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Translator:BrightEyes

Editor:Ersted

Wang Lan reacted and whispered to Zhao Buhuan, "Are you perhaps mistaken? This man is a good-for-nothing who relies on his wife all year."

"Shut up. We are talking about business; what do you know?" Zhao Buhuan realized that the dishes had already been served and hurriedly called out, "Let's move the chopsticks, President Lu. Please don't be reserved!"

The two women, Li Jiaoyue and He Zhen, initially brimming with joy, shut their mouths and shot glances at their men. Mr. Zheng and Boss Sun toasted while Zhao Buhuan had a chat with Lu Feng.

They talked about the glass industry. In Zhao Buhuan's eyes, Lu Feng was someone who stood on top of the Hong Kong Island and had seen the world.

Lu Feng knew the direction of the development of the domestic glass industry. In his previous life, he had even visited the largest glass factory in the country: Fuyao Glass.

Lu Feng started talking about the structure of the glass industry, domestic market demand, manufacturing process, supply methods, and the direction in which international glass enterprises will develop.

Chief Zheng, Boss Sun, Section Chief Niu, and even Zhao Buhuan were stunned by Lu Feng’s words; he was just too strong. His vast industrial knowledge and understanding made all of their hearts tremble.

The women did not understand what the group of men talked about, but they were confounded when they saw their husbands, unable to interrupt Lu Feng. On the contrary, President Zhao looked up to Lu Feng with more and more respect.

"CEO Lu, you're a genius. Why don't you come to my place and become my consultant?" Zhao Buhuan looked at Lu Feng and felt an itch in his heart. If he could bring such a talent to his side, it would help him make a massive leap in his business.

"There's no need for that; I have other things to do." Lu Feng smiled, declining politely.

"Let us toast!"

The two clinked their glasses, and Zhao Buhuan lowered his glass. This time, the dinner had become a one-sided discussion between President Zhao and Lu Feng.

The topic was too high-end, and no one else could understand it.

After finishing their meal around 3 p.m., Lu Feng carried Duo Duo down the stairs in his arms. Jiang Xiaoyan followed behind them and looked at the man's generous back. Mixed feelings filled her heart.

"The changes are too great!" She shouted silently.

Jiang Xiaoyan even had a hallucination once: a person who looked exactly like Lu Feng replacing the original Lu Feng; however, she dispelled this thought the moment it appeared.

"How come you know about those things?" Jiang Xiaoyan asked.

Lu Feng acted mysteriously as he looked around and whispered, "I lied to him. Those things are all stories. I can't talk too much; It’ll expose me."

"Ah?" Jiang Xiaoyan unconsciously murmured, then continued, "Then let's get out of here quickly. We don't want to be chased out later."

As they rode home, Duo Duo shouted happily. Today was the best day she ever had. She called, "Daddy, can we eat there every day?"

"Child, do you know how much that table costs? It takes more than a hundred ordinary workers salary of several months.”

"It's fine. I'll work hard to make sure you eat a big meal every day." Lu Feng turned his head to look at Jiang Xiaoyan. She also smiled, "Our days will keep getting better. Have you resigned from the restaurant?"

"Why would I quit the job for half a day? It's a few tens of dollars!" Jiang Xiaoyan rolled her eyes at him and said, "It seems like you're making a lot of money."

Lu Feng parked his motorcycle near the staircase of the unit building and reached into his pocket. He took out 300 dollars and handed it to Jiang Xiaoyan. "Quit it, don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“T-This is a lot of money." Jiang Xiaoyan looked at the money, dazed.

"I'll earn more now onwards. Trust me."

Jiang Xiaoyan hurriedly put away the money. There was nothing that could make her feel happier than this very moment. After four years of marriage, it was the first time her husband had come home with the money he had earned. The feeling filled her heart and made her eyes turn red.

"W-Why are you crying again?" Lu Feng was surprised by the sudden development. He had expected her to give him a wide smile.

