The market is the most fair teacher, will not favor anyone, Jiamei food has begun to show a sweeping market, the profits are huge, some people become second-hand dealers, to other blank markets to sell, to earn the difference.

Ren Qianbo's report in the local economic daily newspaper put an end to the battle between Jiamei and Wanyuan, and today's market turmoil woke everyone up, everything is not over, and the undercurrent is surging.

Gao Zhiwei went on a business trip to the next city, and planned to supply goods in the form of general agent, so that the local head snake could be promoted, Lu Feng arrived at the factory on time at six o'clock in the morning every day, and everyone was busy like **.

The whole factory staff was elite, and forty or fifty people were recruited, everything was carried out in an orderly manner, and in less than a week, the overwhelming Jiamei food could be seen in any commissary.

The competition between children in terms of combat effectiveness, and the exchange of cards for 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 the profits to the terminal retailers, and the losses began, and a large number of goods occupied the market, and newspapers, media, and television advertisements were carried out, and each other was constantly accused and attacked.

The loss of more than 60,000 yuan a day is unimaginable for a food factory with 300 people.

Ren Qianbo intercepted Lu Feng's canned food business and earned more than 200,000 yuan, but in less than a week, all of them were lost, and the funds on the account became less and less.

He has two choices, first, admit defeat, pay the employees salaries, sell the factory, and he can continue to live a prosperous life, and second, do not admit defeat, continue to burn money, and take out his savings and smash them in, which 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, betting on tomorrow, betting on hope, and betting on making a lot of money by carrying this wave.

It's like a boss surnamed Ma said many years later, today is cruel, tomorrow is even more cruel, and the day after tomorrow is beautiful, but most of them die tomorrow night.

Mr. Huang has been busy for a while, state-owned enterprises are many meetings, and after being busy, he watched this vicious battle with interest, when he saw Ren Qianbo smashing his savings into it and wanted to fight with Lu Feng, Mr. Huang had already seen the ending.

Behind Lu Feng are countless people, if he can illegally raise one million, he can raise ten million, or even one hundred million, even if something happens, it's a big deal to hurry up.

Ren Qianbo is not burning money with Lu Feng, but burning money with the people of the whole country, there is no second choice except to lose.

Mr. Huang sighed, leaned back in his chair, looked out the window, found that there were snowflakes, and sighed in his heart, this year's snow is a little early.

"It's snowing!"

The big head stood in the corridor and knocked on the glass of Lu Feng's office, with a smile on his honest face, as if this snow made him very happy, too, this time was too depressing, and the first thing he did when he got home every day was to sleep.

Lu Feng looked at the month card on the desk, November 10th, he had long hair, a long beard, his eyes were full of exhaustion, and he was wearing a coat, which was quite an old factory director.

Now the whole factory people, who are afraid when they see him, Lu Feng raised his head and said, "Do you have nothing to do?"

The big head walked away.

The money on the table was gone, Lu Feng opened the cabinet on the desk, it was almost empty, more than one million was almost burned, and the rebates for those who invested were now less than 400,000.

"Nineteen more days, it's time for a rebate. Lu Feng looked at the sparse snowflakes outside the window, and was a little worried, if Ren Qianbo resisted for another month, it would be a thunderstorm.

"Can you bear it? The market can't accommodate you anymore, so why do you want to use money to subsidize it? Your time has passed, and I should be in charge of the era next. ”

"You are just a door-to-door son-in-law, relying on the power of your father-in-law, monopolizing the market, no competition, living comfortably, you said you, smashed into a million yuan, and lost all the pension money, right?"

"Don't resist, I don't want to be sentenced to life imprisonment, otherwise I will have a bad conscience in my life. ”

Lu Feng stood at the door, the cigarette in his hand burning, as the saying goes, when there is an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent, and if Ren Qianbo struggles again, it will really be an avalanche!!

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

Ren Qianbo is thin and thin, his eye sockets are deep-set, and he is the same as a month ago, the table in front of him is full of newspapers and various folders, and his fingers are smoky and yellow, I don't know how much he smoked.

"Mr. Ren, there is too much backlog, the retail market can't go out, and our new products don't have the sales power of Jiamei, the most important thing is that we can't burn money anymore. ”

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

"Where did he get all this 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 not reconciled, and he sat in his seat and cried like a child.

"Why don't you give him a call and negotiate, and we will divide 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 cried on the phone, but in exchange for Lu Feng's cold sentence, business didn't believe in tears.

After a long time, Ren Qianbo stopped his tears and said, "I'll borrow some." ”

In this month's time, not to mention the business world, even ordinary people are watching the excitement, every hawker knows that selling Wanyuan and Jiamei's products is more profitable than selling anything, and I don't know how many people have made a fortune because of it.

The most important thing is to sell Jiamei, which is very easy to sell, the local market is fierce, and the profit is low, so it is pulled to the next city, and some people even cross several cities to help Jiamei promote its products.

At the beginning, Lu Feng located the three surrounding cities, and as Gao Zhiwei was busy promoting, in less than a week, he found that seven or eight cities had their products, and the second dealer transported the products to the past.

When Gao Zhiwei told Lu Feng about this, the expression on his face was indescribably wonderful, this kind of popularity, he only thought of one product, Wahaha, when Wahaha was launched, it was this effect.

Lu Feng looked at the account book, silently calculated in his heart, the phone rang, picked up the phone and said, "Who?"

"Brother Lu, I'm Mr. Chen, do you remember?"

"Mr. Chen, which Mr. Chen?" Lu Feng wondered.

"It's Hong Leong Group, which had dinner with Mr. Huang of Metallurgical Steel Group a few months ago. ”

Lu Feng remembered, this person has never been in touch since the last meal, he is biased towards Ren Qianbo, and said, "Long time no see, what's the matter with Mr. Chen?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I've been paying attention to things between you recently, the fight is very intense, what can't you sit down and talk about, now it's a lose-lose situation, what do I mean, give me a face, eat together in the evening, start tomorrow, set a profit point, everyone is the same." The old man on the other end of the phone said angrily.

"Get out!"

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