Rebirth with a Space to Counterattack and Abuse the Scumbag

"A blockade? Heh, they really can't wait." I sneered, turned around, went back to my desk, and pulled out a chair to sit down.

The fingertips tapped rhythmically on the smooth tabletop, producing a crisp "tap-tap" sound, each tap seeming to strike the hearts of those self-important fellows.

Jack stood there, nervously wiping the sweat from his brow, looking at me with a hint of awe.

After spending these past few days together, he has come to a complete understanding that this young Miss Miao is not as simple as she appears on the surface.

She possesses an unfathomable courage that allows her to calmly handle even the greatest crises.

I ignored Jack's cautiousness and instead turned on my computer to carefully read the boycott statement issued by David Company in conjunction with other companies.

The cold words on the screen, however, became dancing musical notes in my eyes, weaving their self-righteous conspiracy.

I smiled slightly, revealing a confident expression, then picked up a pen and quickly scribbled on a blank sheet of paper, my mind already racing.

The others in the office, sensing the powerful aura emanating from me, quieted down and went about their work.

The air was filled with a tense yet spirited atmosphere.

"Knock knock knock!" The office door was knocked again, and Linda walked in in high heels, a professional smile on her face, holding a thick document in her hand.

"Ms. Miao, based on your current situation, I have developed a detailed market expansion plan." She placed the document in front of me, her tone light and cheerful, as if she had everything under control.

I didn't rush to open the file, but instead looked up at her calmly.

“Ms. Linda, you are the best consultant in this industry, and I have always admired you.” I paused, then changed my tone, “But isn’t your fee a bit too high?”

Linda's smile froze for a moment, then returned to normal. She sat gracefully in the chair opposite me, her posture confident.

“Ms. Miao, you should understand that my experience and value are commensurate with my fees. This is absolutely the best solution to help you break into overseas markets.”

"The best solution?" I picked up the document and quickly flipped through it.

The text is filled with enticing promises, and the various data and charts appear flawless, almost without any faults.

But my doubts only grew stronger.

“Ms. Linda, may I ask you a few questions?” I put down the documents and stared at her sharply.

A hint of unease flashed across Linda's face again, but she smiled slightly and said, "Of course, Miss Miao, please go ahead."

"Why is the budget for this plan so much higher than I expected?" I didn't mince words and directly raised my question.

Linda's smile faded slightly. She looked at me, a hint of displeasure flashing in her eyes, but her tone remained calm: "Ms. Miao, the risks and costs in overseas markets are very high. To ensure the success of the plan, we need sufficient financial support."

I leaned forward slightly, looking directly into Linda's eyes, and said in a calm but firm tone: "I understand the risks and costs, but I believe even more that there is an optimal solution to everything, rather than relying on money to build it up."

I picked up my pen and started drawing circles on Linda's proposal. My fingertips traced over the exquisite charts, but they felt like elaborate traps.

“While this promotional channel has a wide reach, it is also extremely costly, and the results are not necessarily ideal. It would be better to switch to online word-of-mouth marketing, which would reduce costs by half and potentially yield better results.” I pointed out the flaws without reservation, my tone firm and leaving no room for argument.

Linda's smile vanished completely, replaced by a look of astonishment.

She picked up the plan that I had scribbled all over again and looked at it carefully.

I didn't interrupt her, but continued to share my thoughts: "This logistics solution relies too heavily on traditional channels, which is not only inefficient but also very costly. We can consider partnering with local warehousing companies to build our own logistics system. This would not only reduce costs but also allow us to better control logistics information."

My voice wasn't loud, but it resonated clearly throughout the office.

Everyone looked at me in surprise, and even Linda, who was initially somewhat unconvinced, slowly revealed a shocked expression.

I could feel the change in her eyes, from initial disdain to her current seriousness; she was finally beginning to take my abilities seriously.

“Ms. Miao, what you said makes a lot of sense.” Linda put down the proposal, her tone now tinged with admiration. She looked into my eyes, as if reassessing my worth.

"I didn't expect you to have such profound insights into overseas markets."

I smiled confidently, a slight upturn at the corners of my mouth.

An atmosphere of complete control permeated the conference room, filled with confidence and a sense of joy.

I understand that I have successfully turned the situation around, and those who wanted to see me fail are destined to be disappointed.

Just then, Jack dejectedly pushed open the office door, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his voice trembling slightly: "Miss Miao, I...I messed up."

"What's wrong?" I suppressed my displeasure and tried my best to keep my tone calm.

Jack stammered, "The client I was working with was snatched away by David Company. They offered better terms, and..." Jack's voice trailed off, becoming almost inaudible.

I took a deep breath and tried to control my emotions.

I know that Jack's mistake was not intentional; he had tried his best, but he just wasn't good enough.

However, this failure also made me realize that I must be more demanding of myself and my team.

"I understand, Jack. You should go back and rest for a bit." My voice sounded calm, but carried a subtle hint of detachment.

Jack opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing and left the office with his head down.

As I watched Jack's departing figure, a vague unease crept into my heart.

I turned my head and looked at Gong Lin, who was looking at me with a complicated expression.

"How do you plan to handle this matter?" Gong Lin's voice was deep and powerful.

