Rebirth with a Space to Counterattack and Abuse the Scumbag

“Milan, the fashion capital.” The man gestured invitingly. “I’m Jack, your manager at the Italian branch.” I nodded and followed Jack out of the airport.

Milan at night is ablaze with neon lights, bustling with traffic, and filled with the mingled aromas of coffee and perfume.

But I had no time to appreciate the exotic scenery; instead, I felt as if a huge rock was pressing on my heart.

The towering buildings, standing side by side, seemed to me like silent giants, showing me the cruelty of this market and the intensity of competition.

I couldn't help but frown, my palms sweating slightly.

The people around me were speaking languages ​​I couldn't understand and walking quickly, which made me feel an invisible pressure.

Over the next few days, I began the process of registering the company.

However, things were far more complicated than I had imagined.

At the local government office, I met Mary, who was in charge of the approval process.

She was stern and unsmiling, and made a series of tedious demands, from the company's articles of association to financial statements, leaving no detail unattended.

What worries me even more is that Mary said the approval process would take at least three months.

"Three months?" I could hardly believe my ears, my voice trembling with urgency. "That's way too long! We've already booked the exhibition space; if we can't register on time, it will cause huge losses." Mary pushed up her glasses, her tone cold and rigid: "Ms. Miao, this is our policy, and every company must abide by it. If you have any questions, you can consult our legal counsel." I took a deep breath, trying to suppress my anxiety, my fingers gripping the document bag tightly until my knuckles turned white.

“Ms. Mary, I know the rules are like this, but our situation is special…” I tried to explain, attempting to persuade her to expedite the approval process.

A tense atmosphere filled the office. I felt my heart beating faster and faster, and my palms getting increasingly sweaty.

At this moment, the office door was pushed open...

The office door was pushed open, and a gust of cold air rushed in, carrying the distinctive fragrance of Milan.

A middle-aged woman walked in, dressed in a suit, holding a folder in her hand, with a confident and composed expression.

She walked towards me with a smile: "Ms. Miao, hello. I'm Linda, your overseas market consultant. It seems you've already started negotiating with government officials; that's very efficient."

I nodded politely in response, “Ms. Linda, thank you for coming so quickly. Yes, we need to resolve the approval issue as soon as possible, otherwise the company will face many difficulties.” Linda smiled slightly, her voice gentle yet professional, “Don’t worry, I will do my best to help you. But I must remind you that the policies and culture here are very different, and it will take time to adapt.”

My conversation with Linda temporarily eased my tension, but Mary's indifferent attitude still made me uneasy.

After leaving the government office, I decided to check out the company's office environment first, since I had only seen photos before.

Jack led me to his new office in the city center.

The luxurious decor and modern office equipment were eye-catching, but I still couldn't bring myself to look closely, because the heavy weight in my heart hadn't lessened.

“Miss Miao, this is your office.” Jack pushed open a door, revealing an elegantly decorated interior with bright sunlight streaming through large windows.

I went inside, put down the file bag I was holding, and looked around.

A brand-new computer sits on the desk, surrounded by various folders and office supplies.

I picked up a cup of freshly brewed coffee, took a small sip, and the bitter taste filled my mouth, seemingly reflecting the anxiety in my heart.

At that moment, the office door was pushed open again, and a young man walked in.

He was dressed casually, with a slightly lazy look in his eyes and a carefree smile on his lips.

Jack introduced, "Miss Miao, this is Tom, one of our local employees."

Tom nodded slightly and said slowly, "Hello, Miss Miao. You look a little tired. Was the trip tiring?"

I forced a smile, trying to hide my displeasure: "Thank you for your concern, Tom. You're a little late today, aren't you?"

Tom shrugged nonchalantly: "There's a bit of traffic. You know how traffic is in Milan."

I sighed helplessly, my eyes revealing disappointment.

The atmosphere in the office became oppressive, and even the sunlight outside the window seemed to dim.

But instead of criticizing him, I calmly said, "Tom, I know you may still have some doubts and reservations about our company. But I want you to see our prospects, understand our goals, and know what we expect from you."

After I finished speaking, I opened my laptop and showed a carefully prepared PowerPoint presentation.

On the screen, the company’s vision and goals are presented one by one, with every detail carefully considered.

Tom's eyes gradually became serious. He stopped what he was doing and listened carefully to my explanation.

A novel atmosphere permeated the room, as if an invisible force was slowly changing something.

"Tom, I sincerely hope you can become a member of our team and create a bright future together." I said gently, but firmly.

