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After nine o'clock in the evening, everyone started to breathe. For people nowadays, going to bed more than ten o'clock in the evening is to stay up late.

Families with TV basically fell asleep after watching two episodes of the series at night. In rural areas, those who lack entertainment activities and those who do not have a TV have already fallen asleep at 8 o'clock in the evening.

There are so many children in families nowadays, which is mainly directly related to the lack of entertainment activities at night.

Lu Feng stretched out, put on slippers, and said to Jiang Xiaoyan: "Don't look, go to sleep."

Back in the room, the two of them lay down. Jiang Xiaoyan couldn't sleep a bit. She glanced at Lu Feng who was bewildered by her, and whispered, "My mother said I found an old Chinese doctor for me."

"Don't go to your heart, don't think too much, you will go back after the Chinese New Year, and I told you that if you don't come back, you just want to come back, find yourself unhappy, and sleep!"

After Lu Feng finished speaking, he turned around, facing Jiang Xiaoyan, put one leg on her body, and hugged one arm tightly.

Jiang Xiaoyan shrank slightly and leaned in his arms, feeling happy. She never felt that how much money would make her happy, she just thought that this man was really good, maybe this is the so-called little ease.

Early the next morning, the children were awakened by the sound of firecrackers, and the children put on new clothes, and drove around in groups, with the smell of fireworks in the air.

Open the curtains, there is already a white world outside. Looking out, the roof is covered with thick snow, which looks soft and gives a feeling of a fairy tale world.

Some children got the New Year's Eve money in advance, and the first time they naturally rushed to the canteen or the supply and marketing cooperative, these few days are definitely the time for them to indulge.

"Buy that...that bean." A child pointed at the merchandise on it, full of confidence.

Seven or eight children incarnate into big money, ready to sweep the supermarket and show off their super purchasing power.

"What's that?" One of the children saw a small black bag on the shelf. It was too conspicuous. Compared with the red and yellow bags around, it looked as cold as a cool young master.

"Um, the instant noodles that were just delivered, they said they were chocolate instant noodles, but they were delicious." The owner of the supply and marketing agency promoted that the profit per piece of the goods delivered yesterday was two or three yuan higher than other instant noodles.

"I want one and that, how much is it?" The child asked, looking at the money in his hand, fearing that it was not enough, showing a timidity!

"Two cents!"

"Let me tell you, this bag can be used for money, it seems that a bag is worth a few cents, and it can be exchanged, but don't lose it after eating it, and save it."

The child took a bag of small dippers and tore it open. All the children gathered around and saw that it was a black dough.

"It's like charcoal, hahahaha!"

"Isn't it delicious?"

"Give me a bite."

"I also want!"

In an instant, four or five small hands stretched out, curled up their fingers, forming a small pit in the palm of the hand, which looked like a beggar.

The noodles weren't big. One piece was broken and the other one was a little bit more. The child finally took a small bite and chewed it crisply in his mouth, crunching, and the more he chewed, the more fragrant it became.

"I'll have another bag and want that little one."

"Two bags can be used to top up the money. Add three cents for two bags."

This scene was staged in many commissaries and supply and marketing agencies. The children who originally wanted to eat other instant noodles turned to this noodle. The portion was too small, and there was no one after eating two bites, so I went to buy it, and then chewed two more bites.

On the New Year’s Eve, the data returned by terminal sales has sold more than half of the products previously produced, and buyers are still in an endless stream.

According to the parents, this thing is addictive. It doesn't give you a chance to eat. The gluttonous insects just hooked up and they were gone.

In the Jiamei Food Factory, Gao Zhiwei received one call after another, and his face almost burst into laughter. Although he had always trusted Lu Feng and had confidence in this product, the premonition of such a hotness was still Make him overjoyed.

Pushing open the door of the office, Gao Zhiwei shouted to Director Li’s office: “Director Li, go buy a cannon, set it off for me, notify the cafeteria, and give everyone a good meal at night, work harder, and continue production!”

The sound of firecrackers did not seem to be enough to express Gao Zhiwei’s joy. He asked people to pull out the gongs and drums in the warehouse, tie a red ribbon on his body, and lead Vice President Ding and Factory Manager Li to the staff in the snow. Twisted the Yangko.

Excitement, excitement, hope, and the atmosphere of the New Year, everyone's emotions are very high, all of which indicate that the Year of the Rooster is destined to be a good year.

Nine factories, with nearly 60,000 employees, produce 24 hours a day, and the daily output is as high as 200,000 boxes. Each box of 50 packets of crispy noodles. According to this trend, 200,000 boxes of noodles should be sold every day. no problem.

A single day sales of 2 million, each month is 60 million, the sales of a single product broke the monthly sales data of 30 million maintained by Gao Zhiwei in the summer.

However, Xiao Budian's profit is almost zero, even because of home delivery, New Year's overtime and other reasons, it is inverted.

These are not important, the market is the most important, as long as the market is captured, making money is only a matter of time.

