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Gao Zhiwei couldn't fully understand Lu Feng's words, but the development with the next few children surprised him. There was a battle of strength tables of the internal characters on the packaging bag.

As the two children took out the things, others also became itchy, making some kids buy one and so the battle began.

"I'm better than you a little!"

"I have six-eared macaques, it is obviously stronger than yours."

Superiority and vanity come into play when one has a character with higher combat power, it will become the focus of the audience and no child will want to be left behind.

Lu Feng went through all the fifteen canteens, and observed similar scenarios, except for the canteen opposite the high school, the little toys were obviously not attractive to them.

At noon, in a noodle restaurant, Lu Feng ate noodles in gulps. Sweating all over his head, Gao Zhiwei said, "I'm starting to admire you."

"What do you admire me for?"

"You have a dark heart, guts to do what needs to be done, and actually play with children's psychology. That brand is a reassurance for parents so that they will not reject it. When adults do not let children buy it because of unhealthy conditions, children can take the words on the brand as a shield."

Lu Feng nodded, putting the noodle bowl down and burping, "That's it, you admire it? I haven't started playing yet!"

"I think it's not a loss for you to go to any company to do marketing that gives you the position of vice president." Gao Zhiwei pondered for a while and said, "If you want to go to the south with me, I have many contacts. Let me introduce them to you."

"I will go to the south; when I sweep the four directions, I will go. Let's get to work!" Lu Feng stood up to pay the bill.

"What are you going to do?"

"Give Mr. Ren his eye drops (EN: He is implying here that Ren should be able to see him clearly). Tamar's, buy a small newspaper to compile my peach-colored news, it's cheap. I'm a dignified gentleman, and I'm not afraid of shadows." Lu Feng counted the money that he handed to the boss of the canteen and praised himself, as the boss. Everyone frowned.

In addition to staring at production, Liu Biao has been staring at Lu Feng these days. In the office, Liu Biao briefly explained the situation.

"The profits are basically given to the commissary. His sales are good, but the losses are also too much, so it can't just be the climate that is making his sales good." Liu Biao pondered for a while and said, "But the strategy they used is really great, do you want to follow up?"

"You can follow up. As long as he doesn't solve the follow-up funding problem, nothing will be useful. No matter how good the product is, it's just the icing on the cake." Ren Qianbo said solemnly.

"Mr. Ren, if the product sells well, what if someone invests? I think that President Huang is very optimistic about him." Liu Biao was very worried.

Ren Qianbo's brows furrowed, he thought for a while and replied, "How much money does he have, if someone gives him 1.5 million and asks him to continue to give the profit to the terminal business, then I can't bear it, Mr. Huang has over hundred times of 500,000? And if even President Ma dares to put so much money on him then I won't mess with him, with so many people helping him."

Liu Biao nodded in agreement.

Mr. Huang held a simple report in his hand. It was just about a small snack for children, after reading it, Mr. Huang was a little surprised that Lu Feng played with so many colors.

"Talent!"

"Unfortunately, not to mention talents, even geniuses have no funds and can't bear starting a business from scratch. Eventually, they go bankrupt." Mr. Huang put the report aside. He felt that Lu Feng was a clever person. If he could work under him, he might give him surprises.

It was already mid-September; although autumn was just around the corner, at noon, the sun was still hot. Gao Zhiwei covered his head with his hands, glanced at the sign of the dance hall, and said, "Didn't you say Ren Qianbo is disgusting? What are you doing coming to the dance hall? What, is his wife working here?"

"Why are your thoughts so dirty?" Lu Feng sighed and walked up the stairs.

"You're not serious, people can't blame me for thinking crooked. "

During the day, the place is closed and there are no people. There are a few girls sitting at the door playing cards with cigarettes in their mouths, giggling. When they saw Lu Feng, a girl joked, "Boss, it’s noon, can't you hold back a little. What is it?"

"I'm looking for someone, I am here to meet Mad Dog."

"Brother Gou is sleeping upstairs, don't disturb other people's sleep, he has a great temper!"

Lu Feng ignored them and walked upstairs. Gao Zhiwei didn't expect Lu Feng's would be involved with any crooks, and reminded him, "Keep away from such people, lest you want to be personally involved one day. They are all bad people."

"In my eyes, there are no good or bad people, there are only useful and useless." Lu Feng went upstairs as he continued, and a few bastards at the entrance of the private room were playing mahjong.

"Call Mad Dog up. I want to talk to him about something."

One of the younger lackeys knew Lu Feng and hurriedly agreed. He walked towards the next room. A few minutes later, Mad Dog came in yawning and saw Lu Feng, "Boss Lu, what's the matter, can't we talk at night?"

"No, big job. go to sleep first if you're sleepy!"

"Not sleepy! Not sleepy!" Brother Gou hurriedly cheered up.

Some of the younger lackeys who had never met Lu Feng looked at him in astonishment. Who does not know the name of the Mad Dog, ‘what exactly did this man do to make Brother Go so obedient?’

They don't know that in front of money, everyone's the same, they are all children!

"Make 10,000 copies of the content on this piece of paper, and post it all over the city at night, understand?" Lu Feng put a piece of paper on the table.

"A small advertisement?" Mad Dog was a little dissatisfied.

"If you don't want to do the job, guess we can't help it. But you will be losing the chance to earn two thousand dollars!"

"Consider them pasted!"

"Find someone to do the work. It's better to pick work in numbers and finish it quickly." Lu Feng ordered.

Gao Zhiwei picked up the piece of paper, and it was written on it that Zhang Cuifang, a seven-year-old boy, ate snacks made by Wanyuan Foods, resulting in food poisoning. He was severely injured, the poster even had his home address and ID number in it. The description was so detailed that it was hard for people to not believe it.

"Don't worry!" Brother Feng nodded.

Before leaving, Lu Feng left a deposit of 1,000 dollars, and he would pay the rest after the task is done.

Coming out of the bar, Lu Feng got on his motorcycle and shouted, "Go to the next newspaper office and publish a report on children’s food safety!"

Lu Feng spent another 500 dollars to publish a report full of new media style in some local newspapers with a large circulation.

‘Shock! Children's food was full of carcinogens, how dare you give it to children?’

Although there is no mention of Wanyuan in the whole article, all kinds of clues point to Wanyuan.

On the way back, it was already after five o'clock in the afternoon. Gao Zhiwei sat behind the motorcycle and said, "It's scary to have an opponent like you."

"Scary?" Lu Feng looked at his face from the rearview mirror and said with a smile, "The business world works on the law of the jungle, there are only two choices: survival, death."

"Then what about your follow-up funds?"

"I have a way, don't ask. In this era, money is everywhere."

Gao Zhiwei laughed, with mixed feelings in his heart. In fact, he wanted to leave, but he was curious, what else could this lunatic do next.

"I don't think it's strange that you would take me to rob a bank tomorrow."

"Don't worry, I won't do that stupid thing." Lu Feng rode his motorcycle directly into the factory, got up, and shouted at Han Dong working inside the factory, "Call Datou to come to my office for a meeting!"