes wrong, the big deal is the big deal.

Ren Qianbo is not burning money with Lu Feng, but burning money with the people of the whole country. Apart from losing, he has no second choice.

Mr. Huang sighed, leaned on the chair, and looked out the window. He found snowflakes floating, and sighed inwardly that the snow fell a bit early this year.

"Snowing!"

The big head stood in the corridor and knocked on the glass of Lu Feng’s office. A smile appeared on his simple face. It seemed that the snow made him very happy. Also, this period of time was too depressing. The first thing I did when I came home every day was to sleep. .

Lu Feng looked at the month sign on his desk. On November 10th, he had very long hair and long beard. His eyes were full of fatigue, and he was wearing a coat, which made him look like an old factory director.

Now everyone in the factory, whoever sees him is scared, Lu Feng raised his head and said, "I'm free to do it? How about staying at night to supervise production?"

The big head went away dingy.

The money on the table was gone. Lu Feng opened the cupboard on the desk. It was almost empty. More than one million would be burnt. For those who invested in rebates, there are now less than 400,000 left.

"In another nineteen days, it's time to rebate again." Lu Feng looked at the sparse snow outside the window, feeling a little worried. If Ren Qianbo resisted for another month, it would be a thunderstorm.

"Can you hold it? The market can't accommodate you anymore. Why do you still have to pay for it? Your era is over, and I should be in control of the era."

"You are just a door-to-door son-in-law, relying on the power of the old man, monopolizing the market, without competition, and living comfortably. You say you, you smashed in one million yuan, and you have lost the pension money, right?"

"Don't resist, I don't want to be sentenced to life imprisonment for the big head, otherwise my conscience is disturbed in my life."

Lu Feng stood at the door with the smoke in his hand burning. As the saying goes, no snowflake is innocent when it comes to an avalanche. If Qianbo struggles any more, it will really be an avalanche! ! !

Wanyuan Food Factory, from 427 employees at the peak period to less than 100 employees now, only took 28 days!

Ren Qianbo was thin and thin with sunken eye sockets. He was completely different from a month ago. The table in front of him was full of newspapers and various folders. His fingers were smoked yellow. I don't know how much he smoked.

"Mr. Ren, there is too much backlog, and the retail market cannot go out. Our new products are not as strong as Camry's sales. The most important thing is that burning money really can't go on."

Ren Qianbo sold his house and car. In one month, he burned 1.26 million yuan, turning him from a millionaire into a poor man.

"Where does he get so much money?"

Ren Qianbo patted the table angrily. During this month, I did not know how many times this sentence was asked, and no one answered him.

Give up?

He was not reconciled, sitting in the position and cried like a child.

"Why don't you give him a call and negotiate, we will separate the market." Liu Biao suggested.

Half a month ago, when Ren Qianbo didn't sell his house or car, he had already called, and even started crying on the phone ~www.ltnovel.com~ In exchange for Lu Feng's cold sentence, the business didn't believe in tears.

After a long while, Ren Qianbo stopped his tears and said: "Let me borrow some."

This month, let alone the business community, even ordinary people watched the excitement. Every hawker knows that selling Wanyuan and Jiamei products is more profitable than selling anything. I don't know how many people have made a fortune.

The most important thing is to sell Camry. It is very easy to sell. The local market is fierce and the profit is low, so they are pulled to the next city. Some people even help Camry promote products across several cities.

At first, Lu Feng located three surrounding cities. As Gao Zhiwei was busy promoting it, within a week, he found that seven or eight cities had their products, and Erdao dealers delivered the products.

When Gao Zhiwei talked about this to Lu Feng, the expression on his face was indescribable. With this kind of popularity, he only thought of one product, Wahaha, which was the effect when Wahaha was launched back then.

Lu Feng flipped through the account book, calculated silently in his heart, the phone rang, and then answered the phone and said, "Who is that?"

"Brother Lu, this is President Chen, do you remember?" The voice on the other end of the phone was a little emboldened.

"President Chen? Which President Chen?" Lu Feng wondered.

"It's the Hong Leong Group, I had a meal with Huang of the Metallurgical Group a few months ago."

Lu Feng remembered. This person has never contacted since the last time he ate. He is biased towards Ren Qianbo, and he said, "It's been a long time since I saw you. What's the matter with Chen?"

"It's nothing. I have been paying attention to the matter between you recently. The fight is very intense. There is nothing I can't sit down and talk about. Now it hurts both sides. I mean, give me face and have a meal at night. Starting tomorrow, set a profit point, everyone is the same." Old-fashioned Qiuheng said on the phone.

"Fuck! Stupid!"

After Lu Feng finished speaking, he hung up the phone.