Qin Feng was easier to deal with. His cosmetic surgery company was small to begin with, so he had lost less. Besides, he was Qin Lingling's older brother. Though Qin Lingling held a grudge against him, he went to her to complain and managed to get a few million more, which let him keep the company afloat for the time being.
Wang Ruizhi's new company was in a more precarious position. To seize the market quickly, he had mortgaged his property when he decided to invest more. If the company had been making good profits, that wouldn't have mattered. But now that it was in crisis, he had no choice but to mortgage the company too, using the loan to keep it running.
Wang Ruizhi and Qin Feng's companies were now facing much the same situation. If they couldn't find new sales channels, their companies would eventually go under, and all their previous investments would be lost.
So Wang Ruizhi and Qin Feng, both nearly fifty, had no choice but to get involved personally. They took some salespeople along to wine and dine clients, singing and drinking with them—just like Na Wei and Jiang Shan had done back in the day.
Going out to drum up business in person was quite different from being a boss, and attending banquets in those two roles was different, too.
In the past, both men had understood the importance of marketing and sales. Still, they'd felt that since they'd made money and received bonuses, it was only natural for the company to fire them once they got older.
But after going out to drum up business themselves, they finally understood how miserable it was.
Let's leave Qin Feng aside and focus on Wang Ruizhi. He'd spent a fortune getting in touch with a major