Rebirth with a Space to Counterattack and Abuse the Scumbag

"Quality issue?" I raised an eyebrow, a cold smile playing on my lips.

This is such an old trick. Do you really think I'm a three-year-old?

I picked up my wine glass, gently swirling the red wine inside, my gaze sweeping over John's hypocritical face as if I were looking at a clown.

"Mr. John's information network is truly impressive."

He seemed quite pleased with my reaction, his grin widening and a fleeting hint of smugness in his eyes.

"I've only heard a little about it, but there's no smoke without fire, Miss Miao, you'd better be careful."

My inward sneer intensified, but I remained outwardly composed.

“Thank you for the reminder, Mr. John. I will keep that in mind.” I put down my glass, my gaze sharp as if trying to see right through him. “However, I prefer to let the facts speak for themselves.”

After I left the banquet, I immediately contacted the team.

I must find out the source of the rumors as soon as possible and come up with strong evidence to refute them.

A tense atmosphere permeated the company; everyone was on edge, fearing they might inadvertently fall into John's trap.

"He's driving us to a dead end!" a team member said angrily, slamming his fist on the table.

My gaze was firm, and my tone was icy. "John thinks he can defeat us with such underhanded tactics? He's delusional."

I clenched my fists tightly, my nails digging deep into my palms; the pain made me even more alert.

"We must fight back and let him know that we are not to be trifled with."

I led the team to begin gathering evidence and investigating the source of the rumors.

No detail was overlooked, and every clue was carefully analyzed.

My gaze is sharp, like a drawn sword, ready to cut through all the conspiracies and schemes.

However, things are far more complicated than imagined.

John not only spread rumors, but also began to drive down prices in the market, attempting to squeeze our company's products out of the market.

"Mr. Miao, if this continues, our profits will shrink significantly!" The team members looked at me with worry, their eyes filled with unease.

I narrowed my eyes slightly, a chill spreading through my heart.

"He's trying to force us into a price war, hoping we'll break down first." A cold smile crept onto my lips. "Unfortunately, he miscalculated."

I looked out the window; the dim streetlights swayed in the cold wind, casting dappled shadows.

"A price war? Does he think I'm afraid? I'm not only going to fight him, I'm going to make him lose everything." I turned to my team members, my tone firm and resolute: "Prepare for a counterattack! If he wants to play this game, we'll play along to the end!"

Just then, my phone rang abruptly, and an unfamiliar number appeared on the screen.

I answered the phone, and a slightly hoarse male voice came through the receiver, with a hint of amusement.

"Miss Miao, guess what will happen next?"

The voice on the other end of the phone made my heart skip a beat, and an ominous premonition arose spontaneously.

I suppressed my unease and replied coldly, "Are you just playing tricks? Don't you dare show your true face?"

"You'll find out soon enough," the other person said before hanging up.

The constant beeping sound was like a sharp needle, piercing my eardrums.

What happened next confirmed my premonition.

Some clients, influenced by the rumors, have begun to reduce their cooperation with us.

The number of orders decreased at a visible rate, and the once bustling office gradually became deserted.

Looking at the empty office, I felt a pang of disappointment.

The oppressive atmosphere, like an invisible net, tightly surrounded me.

I could sense that the team members' emotions were also affected; their faces were filled with anxiety and unease.

I took a deep breath and told myself I couldn't give up.

The more times like this, the more you need to stay calm.

I devoted all my energy to product development.

The lights in the research and development department were on all night.

I led the team to conduct experiments time and time again, and to improve the formula again and again.

My fingers flew across the keyboard, lines of code flashing before my eyes like dancing musical notes.

A faint smell of chemicals filled the air, stimulating my sense of smell.

I threw myself into my work, forgetting the time and my fatigue.

Gradually, a novel atmosphere spread throughout the R&D department.

We no longer pay attention to the rumors and gossip from the outside world, nor do we worry about the decrease in orders.

We have only one goal: to develop the best product.

I felt like I was back in my student days, and that thirst for knowledge and pursuit of success filled me with motivation.

"Mr. Miao, look!" The head of the R&D team excitedly handed me a report.

I took the report and examined it carefully.

The report shows that our newly developed product has significantly improved performance compared to previous versions, and the cost has also been effectively controlled.

I looked up at the tired but hopeful faces of my team members, and a confident smile appeared on my lips.

