The shopkeepers of the "Changfeng" rice number, the rice factory and the directors of the flour mill received a notice from Lao Ling early in the morning, at 9:00 this morning.

Must arrive!

Otherwise, it will not be used in the future.

In the current situation of the "Changfeng" rice number, it is still possible to issue orders in such a harsh tone, which shows that it is really at the critical moment of life and death.

Everyone was circulating privately, seeing how long Xie Hongxiu could last, and there was no other good way to survive except selling some stores and surviving with a tail.

But now there are stores, and no one wants to be cut off.

The salary of the "Changfeng" rice shop to every branch shop owner is still very high, which is enough for them to maintain a very decent life.

Moreover, many of them are elderly people who have been with Lu Changfeng for more than ten years. Most of these people hope that Xie Hongxiu will continue to take charge and manage. When the Lu family comes, they can only defeat the "Changfeng" rice number.

Over the years, the unfilial descendants of the Lu family have defeated many of their ancestors. If it weren't for some people in the Lu family who had tried their best to support it, the Lu family, a big tree that had been damaged from the inside to the outside, would have fallen out long ago.

The "Changfeng" rice shop fell into the hands of the Lu family, but it was afraid that it would close down soon. Perhaps the Lu family would buy it at a good price and continue to squander it.

And what are the lives and deaths of the workers who live on the "Changfeng" rice shop?

In fact, except for those children of the Lu family who are lazy and suck bones and marrow, the workers and shopkeepers who work do not want the "Changfeng" rice shop to fall.

In this world, how difficult is it to find another job that can support your family?

"Old Zhou, you are here too!"

"Yes, I received the news that I didn't sleep well all night, and I don't know if my wife has made a decision?"

"So too. I am at this age. I thought I would work in the rice quota until I retire, and then go home to have fun with my grandchildren. Who knows Mr. Changfeng..."

"Have you heard that something big has been announced today?" A head squeezed in.

"Old Sun, why are you like a monkey?" Old Zhou laughed and teased, "Do you have any insider information? Are you close to Manager Ling?"

"No, Lao Ling's voice is more stressful than anyone else now. I went to his house to drink yesterday, but he didn't say anything." The thin monkey-like guy was the director of the rice factory in the "Changfeng" rice factory.

Seven or eight people came one after another!

Everyone gathered together to talk until someone from the Lu family came in. The people who had just gathered to chat disperse one by one and found their own seats and sat down.

The Lu family of "Changfeng" rice number is quite a lot, and the management accounts for almost one-third, most of them are store managers and the like. These people don't understand the production.

Therefore, every time you hold a meeting, the seats are basically arranged according to the arrangements of the Lu family and the Fei Lu family, and everyone sits opposite each other, clearly distinguishing them.

The Lu family has the highest position in the "Changfeng" rice number, Lu Yuanqing, the shopkeeper (manager) of the main store in Zhabei District. In terms of seniority, he is still Lu Changfeng's clan uncle.

Then there are some Lu family members who were divided, some of whom were surnamed Lu, and some were sons-in-law of the Lu family, and they all regarded them as Lu family members, and their interests were the same.

The Changfeng rice number has about 30 stores of all sizes in Shanghai, divided into three major regions, Zhabei, Public Concession and Nanshi. The Changfeng rice number in the French Concession has never been transferred because there is a "Wanfeng" rice shop there. This "Wanfeng" rice shop is too big and almost monopolizes the grain business in the French Concession. Others cannot compete because his boss is Wan Molin, the housekeeper of Boss Du, the underground emperor of Shanghai.

There are also branches of the "Changfeng" rice in the surrounding cities, including Zhenjiang, Huzhou, Zhejiang, and about twenty stores.

There are also more stores that sell "Changfeng" rice and "Changfeng" flour, and they go wholesale, but now this part has been stopped.

Because the rice and flour produced by the "Changfeng" factory is only enough for its own stores, and sometimes the supply of the stores is not enough, so it can only close down temporarily.

The rice shop "Changfeng" in the public concession is also ranked first, followed by Nanshi, Zhabei is the last, because Zhabei resumed operations after undergoing a large bombing of the Japanese army.

The largest area is the public concession, which is directly under Lao Ling's jurisdiction. Zhabei is the territory of the Lu family. Nanshi is mixed with fish and dragons and fierce competition. It is also the location of Lao Shanghai County. It is impossible to dominate the market. It is impossible to have a place in it, which shows the strength of the "Changfeng" Rice Number.

Of course, when it comes to the entire Shanghai beach, the strength of the "Changfeng" rice number is only medium-level, and there are more powerful rice stores than him.

However, "Changfeng" is self-produced and sold, and its reputation in this industry is quite good.

This is a high-quality asset, otherwise Chen Miao would not have talked with Xie Hongxiu in person. If he wins the "Changfeng" rice number, it will be much more cost-effective than integrating the sporadic acquisition of rice factories, flour factories and sales stores.

"All are here?" Lu Yuanqing walked into the conference room of the main account surrounded by four or five members of the Lu family. He was covered in water lake blue satin and a huge jade ring on the ring finger of his right and left hand. He looked very dazzling. He was a folding fan of Xiangfei bamboo. He looked like the look of being elegant and pampering.