I didn't answer immediately, but slowly stood up, walked to the French windows, and gazed into the distance.

Outside the window, the afterglow of the setting sun bathed the entire city in a golden hue, yet it could not conceal the undercurrents surging in the air.

"About Jack..." I paused, not continuing, and turned to walk towards the conference room door.

I didn't let Jack continue to follow up with the client.

I know he needs to learn and grow, instead of letting repeated failures erode all his confidence.

I called him into my office, neither scolding nor comforting him, but simply looking at him calmly: "Jack, how much do you know about the culture and business practices here?"

Jack hesitated for a moment, then stammered, "I...I don't really know. I've been focused on visiting clients."

I nodded and said calmly, "Your task now is not to chase clients, but to learn. Learn the culture here, learn the business etiquette, and understand the locals' preferences and habits. When you truly understand them, you'll find that doing business is actually quite simple."

I arranged a series of courses for Jack, including the local language, history, customs, and business negotiation skills.

I didn't put any pressure on him; I just told him to relax and focus on his studies.

Although Jack was somewhat puzzled, he still carried out my instructions diligently.

Other people in the company also found my arrangement somewhat strange.

They didn't understand why, at such a crucial time, I would have a manager who made a mistake learn things that seemed trivial.

However, they also saw the strong confidence in me, the kind of aura that made them choose to believe in me.

As time went by, Jack studied diligently every day, and the previous awkwardness and unease gradually faded from his face, replaced by a confident glow.

Two months later, Jack returned with a completely new look. His eyes were more determined, and his demeanor was more mature and composed.

I gave Jack a new task: to follow up with a new client he had never worked with before.

This time, Jack didn't disappoint me.

He used his knowledge and skills to successfully secure this large order.

When Jack placed the contract on my desk, the excitement and elation in his eyes filled me with genuine joy.

I gathered all the employees and held a small celebration party in the office.

Everyone raised their drinks, cheering happily and celebrating their victory.

The office was filled with a joyful atmosphere, and everyone's face was beaming with a happy smile.

The air was filled with the sweet aroma of popcorn and the sound of everyone laughing heartily.

Just as I was laughing and sharing my joy with my colleagues, Gong Lin walked up to me. He didn't say anything, but just looked at me quietly with gentle and doting eyes.

I could smell the faint scent of tobacco emanating from him, and feel a warmth emanating from his fingertips.

I turned my head, about to say something to him, when he suddenly raised his hand and gently stroked my hair, his movements soft and careful.

"Guess what I prepared for you?" Gong Lin's voice was deep and magnetic, yet it sounded exceptionally clear in the noisy office.

He had a mysterious smile on his face, which made me a little curious.

"What?" I looked at him with a smile, a hint of anticipation in my eyes.

Gong Lin did not answer directly, but instead took out an exquisite food box from behind her.

He opened the food box, and a rich aroma instantly filled the air.

Inside was a carefully prepared lunch, including my favorite steamed fish, a brightly colored vegetable salad, and even a delicate dessert.

"I made all of these myself. You must be hungry after working all morning," Gong Lin said gently.

My heart warmed, and a warm current surged through my heart.

I know that Gong Lin is also very busy with work, and he is also expanding the Gong family's overseas market, but he was willing to take the time to prepare lunch for me. I was very touched by his kindness.

I reached out and gently took his hand. The warmth of his palm warmed my fingertips, making me feel incredibly at ease.

"Thank you, Rin," I said softly, my voice tinged with emotion, my gaze softening as I looked at him.

The two of us were in the office, enjoying this rare and heartwarming moment.

My colleagues also stopped making noise, and everyone tacitly looked away, leaving the two of us alone.

The air was filled with the aroma of food, and the unspoken understanding between us.

Over the next few days, the company's business gradually got back on track.

Jack led his team to continuously expand their customer base, and the company's performance began to steadily improve.

However, I did not let my guard down. I knew that David would not give up easily and would do everything he could to hinder my progress.

While handling company affairs, I secretly kept an eye on David's movements.

I noticed his recent behavior was a bit unusual. "Looks like he's about to make his move." I put down the documents in my hand and looked out the window.

Just then, my phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number.

I answered the phone, and a sinister voice came through the receiver: "Ms. Miao, your good days are over. Next, I will make you pay the price."

I gave a cold laugh and hung up the phone. I knew David's conspiracy was about to unfold.

I immediately gathered the team members and held an emergency meeting in the conference room.

I shared David's latest developments with everyone and provided a detailed analysis of the actions he might take.

"We must be fully prepared and absolutely cannot let him succeed," I said firmly.

Everyone nodded in agreement, indicating that they would do their utmost to jointly address this crisis.

After the meeting, I stood alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in my office, looking at the brightly lit city outside, but a sense of unease welled up in my heart.

I know this is just the beginning, and even greater challenges await me.

"This time, I won't let you succeed again," I muttered to myself.

Just then, Gong Lin walked over, came to my side, and gently took my hand.

I turned my head to look at him, and from his eyes I sensed something unusual.

“Qingqing,” his voice was deep and powerful, with a hint of suppressed anger, “it seems he has finally lost his temper.”