The market is the most fair teacher and will not favor anyone. Jiamei’s food has begun to sweep the market, with huge profits in it. Some people become second-hand dealers and sell them to other blank markets to earn the 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 awakening everyone. Everything is not over, and undercurrents are surging.

Gao Zhiwei went to the next city for business trip and planned to supply the goods as a general agent to allow local local snakes to promote them. Lu Feng arrived at the factory on time at 6 o'clock every morning, and everyone was as busy as **.

The entire factory staff was elite and recruited forty or fifty people. Everything was going on in an orderly manner. In less than a week, the overwhelming Jiamei Foods could be seen at any convenience store.

Children compete for combat effectiveness, and collecting cards and exchanging gifts has formed a trend in the school, and Ren Qianbo's Wanyuan food has suffered heavy losses.

The market share declined, and Ren Qianbo had no choice but to sell all his profits to terminal retailers. The losses began, and a large amount of distribution occupied the market, engaged in newspapers, media, and TV advertisements, and criticized each other continuously.

The loss of more than 60,000 yuan a day is unimaginable for a food factory with 300 people. Now the competition is about who has strong funds, crazy concessions to the market, and a complete money-spreading action.

Ren Qianbo intercepted Lu Feng's canned business and made more than 200,000 yuan. In less than a week, he lost all of them, and the funds in the account became less and less.

He had two choices. First, he admitted defeat, paid his employees and sold the factory, and he could continue to live a wealthy life. Second, he was unwilling to admit defeat, continued to burn money, and used his savings to pour in. This is a bottomless pit, and it is also the reason why many businessmen jumped off the building as soon as the company went bankrupt.

Business is another kind of gambling, betting on tomorrow, betting on hope, betting on it is to survive this wave and make a lot of money.

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

Mr. Huang was busy for a while, but there were many meetings in state-owned enterprises. After finishing their work, he watched this fierce battle with interest. When he saw Ren Qianbo throw his savings into it and want to have a big fight with Lu Feng, Mr. Huang had already seen the ending.

There are countless people behind Lu Feng. He can raise 10 million yuan if he can illegally raise 10 million yuan, or even 100 million yuan. Even if something happens, he can only grab the big head.

Ren Qianbo is not competing with Lu Feng for money, but competing with the people of the whole country for money. Apart from losing, there is no second choice.

Mr. Huang sighed, leaned on the chair, looked out the window, and found snowflakes floating. He sighed in his heart that it was a bit early this year.

"It's snowing!"

Datou stood in the corridor and knocked on Lu Feng's office glass. A smile appeared on his honest face. It seemed that the snow made him very happy. It was too depressing that this period of time had passed. The first thing he did when he came home every day was to sleep.

Lu Feng looked at the month sign on his desk. On November 10, he had long hair, long beard, his eyes were full of fatigue, and he was wearing a coat, which showed the aura of an old factory manager.

Now all the people in the factory are afraid of him when they see him. Lu Feng raised his head and said, "You have nothing to do? Why don't you stay here to supervise production at night?"

Big head left in shame.

The money on the table was gone, and Lu Feng opened the cabinet on the desk and was almost empty. The more than one million yuan was burned, and he gave the people who invested, and now there are less than 400,000 left.

"In another nineteen days, it's time to get a rebate." Lu Feng looked at the sparse snowflakes outside the window, feeling a little worried. If Ren Qianbo fights for another month, he will be thunder.

"Can you bear it? The market can no longer tolerate you, so why should you use money to subsidize? Your era has passed, and I should control the era next."

"You are just a son-in-law who relies on the power of your father-in-law to monopolize the market, without competition, and live comfortably. You said you spent more than one million yuan in and lost all your pension money, right?"

"Don't resist, I don't want Datou to be sentenced to life imprisonment, otherwise he will be uneasy in his life."

Lu Feng stood at the door, the smoke in his hand was burning. As the saying goes, when an avalanche is an innocent snowflake. If Ren Qianbo struggles, he will really be an avalanche!!!

Wanyuan Food Factory has only taken twenty-eight days from 427 employees at its peak to less than 100 people now!

Ren Qianbo is thin and has a deep eye socket, which is completely different from a month ago. The table in front of him is filled with newspapers and various folders, and his fingers are smoked yellow. I don’t know how much he smoked.

"Mr. Ren, there is too much backlog, the retail market cannot be exported, and our new products are not as powerful as Jiamei. The most important thing is that they really can't burn money anymore."

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

"Where did he get so much money?"

Ren Qianbo slapped the table angrily. In the past month, I don’t know how many times I asked this sentence, but no one answered him.

Give up?

He was unwilling to give up and sat in his seat and started crying like a child.

"Why do you call him and negotiate, let's divide the market with us." Liu Biao suggested.

Half a month ago, Ren Qianbo had already called before selling his house and car, and even started crying on the phone. In the end, Lu Feng said coldly that business didn't believe in tears.

After a while, Ren Qianbo stopped crying and said, "I'll borrow some."

In this month, not to mention the business world, even ordinary people are watching the excitement. Every vendor knows that selling Wanyuan and Jiamei products is more profitable than selling anything. I don’t know how many people have made money because of it.

The most important thing is to sell Jiamei, which is very easy to sell. The local market is fierce and the profits are low, so I took it to the next city. Some people even crossed several cities to help Jiamei promote products.

At first, Lu Feng positioned three surrounding cities. With Gao Zhiwei busy promoting it, in less than a week, he found that seven or eight cities had their products, and the second dealer brought the products over.

When Gao Zhiwei talked about this to Lu Feng, the expression on his face was indescribable. He only thought of one product of this popularity. Wahaha. When Wahaha was launched, it was this effect.

Lu Feng looked through the account book and thought silently. The phone rang and answered the phone and said, "Who?"

"Brother Lu, I am Mr. Chen, do you still remember?" The voice on the other end of the phone was a little unconfident.

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

"It's Fenglong Group, I had a meal with Mr. Huang of Yegang Group a few months ago."

Lu Feng remembered that this person had never contacted him since the last meal. He was inclined to Ren Qianbo and said, "Long time no see, what's wrong with Mr. Chen?"

"It's nothing, I've been paying attention to the matter between you recently. The fight is very fierce. What can't be discussed? Now it's a loss-making situation. What do I mean? Give me some face and have a meal together in the evening. Starting tomorrow, set a profit point, everyone is the same." The old-fashioned Qiu Heng said on the other end of the phone.

"Get out! Stupid!"

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