"Qingmaster."

Lu Changfeng is here. Even if Lu Yuanqing is the first generation, it is not his turn to pretend to be big like this. Now it is different. Once Lu Changfeng dies, he will become the number one figure in the Lu family's "Changfeng" rice number. Even when facing Xie Hongxiu, the head of the company, he will scold him as much as he wants, without showing any mercy, just as if the "Changfeng" rice number is his.

Lu Yuanqing walked to his seat and sat down, closed the folding fan in his hand, and hummed: "Where is Xie Hongxiu, she summoned everyone today, why haven't she arrived yet?"

"Uncle, women are different from our men when they go out." A Lu family member next to him said frivolously.

"Rareless, that's your little sister-in-law. How could you speak like this?" Lu Yuanqing scolded, but there was a smile of satisfaction between his eyebrows and eyes.

"Yes, yes, it's a pity that my brother Changfeng is young and went there so early..."

The "Xie" sitting opposite each looked bad. The Lu family clearly came to make trouble. It seems that today's meeting will be a lot of trouble again.

"What's going on? The people on the General Office are becoming less and less arrogant. We are so here that we don't even have to drink a cup of tea?" Lu Yuanqing looked at the bare table and there was nothing, and his eyes immediately turned and started to appear.

It is indeed a bit unusual today. No one has prepared tea for them, which would never have happened before.

The "Changfeng" rice number will not be available even with a cup of tea.

"Who, Xiao Ling, where did you go?" As soon as Lu Yuanqing said, the Lu family's child next to him immediately slapped the table and stood up, shouting.

Xiao Ling is not Lao Ling's son, but Lao Ling's nephew. Lao Ling has no son and only has a daughter, and she is still in the boudoir.

Xiao Ling is not considered adopted, but Lao Ling plans to train him to take over his position. As for his shares in the "Changfeng" Rice No. 1, it will be left to his daughter.

He doesn't seem to want to find a son-in-law to pick up his shift. He may not be optimistic about the future of the "Changfeng" rice number and does not want to tie his daughter's life to the Lu family.

"Here, come..." After shouting three times, a young man in a blue jacket came in from outside, his forehead covered with sweat.

After coming in, he bowed to everyone in the room and said hello, and finally his eyes fell on Lu Yuanqing's face: "Mr. Qing, are you calling me?"

"What do you think, most of the people sitting in the room are your uncles. How do you serve as the hospitality of your main store? On such a hot day, don't you give us a sip of water?" Lu Yuanqing lowered his face and asked.

"Oh, negligent, negligent. I've been busy all morning and I didn't care. I'll make tea for you and you all now." Xiao Ling touched the sweat on his forehead and said hurriedly.

"I just thought of making tea at this time. I think you should stop doing it, let's change people." Lu Yuanqing didn't give Xiao Ling the opportunity to reform himself, and he went straight to attack.

Xiao Ling was stunned, as if she was scared.

"Xiao Wuzi, how about you being the general move?" Lu Yuanqing did not treat himself as an outsider at all, so he arranged it directly.

"That's good." Lu Changwu laughed and agreed directly.

"Lu Yuanqing, isn't this suitable?"

"What's wrong with it? The 'Changfeng' rice number belongs to our Lu family. Whoever we want to be the general move can be the general move? Xiao Wuzi, today you will be the general move." Lu Yuanqing said domineeringly.

"Lu Yuanqing, this 'Changfeng' rice number is still in charge of the wife, General Ling is in charge. You are just a vice president. What qualifications are you to remove Xiao Ling?" The angry rice factory director Chang Sun Jiaxing finally couldn't help it. He slapped the table and stood up, pointed at Lu Yuanqing and asked.

He has a good relationship with Laoqing, and Xiaoling is also his nephew. Seeing Xiaoling being bullied so much, he thought of himself and did not have an attack on the spot.

"Sun Jiaxing, don't you want to do it anymore? Think about your family in our "Changfeng" rice number. If you don't want your family to drink the northwest wind because of the impulse, don't force yourself!" Lu Yuanqing sneered. He was here to grab the shift and power today.

He had no intention of giving Xie Hongxiu and others a chance at all.

He had already received someone's promise that as long as he took the "Changfeng" rice number from Xie Hongxiu, he could not only give him 20% of the shares, but also his position in the future.

With such a great temptation and temptation, Lu Yuanqing gave a try.

"I understand, Lu Yuanqing, you are here today just to drive away your wife and Lao Ling and thus occupy the 'Changfeng' rice number, right?" Sun Jiaxing said sadly and angrily.

"Baozhe, the 'Changfeng' rice number is originally owned by our Lu family, and it's just to take back the things that belong to our Lu family!" Lu Yuanqing snorted coldly.

"Lu Yuanqing, although the 'Changfeng' rice number was founded by President Lu, it did not belong to the Lu family. Everyone in the Lu family knew about this. Moreover, before President Lu left, he had a will that the 'Changfeng' rice number was left for his wife and the young master. There were many people present at that time, and the eldest son and the Lu family were present, and they agreed. When did the 'Changfeng' rice number become the Lu family again?" Lao Zhou, who was in charge of finance, stood up and said a fair word.
Chapter completed!