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

    "I''m glad to meet you here. I''m short of time, so I don''t have much nonsense. Our 1024 financial project is a national project to raise funds for southern cities for 15 months. The reason why we can give so much rebate is because we are in urgent need."

    Lu Feng cleared his throat and said in a deep voice: "A lot of money is needed, but the four lines have solved a lot. People eat meat, we drink soup, and I have invested a lot. As for why I should give it to you, because I am a local. My father went out from here. He told me that people can''t forget their roots. I can feel that my soul is deeply rooted here and wants to do something for the people here."

    Lu Feng choked and talked about his father''s deeds in those years. He was bullied outside. It was not easy to start a business. Many elderly people wiped their tears.

    "Well, that''s all. I''ll go first." Lu Feng said, walked out of the door, turned a corner and went 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, "some old ladies took out the coffin board. When I signed the contract, I was thinking that if we were really liars, these people might not survive."

    "Unfortunately, we are not!" Lu Feng took the bag and asked, "how much is it?"

    "Sixty seven thousand!"

    "So much?" Lu Feng said in surprise. "It''s 100000. These people go back and pass it on. We really want money."

    Gao Zhiwei lit a cigarette and nodded silently. He looked worried. He raised his eyelids and looked at Lu Feng. He seriously asked, "are you sure you can burn hundreds of thousands of people? Can you kill Ren Qianbo?"

    "I''m sure!" Lu Feng said definitely, "the profits of Wanyuan food to retailers have been closed. Let''s continue, you know?"

    Lu Feng seems to have played a joke on the business community that has been silent for many years. Everyone is waiting to see the excitement. It suddenly ends, which makes people not have enough fun.

    It seems that nothing has ever happened. The former state-owned sugar factory and now Jiamei food have become dim, as if it has lost its luster in the eyes of everyone, and then fade out everyone''s sight. One day, when you pass by, you will see a pile of weeds in the yard.

    Only one person is still concerned. President Huang and his driver Xiao Zhao are very uncomfortable. The first thing they think about when they go to work every morning is whether the grandson who replaces them will come or not?

    With the decline of profits, the retail bosses of Wanyuan food do not want to sell, but Jiamei food products, which are not only popular, but also very profitable.

    Over the past few days, the supply has been in short supply, the shipment volume is small, and the market demand is large. Lu Feng keeps calling every day, which has a posture of canning workshop, and has slowly shown a prelude to the hot market.

    Ren Qianbo took he Yanli out for a few days. Now he can''t avoid anyone. If he wants to take it home, he takes it home. After drinking wine for a few days and enjoying it, he realized something was wrong when he returned to the factory.

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

    "Why don''t you tell me? Don''t you tell me such a serious thing?"

    Liu Biao hurriedly said, "Mr. Ren, you calm down. It''s a small matter. They ship very little. They buy 2000 yuan from Mr. Zuo every day. It can''t be a climate. I think you''re very tired, so I didn''t say."

    Ren Qianbo feels a little flustered. A very bad feeling lingers in his mind. According to his estimation, Lu Feng has absolutely no money in his account now. How can he continue production?

    Picked up the phone and called Lu Feng at the first time.

    In Lu Feng''s office, bundles of banknotes were taken out of the cabinet, and a lot of contracts were placed next to them. Lu Feng was still shocked when he looked at so much money and asked, "how much is it?"

    "There are more than 1.67 million people who want to vote today, 35000."

    Lu Feng quickly waved his hand and said, "enough. Don''t accept investment. Send them money on the first day of next month. Remember to have a receipt. We have to pay back all the money. We don''t give them more or less."

    "I know!"

    They were just about to tidy up the money. The phone rang. Lu Feng answered the phone and said, "who?"

    "I, Ren Qianbo, boss Lu, don''t you have no money? You''re ready to sell the machine and pay the employees. Why are you still producing? Moreover, the retail profits of the products on the market are still so high? What do you mean?"

    "Mr. Ren, don''t be angry. I''ve been borrowing money for a living these days. It''s not easy to get a factory, right?" Lu Feng smiled. He stretched out his hand to pat the half person high pile of money and said with a smile: "brother, I still want to struggle."

    "You lose money every day. What are you struggling with?" Ren Qianbo said in a deep voice at the other end of the phone: "if you play with me, be careful. I''ll tell my brother directly that you can''t even buy raw materials."

    "Ha ha ha!" Lu Feng laughed and said, "you can have a try. I won''t tell you. I''m busy."

    Then he hung up the phone.

    Ren Qianbo listened to the blind sound on the phone, his heart beat faster, and the bad feeling became more and more serious, but he didn''t understand, really didn''t understand.

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

    Lu Feng sat in the boss''s chair, took the phone and said, "President Zuo, have dinner together in the evening and talk about big business."

    "I don''t have time to talk nonsense with you. What big business can you talk about? Hang up!"

    "More than a million businesses."

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

    "Where did you get more than a million? Bluffing me?"

    "Yes, it''s all cash. Have dinner at Tianyue hotel in the evening. It''s my treat. Abalone and lobster are your choice. On that day, president Ren invited you to dinner. I''ll wait for you for more than one million business!" Lu Feng said and hung up the phone.

    Lu Feng stood up to help straighten out the money, looked at Gao Zhiwei and said: "It''s time for you to do your old business. The raw materials will be in place tomorrow and a large number of shipments will begin the day after tomorrow. My requirement is that Wanyuan food should be destroyed in the three surrounding cities within a month. As soon as he falls down, we should collect the profits immediately. We should fill in the money burned within a month, or the big head will go to jail."

    Gao Zhiwei nodded and said don''t worry.

    Ren Qianbo called President Zuo and wanted to invite him to dinner in the evening. He asked him to cut off Lu Feng''s supply directly. He gave him some benefits and put out his spark directly.

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

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