"Great, we succeeded."

Just then, the office door was pushed open, and Gong Lin walked in.

He looked worried, but when he saw me, he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"Are you alright?" He walked to my side and asked softly.

I nodded and handed him the report. "Look, we've made a new breakthrough."

Gong Lin took the report and carefully read through it.

His brows gradually relaxed, and a relieved smile appeared on his lips.

"I knew you could do it."

Suddenly, my phone rang again.

It was still that unfamiliar number.

I hesitated for a moment and answered the phone.

"Looks like you haven't given up yet." The voice on the other end of the phone still carried a hint of amusement.

I took a deep breath and replied firmly, "Of course, the game has only just begun..."

"The game has only just begun..." I repeated, a hint of sarcasm in my voice.

The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, then let out a soft chuckle and hung up.

I put down my phone, a strange excitement welling up inside me.

I know the real competition has only just begun.

The news of the successful development of the new product was like a bomb, instantly detonating the entire market.

I personally led the team to participate in major industry exhibitions to showcase our new products to customers.

The new product's performance far surpasses that of similar products on the market, and its price is also highly competitive, immediately attracting the attention of many customers.

The exhibition hall was bustling with people. I stood in front of the booth, explaining the features of the new products to customers.

The spotlight shone on me, and I felt like a shining star.

Customers started extending offers to me, and orders came in like snowflakes.

Looking at the endless stream of customers, a confident smile spread across my face.

“Mr. John,” I said with a hint of sarcasm, “long time no see. How’s business lately?”

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then John's voice came through gritted teeth: "Miao Qing, you..."

"What?" I interrupted him, my tone full of provocation. "I just wanted to ask, what do you think of my new product?"

“You…” John’s voice was filled with anger, but he couldn’t say anything.

I hung up the phone, a cold smile playing on my lips.

I know this is just the beginning.

I will not only reclaim the lost market, but I will also make John pay the price.

During this period, I worked until late at night almost every day.

Gong Lin silently stayed by my side, taking care of all sorts of trivial matters in my life.

He prepared dinner for me, massaged my sore shoulders, and even helped me organize my documents.

His thoughtfulness and care made me feel incredibly warm.

One evening, I was working late when Gong Lin came in with a cup of hot milk.

"You've worked hard," he said, handing me the milk and looking at me gently. "Get some rest."

I took the milk, took a sip, and a warm current flowed through my body.

I looked up at Gong Lin, my eyes filled with emotion.

"Thank you, Miya Rin."

Gong Lin smiled and reached out to stroke my hair. "Silly girl, why are you thanking me?"

I leaned on his shoulder, feeling his warmth, and my heart was filled with happiness.

I know that no matter how many challenges lie ahead, I am no longer afraid, because I know that he is behind me.

Just as I was immersed in happiness, my phone suddenly rang.

I picked up my phone and saw an unfamiliar number displayed on the screen.

I hesitated for a moment and answered the phone.

“Ms. Miao,” a strange male voice came from the other end of the phone, “I’d like to discuss a deal with you…”

I put down the phone, a cold smile curling at the corner of my lips.

Want to talk business with me?

It seems John has reached a dead end.

I got up and walked to the window, looking down at the brightly lit city, a surge of pride and ambition welled up in my heart.

John, do you think you can defeat me like this?

You are so naive.

The next morning, I held a press conference.

At the press conference, I presented a series of evidence proving that John had spread rumors and engaged in malicious competition.

The evidence is irrefutable.

John's plot was exposed, and his reputation plummeted.

Flashbulbs went off incessantly as reporters rushed to ask me questions.

I answered their questions calmly, each word firm and each glance full of confidence.

I felt like a triumphant general returning home, basking in the glory of victory.

After the press conference ended, my phone was bombarded with calls.

My colleagues called to congratulate and praise me.

I responded to their blessings one by one, my heart filled with joy.

I know I've won. I've not only won this business war, but I've also earned everyone's respect.

At the celebration banquet, champagne bubbles danced in the glasses, and cheerful music echoed in the air.

I stood in the center of the crowd, feeling the atmosphere of glory, and my heart was filled with pride.

Gong Lin stood beside me, and I gently leaned on his shoulder, feeling his warmth, my heart filled with happiness.

However, some unstable factors still exist in the market, and I must remain vigilant at all times to meet future challenges.