The shopkeeper of Changfeng's rice number and the directors of the rice mill and flour mill received Lao Ling's notice early in the morning, at nine o'clock this morning.

Must arrive!

Otherwise, it won't be used in the future.

In the current situation of the "Changfeng" rice number, it can still give orders in such a stern tone, which shows that it is really a matter of life and death.

Everyone is privately spreading that to see how long Xie Hongxiu can last, the liquidity is gone, and there seems to be no other way than selling some stores and surviving.

But now that there are stores, no one wants to be laid off.

The salary of the "Changfeng" rice store to each branch manager is still very high, which is enough for them to maintain a fairly decent life.

And many of them are old people who have followed Lu Changfeng for more than ten years, most of these people hope that Xie Hongxiu will continue to be in charge and operate, and the Lu family can only defeat the "Changfeng" rice number.

Over the years, the unscrupulous descendants of the Lu family have lost many of their ancestors' industries, and if it weren't for the Lu family's efforts and some people to support them, the Lu family's big tree that has been damaged from the inside out would have fallen down long ago.

The "Changfeng" rice shop fell into the hands of the Lu family, but I am afraid that it will close down in a short time, maybe the Lu family will buy it at a good price and continue to squander.

And what do the workers who live by the "Changfeng" rice shop do to them?

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

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

"Lao Zhou, you're here too!"

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

"Me too, I'm so old, I wanted to work in Mihao until I retired, and then go home and make fun of my grandson, who knows how Young Master Changfeng ......"

"Have you heard, there's something big to announce today?" A head squeezed in.

"Old Sun, why are you like a monkey?" Lao Zhou laughed and teased, "Do you have inside information, and you have a close relationship with Ling Da's shopkeeper?" ”

"What's the matter, Lao Lingtou's tone is tighter than anyone else's now, I went to his house to drink yesterday, and he didn't say anything." The skinny monkey-like guy is the director of the rice factory of the "Changfeng" rice number.

Seven or eight people came one after another!

Everyone gathered to talk until someone from the Lu family came in, and the people who had gathered to chat just now dispersed one by one, and each found their own place and sat down.

There are a lot of Lu family members of "Changfeng" rice, and the management accounts for almost one-third, most of them are store managers and the like, and these people don't understand production at all.

Therefore, every time there is a meeting, basically the seats are arranged according to the Lu family and the non-Lu family, and everyone is sitting opposite each other, and there is a clear distinction.

The Lu family's highest position in the "Changfeng" rice number is Lu Yuanqing, the shopkeeper (manager) of the Zhabei District head office, and in terms of seniority, he is still Lu Changfeng's uncle.

Then there are some Lu family members who are separated, some are surnamed Lu, and some are sons-in-law of the Lu family, all of whom are regarded as the Lu family, and their interests are one.

"Changfeng" rice number in Shanghai has a total of about 30 large and small stores, divided into three regions, Zhabei, the public concession and the south city, the French Concession "Changfeng" rice number has not been able to enter, because there is a "Wanfeng" rice shop there, this "Wanfeng" rice shop is too big, almost monopolized the French Concession grain business, others can not compete, because his boss is Wan Molin, the housekeeper of the underground emperor Du Boss in Shanghai.

There are also branches of "Changfeng" rice in surrounding cities, the farthest Zhenjiang, Huzhou in Zhejiang, and about 20 in total.

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

Because the rice and flour produced by the "Changfeng" factory are only enough for its own store, and even the supply of the store is sometimes not taken care of, so it can only be temporarily closed.

The "Changfeng" rice shop in the public concession is also considered to be the top in the ranking, then Nanshi, and Zhabei is the last, because Zhabei has experienced the bombing of the Japanese army, and it has resumed business one after another.

The largest area is the public concession, which is under the direct jurisdiction of Lao Ling, Zhabei is the territory of the Lu family, the south of the city is mixed, the competition is fierce, and it is the location of the old Shanghai County, it is impossible to dominate the market, and it is impossible to have a place in it, which shows the strength of the "Changfeng" rice number.

Of course, in the entire Shanghai Beach, the strength of the "Changfeng" rice number is only of a medium level, and there are more strong rice lines 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 to Xie Hongxiu in person, and winning the "Changfeng" rice number is much more cost-effective than the sporadic acquisition of rice mills, flour mills and sales stores.

"All here?" Lu Yuanqing walked into the conference room of the general number surrounded by four or five Lu family members, dressed in lake blue satin, with a huge jade ring on the ring finger of his right and left hand, looking dazzling.

"Mr. Qing."

