Rebirth with a Space to Counterattack and Abuse the Scumbag

A slight smile played on my lips as my gaze swept over the massive financial statements before me.

The numbers above are like dancing musical notes, composing a glorious chapter of my struggles over this period of time.

The company's profits have grown like a snowball, and every decimal point represents the sweat and wisdom I've put in.

But this is not enough, far from it.

I want much more than that.

My gaze travels through the floor-to-ceiling windows to the towering skyscrapers in the distance, like a beacon gazing into the future.

I felt a surge of passion coursing through my veins—a burning ambition to defy mediocrity and embrace challenges.

"Our next goal is to fully expand into overseas markets," I said firmly, my tone carrying an unwavering determination.

As soon as I finished speaking, the entire office erupted in excitement.

The employees put down their work, their faces beaming with excitement.

They looked at me with eyes full of admiration and expectation.

I know that I am not only fighting for myself, but also creating a better future for them.

A sudden, urgent phone call shattered the office's cheerful atmosphere.

I picked up the phone and pressed the answer button. A male voice with a heavy accent came from the receiver: "Ms. Miao, this is John. It's a pleasure to meet you."

John?

I quickly searched my mind for the name, and soon, a name that was well-known in the industry came to mind—he was a rising business tycoon with substantial funds and a powerful network of connections.

"Hello, Mr. John." I tried to keep my tone calm, but I already felt a little uneasy.

“I’m very interested in Miss Miao’s company. How about we find some time to have a proper talk?” John’s tone was full of probing, yet it also carried a hint of undeniable assertiveness.

I bit my lower lip tightly, my nails digging deep into my palm.

I know that a war without gunfire has begun.

John came on strong, clearly eyeing my market share, and might even want to acquire my company.

The atmosphere in the office froze instantly, as if all the air had been sucked out.

The employees were all silent, watching me nervously, waiting for my next instructions.

I took a deep breath and tried to stay calm, but my heart was pounding like a drum.

“Okay, I look forward to meeting Mr. John.” I hung up the phone, my tone firm, trying to hide my unease.

I walked to the window and looked down at the bustling city below.

The vehicles flowed endlessly, like a rushing river.

But I felt an unprecedented pressure, as if I were in the eye of a storm, and could be swept into the vortex at any moment.

Suddenly, my phone rang again. It was a message from Gong Lin: "I've arrived and am waiting for you downstairs." I looked at the message and felt a surge of warmth in my heart, but it was quickly replaced by a strange unease.

I grabbed my bag and hurried out of the office.

The elevator doors slowly opened, and Gong Lin was leaning against the elevator entrance. He was dressed in casual clothes, but still looked dashing.

I walked up to him, about to speak, when Gong Lin suddenly raised his hand, signaling me to be quiet.

His expression was solemn, his gaze deep, as if he had sensed something amiss.

I walked quickly to Gong Lin's side. He put his arm around my shoulder and whispered, "Something's not right. There's an unusual smell in the air."

I felt a chill run down my spine; his keen insight always amazed me.

I took a deep breath, trying to discern the unusual atmosphere in the air, but all I felt was oppression and unease, like the calm before a storm.

We walked out of the building side by side. The sunlight was dazzling, but it couldn't dispel the gloom in my heart.

As soon as I got on the bus, my phone rang again; it was an unfamiliar number.

I pressed the answer button, and an official-sounding voice came through: "Ms. Miao Qing, please check your email. There is an important document that you need to review."

After hanging up the phone, I immediately opened my email, and there was an email with a government logo right in front of me.

I clicked on the attachment, and a document about new policy adjustments in the local market came into view. My heart jumped into my throat instantly.

This new policy severely restricts my company's new business plans and has virtually killed my plans for overseas expansion.

I felt a chill run from the soles of my feet to the top of my head, and the documents in my hands became cold and heavy.

I stared intently at the document, beads of cold sweat forming on my forehead, my fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

"What's wrong?" Gong Lin's voice carried a hint of worry. He held my hand tightly, trying to convey a sense of warmth.

I handed him the document, and he quickly glanced through it, his expression turning serious.

“They’re trying to force us to withdraw,” he said coldly, a hint of anger in his voice.

The atmosphere inside the car froze instantly, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

I closed my eyes, trying to calm the anxiety in my heart.

I know that now is not the time to complain and wait; we must take the initiative and find a solution.

“We’re going to City Hall,” I said firmly.

We drove to the government office building, and along the way, my brain was racing, trying to figure out how to deal with the predicament we were facing.

Upon arriving at my destination, I took a deep breath, straightened my clothes, and then walked into the building without hesitation.

The receptionist was clearly surprised by my quick arrival, and a hint of astonishment appeared on her face.

I ignored them and instead requested a meeting with the official in charge of developing the new policy.

While waiting, I repeatedly considered my wording, striving to express my views in the most concise and powerful way.