The atmosphere in the office gradually eased, Tom's

He nodded slowly, his voice low and firm: "I will consider it, Miss Miao."

Tom's answer showed me the change in his attitude, and the corners of my mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly. A weight was finally lifted from my heart.

Sunlight streamed into the office through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, filling the room with warmth.

The air was filled with the aroma of coffee, as well as a sense of ease and hope.

I felt as if a huge burden had been lifted off my shoulders, and I felt completely relaxed.

“I hope you can truly integrate into our group, Tom,” I said with a smile, my tone sincere and encouraging.

Jack smiled with satisfaction, as if he could see a bright future for the company.

I opened my laptop and started working on today's documents. Tom also voluntarily sat back down at his seat and began to carefully review the work.

He was no longer the lazy man he used to be; his eyes had become focused and serious.

Seeing his transformation filled me with joy.

Just as I was basking in this relief, my phone suddenly rang. It was a text message from Linda, her tone urgent: "Ms. Miao, the situation is bad! A local media outlet published news that is detrimental to our company, saying that we are a fraudulent company and that our products have quality problems!"

My brows furrowed, my heart sank, and a surge of anger welled up from the depths of my soul, rushing straight to my head.

I clenched my fist tightly, my nails digging deep into my flesh, and my palms were slightly sweaty.

I felt a violent heaving in my chest, and my breathing became rapid.

This Ellie is so despicable, she directly smeared me in the media, trying to bankrupt my fledgling company.

I quickly turned on my computer and checked the link Linda had sent.

What caught my eye was a series of glaring headlines, full of malice and slander, and the various false accusations made me furious.

Every word on the screen felt like a sharp blade, piercing my nerves.

I looked up, took a deep breath, and tried to calm the anger inside me.

The sunlight outside the window was still bright, but at that moment it seemed particularly dazzling to me.

The atmosphere in the entire office became oppressive because of this news.

I turned to look at Jack; his face was also pale, and fine beads of sweat were forming on his forehead.

A sense of tension and unease filled the air, as if a storm was about to break.

“Jack, contact the best lawyers here immediately, and set up a public relations team right away!” My voice was deep and powerful, with an undeniable firmness in my tone.

I must fight back; I absolutely cannot let Ellie's scheme succeed.

I picked up the phone, dialed Gong Lin's number, and said in an unprecedentedly serious tone, "Gong Lin, help me investigate someone..."

I hung up the phone and my fingers flew across the keyboard as I quickly gathered information about Ellie.

In the internet age, information spreads at an astonishing speed, but at the same time, it also leaves me with clues for a counterattack.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before I discovered that Ellie had close ties with David's company, and that her reporting was not an independent act, but rather she was acting under someone's instructions.

With the evidence irrefutable, I immediately instructed the newly formed legal team to draft the litigation documents, while the public relations team also began preparing a clarification statement.

I will make Ellie pay for what she has done.

A few days later, in court, Ellie stood pale-faced in the dock, her former arrogance completely gone.

Faced with irrefutable evidence, she had no choice but to admit that she had been instructed to fabricate facts and damage our company's reputation.

The moment the judge announced the verdict, I felt the pent-up frustration in my chest finally dissipate, and a sense of relief welled up inside me.

Ellie was ordered to issue a public apology and bear corresponding legal responsibility.

When Ellie's apology statement was published in major media outlets, I stared at her pale and powerless words on the screen and a cold smile curled at the corner of my mouth.

I won this battle!

In the office, everyone was beaming with joy, the previous gloom completely gone.

Everyone high-fived each other in celebration, and a victorious atmosphere filled the air.

Sunlight streamed through the glass window, making it exceptionally warm.

I put down the documents in my hand, rubbed my slightly sore eyes, and let out a long breath.

Although this incident has been resolved, I know that this is only the beginning.

I turned on my computer again and looked at the information about David Company on the screen.

Mary took all the blame and did not reveal that David's company had bribed her. He believed that he was still hiding behind the scenes and would not give up easily. He must be brewing a new conspiracy.

"Knock, knock, knock—" There was a knock on the office door, and Jack walked in, his expression somewhat grave: "Ms. Miao, we've received information that David's company is colluding with other businesses to prepare a blockade against us..."

"Is that so?" I said slowly, my tone calm, as if I had expected all of this. The next moment, I suddenly stood up, walked to the window, looked at the rows of buildings in the distance, and said, "Since they want to play, then let's play along."