Gao Zhiwei did a simple calculation in the office, and his hands were shaking when he looked at the data above.

"What is this? This is a god, when will I have half of his abilities, I...I will also get an electronics company to play with." Gao Zhiwei sighed, feeling in his heart, some people are destined It is the existence that another group of people look up to.

He immediately told the other shareholders of the board of directors of this matter.

"Mr. Gao, you can’t do that. If you produce 200,000 boxes a day, you can sell 200,000 boxes. It’s not sold out yet. The market is changing rapidly. You must be in awe. However, Mr. Lu does have the ability. You learn more, this product can restore some of the decline, and I hope you will continue to work hard this year for a good New Year."

"I think it will definitely work. In the past few days, the market has responded very well. I have confidence in Mr. Lu." Gao Zhiwei said.

"It's okay if you have confidence. First, I'm going to eat dumplings." The other side hung up the phone.

Gao Zhiwei put down the phone, ignoring other things, and went to the production workshop as soon as possible. His most important task now is to ensure smooth production.

Although it is New Year’s Eve, there are still many gatherings in Beijing. What is the reason for coming to Beijing? It is for relationship, the presidents of major banks, and the heads of various domestic and foreign financial institutions.

Mr. Zhou and the others have not participated in activities less recently, and have met many people, and there are countless people who want to invest in them.

A man in his thirties hurried into the banquet hall, walked to Mr. Zhou, and said in a low voice: "Jiamei Foods has launched a new product. It should be that Mr. Lu got it. The dealer feedback below. According to the news, they have discontinued the production of other products, focusing on this one, and the end market sales are good."

Mr. Zhou drank a little bit, waved his hand and said: "The Jiamei Food, withered bones in the mound, I tell you, it is useless for him to call Daluo Shenxian. We just talked to a few bosses about the current situation. Next summer At the turning point, Jiamei Foods’ market share will shrink to less than 20%."

"No, Mr. Zhou..."

"Don't tell me that, those who celebrate the Chinese New Year, haven't you seen drinking?" Mr. Zhou was a little angry, why is this person so dumbfounded?

The man said sorry and went out.

President Zhou picked up the wine glass, and a forty or fifty-year-old man next to him joked: "He holds the wine glass, eats dumplings, and has his sister-in-law in his arms..."

"Hahahahahaha."

"Good New Year, good Chinese New Year!"

There was a peaceful atmosphere at the scene.

At noon, Lu Feng's family was eating, and a few juniors paid New Year greetings to the elders. Lu Feng's mother also prepared a lot of red envelopes.

The money was given to other people's grandsons and nephews, and there was no one in his own family. Lu Feng's father told her last night, don't mention it.

But the old lady always feels unhappy in her heart.

"After sending the red envelopes, let's eat." Lu Feng said to his mother.

"I don't feel well in my stomach. You can eat. I'll go back to the house and rest for a while." Lu Feng's mother said and walked upstairs.

"She has a sick stomach, let's eat." Lu Feng's father hurriedly stood up to make a round.

Jiang Xiaoyan's heart was more sensitive. Sitting there without saying a word, Lu Feng picked a dumpling for her, and sat there eating small bites, obviously something was on her mind.

"Dad, I will go back with my mother tomorrow. I will clean up the house and go back to my mother's house in the second grade." Jiang Xiaoyan said, she decided to go back to see the old Chinese doctor.

In Shenzhen, UU reading www.uukānshu. Com, as a more front-end open environment, for Jiang Xiaoyan, there is not so much pressure, but since her return, the pressure exerted by the two families on her has been out of breath.

There are some things that can't be avoided!

"Oh, okay, mother-in-law, you guys eat too." Lu Feng's father politely said, "When I go back, I will take some meat and fruits, take some, buy a lot, and I can't eat it."

Everyone was polite, and the meal was not as pleasant as imagined.

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Truck after truck of goods drove out from the major Jiamei food factories. On the Spring Festival, a peaceful festival with thousands of lights, a feat of sweeping the market is about to begin.

At any time, you must remain 100% vigilant about the market, and keep an eye on your business opponents. Once you relax, the opponent may give you a fatal blow.

At the end of the day, some commissaries were out of stock. The boss tried to call the dealer, but he didn't expect a call to pass. On this day, the other party actually said that the goods will be delivered in two hours.

This kind of speed is beyond the understanding of the current supply and marketing cooperatives. After an hour and a half, a delivery truck drove into the town, opened the door, and pulled a slow car of small, dry noodles inside.

"How many boxes? I'll put them here for you, and I have to go to other places for delivery." The driver shouted to the boss in the house.

"It's selling well, save more and put a ten box." The lady boss walked out and joked: "You are doing this to make money. It's been too many years?"

"A lot of money is given, and the year will pass every year. This money is not necessarily the same, let's go!"

The driver greeted him, opened the door and got into the car, kicking out of the town with a kick.

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