Huge raindrops fell on the hood like bullets, creating a crackling rhythm. Watching Zheng Jiayu leave, Li Siwen's eyes were a little complicated, an emotion wandering between regret and appreciation.
It seemed that such a woman could only stop her from moving forward by making her feel a complete failure. Li Siwen sighed softly, stepped on the accelerator, and the car disappeared into the rainy night.
At the same time, Zheng Jiayu walked into the club, even though she was soaked, she was still so perfect, but her mood had hit rock bottom, and all she could think of was Li Siwen's eloquent voice on the stairs.
"You think my victory is just a fluke. You think you can carve up my market. You treat me as a fool..."
Every sound and every word reminded Zheng Jiayu that all her previous ideas were wrong. How could this man who could squeeze the Yangdu Group out of Caozhou be easily defeated by her?
"Wrong, all wrong." Zheng Jiayu said softly, the emotion of failure spread throughout his body, only his eyes still showed unwillingness.
"Miss, please change your clothes." Xiao Bing, Zheng Jiayu's bodyguard, put his suit on her body and reminded her carefully.
"No need, ask the waiter to vacate a conference room, and then call all the shareholders over."
Ten minutes later, in a room in the club, Zheng Jiayu glanced at every shareholder sitting on the chair with a serious expression.
"I believe everyone has read the news. Tell me what you think." Zheng Jiayu pulled up her wet hair and asked coldly.
Everyone stared at each other, but no one dared to speak. Lu Shaofeng stood up from his seat, but before he could speak, Lu Ming intercepted his words.
"Miss Zheng, let me say it." Lu Ming knew his son too well. If Lu Shaofeng really told him, it would definitely make a joke. He coughed lightly and said, "Shaofeng just told me
After talking about it, the two of us felt that once the disaster worsened, it would likely have an impact on our raw materials. You must know that our products are very dependent on starch, and starch happens to be extracted from grain. If the flood expands and affects grain production, it will inevitably be affected.
It affects us."
"Dad, isn't it? Even if the floods have an impact, there should be no problem with the food supply. After all, it's already 1991. If it had been ten years earlier, the impact might still have happened." Lu Shaofeng took the words directly.
After saying this, Lu Ming's face turned green. He tried his best to help his son, but this silly boy still wanted to be in the limelight. He wanted to ask, did you grow up eating shit?
"Boss Lu, please sit down." Zheng Jiayu ignored Lu Shaofeng at all, treating him as if he were nothing. Seeing Lu Ming sit down, she said: "This time the problem is very serious. Boss Lu only explained one aspect.
, and another aspect is the issue of time. It has been more than half a year since the beginning of winter last year. This is a gap period in grain production in East China. Every household consumes its own food rations.
That is to say, if we are hit by a disaster this year and cannot have a good harvest, let alone our enterprises, even the people's food rations will be seriously affected. Even if there is assistance from the state and society, it will not be able to help the enterprises."
Zheng Jiayu's words made everyone break out in cold sweat. Even Lu Shaofeng was a little scared and whispered: "Will it reach that point?"
"Haha." Zheng Jiayu sneered disdainfully: "Don't think that just because you are rich, the whole world can have enough to eat and drink. Nowadays, there are still many places in China that cannot afford to eat, even if we, the people in East China, have enough food.
There is enough food, but if a disaster occurs, who will take out the food and sell it to us?"
Lu Shaofeng looked embarrassed at these words, and Lu Ming also kicked him with his foot, which meant, stop talking.
"Ms. Zheng, if there is a flood, it will affect our market."
"More than just the impact, if there is a flood, we won't even be able to produce products."
"Damn it, we haven't even made back our capital now. After more than two months of hard work, do we still have to lose money? It would be better to sell Westward Journey products in the first place."
"Yes, if we sell Westward Journey products, we will earn at least 1,800 yuan in the past two months. If we don't make this money, we will still have to pay for it. The most important thing is that we have offended Li Siwen."
"I said at the beginning that this business would not work."
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Everyone talked and began to shirk their responsibilities. Some people even complained quietly. The organization that had shared the same enemy before collapsed in an instant.
"Shut up!" Lu Ming stood up angrily and said harshly: "How can you do business without losing money? You only lose a small amount, while Miss Zheng and I only lose a big amount, not to mention that we haven't lost money yet.
When there is a flood, why do we have civil strife?"
Lu Ming said, looked at Zheng Jiayu and said: "Miss Zheng, please come up with an idea."
Zheng Jiayu's face was a bit ugly. Everyone's accusations made her finally feel the feeling of being on the verge of failure. It was not pleasant. It was not until Lu Ming's voice that she relaxed a lot.
"For the current plan, there are only two ways. The first is to collect the grain, and the second is to find the director of the grain station and ask him to transfer all the grain reserves to us." Zheng Jiayu said.
"Don't think about the first method. Li Siwen has basically taken away all the grain in Caozhou." After Lu Ming finished speaking, he looked at Jiang Zhentao and said, "But at the grain station, we can use your relationship."
Jiang Zhentao was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "Don't worry, my classmate is the director of the grain station. We have a life-long friendship. I will go and get rid of him tomorrow."
"If the food at the grain station can be used by us, the problem will definitely be solved." Zheng Jiayu said and looked at Jiang Zhentao: "It is best to give us reliable news before tomorrow night."
"Okay." Jiang Zhentao nodded confidently.
After the conference dispersed, the merchants who left the club were still chatting quietly. Naturally, everyone's topics still revolved around everything that happened today, and the Li Siwen who made them a little scared.
If everyone thought that Li Siwen's food exchange was forced, now everyone has to re-examine this issue.
Is this a blind cat encountering a dead mouse, or is it premeditated?
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At ten o'clock in the evening, Li Siwen returned to the factory. Chang Hai, who was lying on the sofa, sat up as soon as he entered the office.
"Why haven't you slept yet?" Li Siwen asked curiously.
"Editor-in-chief Lu has called me several times and said that I have something urgent to do with you," Chang Hai reminded.