Lu Changfeng is here, even if Lu Yuanqing is a generation older, it will not be his turn to pretend to be big like this, now it is different, as soon as Lu Changfeng dies, he will become the well-deserved number one person of the Lu family in the "Changfeng" rice number. Even in the face of Xie Hongxiu, the person in charge, he scolded whenever he wanted, and he was ruthless at all, as if this "Changfeng" rice number was his.

Lu Yuanqing walked to his place and sat down, closed the folding fan in his hand, and snorted: "Xie Hongxiu, she summoned everyone over today, why hasn't her own people arrived yet?" ”

"Uncle, women are different from us men when they go out." The Lu family next to him said lightly.

"Presumptuous, that's your sister-in-law, how can you talk like that?" Lu Yuanqing reprimanded, but there was a satisfied smile between his eyebrows.

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

The "Xie" department sitting opposite looked unsightly, the Lu family was clearly here to make trouble, it seems that today's meeting is going to have twists and turns again.

"What's the matter, the people here are getting more and more disagreeable, we people are here, and we don't even have a cup of tea?" Lu Yuanqing looked at the bare table with nothing, and suddenly his eyes turned sideways and he had a seizure.

Indeed, today's meeting will be a bit unusual, there is no one to prepare tea for them, which would never have happened before.

"Changfeng" rice will not even be able to supply a cup of tea.

"Who, Xiao Ling, where did you go?" As soon as Lu Yuanqing spoke, the nearest Lu family disciple on the side immediately patted the table and stood up, shouting.

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

Xiao Ling is not considered a succession, but Lao Ling plans to train him to take over his position, and as for his stake in the "Changfeng" rice number, it is still reserved for his daughter.

He doesn't seem to want to find a son-in-law to take over his class, maybe he is not optimistic about the future of "Changfeng" rice, and he doesn't want to tie his daughter's life to the Lu family.

"Coming, coming......" shouted three times, and a young man in a blue coat came in from outside, beads of sweat on his forehead.

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

"What do you say, most of the people in this room are your uncles, how do you entertain the head office, don't you give us a sip of water to drink on such a hot day?" Lu Yuanqing lowered his face and asked.

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

"At this time, I thought of making tea, I think you don't want to do this trick, let's change people." Lu Yuanqing didn't give Xiao Ling a chance to reform at all, and directly attacked.

Xiao Ling was stunned, as if she was frightened.

"Xiao Wuzi, how about you come to be the chief move?" Lu Yuanqing didn't regard himself as an outsider at all, and arranged it directly.

"That's a good idea." Lu Changwu grinned and agreed directly.

"Lu Yuanqing, this is not appropriate, right?"

"What's inappropriate, the 'Changfeng' rice number is our Lu family, who does our Lu family want to be the general move, who can be the head move, Xiao Wuzi, you will be the head trick today." Lu Yuanqing said arrogantly.

"Lu Yuanqing, this 'Changfeng' rice number is still in charge of the family, President Ling is in charge, you are just a vice president, what qualifications do you have to remove Xiao Ling?" Sun Jiaxing, the head of the grumpy rice factory, finally couldn't help it, slapped the table and stood up, pointed at Lu Yuanqing and asked.

He has a good relationship with the elderly, Xiao Ling is also his son and nephew, seeing Xiao Ling being bullied like this, he thought of himself, and he didn't have a seizure on the spot.

"Sun Jiaxing, don't you want to do it, think about your family in our 'Changfeng' rice number, if you don't want the family to drink the northwest wind because of the impulse, don't be strong!" Lu Yuanqing sneered, he came to seize power today.

There was no intention to give Xie Hongxiu and these people a chance at all.

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

Such a big lure of interest. Confused, Lu Yuanqing, who was worth it, let it go.

"I understand, Lu Yuanqing, you came today to get rid of Madam and Lao Ling, so as to occupy the 'Changfeng' rice number, right?" Sun Jiaxing said sadly.

"Occupy, the 'Changfeng' rice number was originally our Lu family, this is just to get back what belongs to our Lu family!" Lu Yuanqing snorted coldly.

"Lu Yuanqing, although the 'Changfeng' rice number was founded by Mr. Lu, it does not belong to the Lu family, which is known to the Lu family from top to bottom, and before Mr. Lu left, there was a will, the 'Changfeng' rice number was left to the wife and the little son, there were many people present at the time, and the eldest prince and the Lu family were present, and they also 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.

"Lao Zhou, this is the Lu family's family matter, it's better for you to be an outsider, otherwise, you will be the same as Sun Jiaxing." Lu Yuanqing didn't explain at all, and threatened directly.