Finally, I was led to a spacious office.

A middle-aged official sat behind his desk. He looked up and stared at me with a scrutinizing gaze.

I did not back down at all, but directly stated my views and put forward reasonable suggestions for policy adjustments.

Instead of complaining or shirking responsibility like other businesses, I displayed a unique approach, which made the atmosphere in the office somewhat delicate.

My voice was steady and powerful, every word filled with sincerity and determination.

“Miss Miao, your idea is very interesting.” The official looked at me. “But…”

He paused for a moment, his gaze deep and unfathomable. The office fell silent instantly, with only the sound of our breathing, heavy and almost suffocating.

He deliberately drew out his words, his tone carrying a hint of something unfathomable. My heart tightened; I knew the real contest had only just begun.

A faint aroma of tea filled the air, but it couldn't mask the tense atmosphere that was brewing in the office.

I held my breath, waiting for him to say something next.

"However, the policy was formulated after careful consideration and cannot be changed based on your one-sided statement," he said slowly, his tone still calm but carrying an undeniable authority.

My heart sank to the bottom, and my fingertips felt icy cold.

I took a deep breath and tried to keep myself calm.

I know now is not the time to give up; I need to use more reasons to persuade him.

“I understand your concerns, but there are also some unreasonable aspects to the new policy. If it can be adjusted slightly, it can not only better serve the local market, but also make a greater contribution to the local economic development.” I reiterated my point of view, my voice firm and resolute.

The official narrowed his eyes slightly, scrutinizing me carefully.

I know he's measuring my worth.

Time ticked by, and the air seemed to freeze.

Finally, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

“Ms. Miao, you are indeed very capable. Here’s what we’ll do: I can offer your company some policy incentives in certain areas, but you’ll still need to work hard on other aspects yourself.”

My heart skipped a beat, and an indescribable joy welled up inside me.

I tried to suppress my excitement and replied calmly, "Thank you. I will prove my ability with my actions."

Stepping out of the government office building, the sun was shining brightly, as if it were celebrating for me.

I clenched my fist excitedly, a confident smile spreading across my face.

I know that I have won a round in this war without gunfire.

I can't wait to tell everyone in the company this good news.

Back at the company, the entire office erupted in cheers and applause, creating an atmosphere of victory.

That evening, I was invited to a business cocktail party.

Gong Lin stayed by my side, like a guardian.

The banquet hall was brightly lit, bustling with people, and filled with the scents of perfume and alcohol.

I don't like these kinds of occasions, but for the sake of the company's development, I have to force myself to do it.

Amidst the clinking of glasses and the exchange of toasts, some competitors began to challenge me, their words laced with provocation and provocation.

Gong Lin stood by my side the whole time. His eyes were sharp, and he easily saw through the other party's tricks and cleverly resolved these awkward situations.

His presence makes me feel incredibly safe.

After the party, I leaned wearily against the car window and closed my eyes to rest.

Gong Lin held my hand and whispered, "Get some rest." His voice was gentle and magnetic.

"I need to adjust the company's business plan tomorrow," I said softly.

The next morning, I convened a meeting with the company's senior management to discuss the research and development and promotion plans for the new product.

I analyzed the specific details of the new policy item by item, and combined them with the local market conditions to propose a brand-new product series concept.

In the meeting room, everyone brainstormed and had a lively discussion. I felt a powerful force surging within me—the power of the team and the passion for working together.

After several days of intensive work, the new product series was finally developed.

I personally participated in every detail of the product, striving for perfection from design to production.

The new product incorporates local cultural elements, retaining the essence of our brand while integrating local characteristics, and has been warmly welcomed by the market since its launch.

On the day of the new product launch, I stood on the stage, watching the flashbulbs go off and the applause thunder, and I felt a great sense of accomplishment.

I clearly remember that before the press conference started, my palms were slightly sweaty and my heart was racing, but the moment I stepped onto the stage, all the tension disappeared, replaced by confidence and composure.

The spotlight shone on me, and I felt like a shining star, surrounded by a halo of glory.

The cheers and applause from the audience surged like a tide, enveloping me, and I felt a warm current flow through my whole body.

After the press conference, I received countless congratulations and praises, but I did not bask in the joy of success, because I knew that the challenges had only just begun.

John won't give up easily; he'll definitely try every means to stop me.

Sure enough, a few days later, I ran into John again at a business dinner.

He was still impeccably dressed in a suit and tie, with a fake smile on his face.

"Ms. Miao, congratulations, the new product is a great success." His tone sounded sincere, but I could sense the scheming behind his smile.

"Thank you," I replied calmly, meeting his gaze steadily.

“However, I heard…” he paused deliberately, a sly glint in his eyes, “that your new product has some quality issues.”

My heart tightened and a chill ran from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

I knew John's plot had begun...