"Waa--”

"Why are you crying?!"

"Aiyo, if someone suddenly gave me so much money, I would cry too!" He Yanli's voice echoed from the side.

Lu Feng turned his head and saw He Yanli standing at his side; it made him upset. He did not know when she came downstairs or if she just happened to be standing at the corridor entrance. Jiang Xiaoyan hastily retorted with a hint of anger in her voice, "Go back to your apartment."

"I have to go out for a while. I will be back with you soon. If you don't have anything to do in the afternoon, go out, stroll around with Duo Duo and buy some clothes." Lu Feng said, completely ignoring He Yanli.

Jiang Xiaoyan led Duo Duo upstairs. He Yanli walked over and looked closely at Lu Feng’s face; her intentions were obvious, "Lu Feng, how can I get rich? If it's three hundred dollars a shot, I...."

Before she could finish, Lu Feng turned the motorcycle 180° and speeded away. He passed by his friend’s house and announced, "I'll return your bike by tonight."

He left.

He Yanli was furious. She stomped on the ground and turned to head upstairs.

"Beautiful; she is really beautiful today. Yanli is getting more and more beautiful. I'm getting hot all over." Wu Hongyu walked out to strike a conversation with her.

"Scram, poor bastard!" He Yanli retorted.

When Lu Feng arrived at the workshop, he was shocked by the scene in front of him. There was a long line at the door, and all kinds of vehicles were parked everywhere. A large number of people were squatting there, smoking.

The crowd surrounded Datou. He encountered smiling faces, and his ears were filled with flattering words.

"Big Boss! let me take the next car!"

"That's right. Let me be the one taking it. You have a Datou, and I have a Datou; we were family 500 years ago!"

"What's your name Big Brother?!"

"Have a smoke on me!"

"It's nothing. Don't blame me!"

Datou was not good at socializing and was very confused. Lu Feng pushed aside the crowd, creating space for himself, and asked Datou, "What's the situation?"

"Brother Feng, you're finally here!" Datou rushed over.

"Are you CEO Lu? Can you give me the next car?"

"Boss Lu, others will take two cents; I’ll take only one!"

"I'll only take five percent!"

"Stop it!" Lu Feng shouted at the crowd and pulled Datou aside.

The situation was simple: The rural market is too big. The demand for exchanging grain for canned food was simply exploding. A car of canned food was dispatched and sold out in three hours at most. Every bottle of canned food gave the vendor a commission of two cents; a car of canned food earned more than ten dollars.

Huge profits!

One spread word to ten, ten to a hundred. Whether the workers were into bricklaying or pulling goods, all of them had come. If they could not keep up with the retail, people would take advantage of Datou. Some would stuff cigarettes, some would stuff money, and some would even quietly say that pulling a car would give Datou a 50% rebate.

When the delicate relationship between supply and demand in the market turned upside down, Lu Feng smiled and patted Datou on the shoulder, "The time for us to get rich has come."

"Brother Feng, how can you get rich if you can't produce enough? Also, a group of workers saw a lot of people buying goods from us today and began feeling tired." Datou complained.

"You don't understand the power of capital." Lu Feng smiled without saying a word.

Entering the workshop, whether it was cooking cans or the female workers on the assembly line, their speed was slower than yesterday. Lu Feng did not complain.

Zhou Hao walked over with two packs of Zhonghua cigarettes in his hands and stuffed them into Lu Feng's pocket. He whispered, "CEO Lu, you have to let me take a car today. I'm in charge of this business. I can't forget my brother!"

"Don't worry; you can take a car later. Tomorrow, you can pull as many as you want." Lu Feng said in a low voice.

"Don't tease me; your workers  are already at their limit."

"Why would I open a factory if I can’t even handle its workers?" Lu Feng smiled and stepped out. He rode his motorcycle and headed straight for the job market.

This time, he was full of confidence. When the market opened, there was no lack of money.

A great businessman with an abundance of capital is invincible.

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