Reborn in 1991, I opened supermarkets all over the world.

Although Wei Jun could freely enter and leave New Era's offices, he could not obtain key items such as business licenses, company seals, and contract seals.

Therefore, whenever he needs to use the qualifications of the New Era, he has to go through Lu Zifeng.

He was making money outside, and Lu Zifeng didn't care.

However, Lu Zifeng wanted a share of the profits from making money through New Era.

In fact, Wei Jun had also secretly registered an independent business license, which was also a shell company.

However, in order not to completely sever ties with Lu Zifeng, he would occasionally bring some business to New Era.

Correspondingly, Lu Zifeng would also delegate some tasks to Wei Jun and then share some money with him.

The two are more in a mutually beneficial and interdependent cooperative relationship.

Two handbags stacked together are definitely thicker than a single handbag.

It was the middle of the night, and I thought something urgent had happened, but judging from his tone, the good news wouldn't be too good, and the bad news wouldn't be too bad either.

Lu Zifeng said, "Do whatever you want."

Wei Jun said, "Old Qin was laid off from their factory."

Lu Zifeng was taken aback, then asked, "What's the bad news?"

Wei Jun: "..."

The garment factory in Jiangping County was on the verge of collapse, so it implemented a "restructuring and streamlining" strategy. The aim was to reorganize job positions and eliminate redundant personnel to achieve a reduction in workforce size.

Lu Zifeng did not consider Qin Deshou's dismissal from the garment factory to be bad news.

Some people just need the times to push them.

Break free from your old circle and embrace a brand new world.

"Let's get him over here and have a chat," Lu Zifeng said.

"He'll be here in a few days."

"Fine. I'm asking you what the bad news is?"

"I thought it was bad news that Lao Qin lost his job."

Lu Zifeng was silent for a moment, then asked, "So what's the good news?"

Wei Jun said, "Isn't the Dongxian Supply and Marketing Cooperative holding you hostage? You've been unable to get your hands on Shancheng Cola. Although the Coca-Cola and Pepsi in your mall can replace Shancheng Cola to some extent, these foreign brands are more than twice as expensive, which affects sales and profits. I've solved that for you."

Tell me about it.

"I've already negotiated a deal with the city distributor to get the goods under my company's name."

After thinking about it for a moment, Lu Zifeng realized that, based on his experience running a supermarket in his previous life, this could be considered a case of cross-selling.

If the manufacturer catches them, at best Wei Jun's company will lose its right to purchase goods, and at worst they will face huge fines.

"Don't rush into this. Let me look into the policies first," Lu Zifeng said.

"Okay. If Lao Qin comes to the city, he'll contact you a day in advance." Wei Jun said and hung up the phone.

The next morning, while having breakfast, Lu Zifeng consulted his mother:

"Mom, I have a question for you."

Lu's mother raised an eyebrow, both surprised and delighted.

This kid's made some money lately, acting like he can't keep it all up. I never expected him to ask his old lady for advice.

Lu Zifeng recounted how Chongqing Cola was sold across counties.

Lu's mother said, "In my experience, this doesn't count as parallel importing. Because the manufacturers of Chongqing Cola supply the state-owned sugar and wine companies and supply and marketing cooperatives, which is an administrative allocation based on planned quotas and administrative coordination, rather than commercial agency relationships, and there are no corresponding contractual constraints."

Lu Zifeng gave his mother a thumbs up: "Old ginger is spicier!"

He then called Wei Jun back and agreed to use Wei Jun's company to transfer goods to New Era Self-Service Supermarket.

"I'll let you make five cents on every bottle of Chongqing Cola, any problem?" Lu Zifeng said on the phone.

"Boss Lu, you're not kidding me, are you? I only make four cents per bottle supplying other small businesses. Given our relationship, why would I want to make an extra cent off you?"

Lu Zifeng said, "I won't let those who help me suffer losses. Actually, for me, whether Shancheng Cola can make money and whether it can be sold are two different concepts."

"Thanks then."

It's summer vacation now, and Lu Zifeng is taking Lu Zhenzhen to help out at the mall as a form of social practice, while also rewarding her with some pocket money.

As for Lu Xiaoye, he was left at home to review the key points of his junior high school textbooks. This way, when he was contacted by a tutor, he wouldn't be completely lost.

Upon arriving at the store, Lu Zifeng informed everyone that Chongqing Cola would soon be available in the mall, and everyone was very excited.

Because many customers have already asked about Shancheng Cola.

Although the sales staff would then try to sell Coca-Cola or Pepsi, the price was twice as high, and parents were reluctant to pay.

Of course, they wouldn't talk about money, but rather that the ingredients in Chongqing Cola contain traditional Chinese medicine ingredients such as white peony root, angelica root, and rehmannia root, which are beneficial to health.

Foreign cola is pure garbage.

In fact, it is true.

However, in order to learn from the advanced management experience of multinational companies, Shancheng Cola formed a joint venture with Pepsi, but was subsequently sidelined by Pepsi, and all of its market channels were seized by Pepsi.

You want his interest, he wants your principal.

That's roughly the case.

After a short busy morning, around noon, Qiao Ling asked Lu Zifeng what he wanted to eat.

Lu Zifeng said, "Ask them. I'm not eating at the restaurant for lunch today."

There are usually only three to five people in the mall, and lunchtime is a relatively busy time, so Lu Zifeng simply ordered lunch and dinner from Chef Wang every day.

Back when a plate of twice-cooked pork cost only one or two yuan, it was just a simple meal that cost only a few yuan, yet it also fostered camaraderie among the employees.

Lu Zifeng made an appointment with Qi Bo at noon.

When he was auctioning the warehouse, he promised Qi Bo that he would help him make a fortune.

Of course, this "large" is only relative.

The two found another restaurant with private rooms, and after sitting down, they poured tea and exchanged pleasantries.

Lu Zifeng asked with a smile, "Boss Qi, did you get the canned goods after you helped Su Min rig the bidding last time?"

He's really bringing up the very thing he doesn't want to talk about.

Su Min had never intended to keep her promise, especially since she hadn't even taken over the warehouse yet and was already seething with anger.

When Qi Bo went to the cannery to ask Zhou Hai for the goods, even Zhou Hai didn't give him a friendly look.

Lu Zifeng laughed and said, "That's why the partners are more important than the projects we work on."

Qi Bo shook his head and sighed, then asked Lu Zifeng, "You said you'd let Uncle make a big profit, how?"

Lu Zifeng pointed in the direction of his shopping mall and said, "If you want any of the goods in my mall, I'll sell them all to you at a discount. I won't make a single penny."

Qi Bo stared blankly at Lu Zifeng, mouth agape: "Are you sure?"

Although Boss Qi started his business early, he has always operated on a small scale due to limited funds and vision, relying on a three-wheeled vehicle to travel between towns and villages.

However, his product range is limited, and he is not competitive in terms of price. Small shops and stores in towns and villages will not all get their goods from him, so he can never scale up his business.

As the market opened up and more and more businesses started doing business, Qi Bo not only failed to make progress, but his market space was also squeezed by others.

This is also the fundamental reason why he was so eager to obtain the quota for the Dongxian Canned Food Factory.