Rebirth with a Space to Counterattack and Abuse the Scumbag

The voice on the other end of the phone was hoarse and cold, as chilling as a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

I tried to stay calm and replied in a composed tone, "Playing tricks! If you have the guts, stand up straight!" After saying that, I hung up the phone immediately, not wanting to waste any more time with this rat hiding in the gutter.

Seeing my pale face, Gong Lin asked with concern, "Another harassing call?"

I nodded, tossed my phone aside, and rubbed my temples. "I wonder who it is that always likes to pull these kinds of tricks."

"Don't worry about it," Gong Lin said, taking my hand. "I've got everything under control." The warmth emanating from him reassured me a lot.

The plan to expand into other markets has been put on the agenda, but to be honest, I am not entirely confident.

The market environment in other places is complex, and there are unknowns such as logistics and local market rules, which makes me feel a lot of pressure.

Gong Lin seemed to sense my worry. He held my hand and said firmly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Over the next few days, Gong Lin used his network of contacts to help me connect with some partners in other regions, resolving logistics and some market access issues.

This relieved me and filled me with confidence for the future.

Everything seemed to be moving in a positive direction, but my gut feeling told me that things weren't that simple.

The afternoon before we were about to officially launch our out-of-town market plan, I received another mysterious phone call…

"Miao Qing, you want to expand your business to other places? Ha, I'm afraid it won't be that easy..."

The voice on the other end of the phone was deep and hoarse, with a hint of sarcasm.

I gripped my phone tightly and replied coldly, "Who exactly are you?"

The other person didn't answer my question, but continued, "You think you've really won? The real show is just beginning..."

beep beep...

The call was hung up.

I stood there dumbfounded, a chill running from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head.

Gong Lin walked over and, seeing my pale face, asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

I took a deep breath and told him what had happened on the phone.

Gong Lin's expression also turned serious. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "It seems that someone doesn't want us to enter the out-of-town market smoothly."

I nodded. "But who could they be?"

Gong Lin did not answer, but walked to the window and gazed intently at the distant sky.

After a long while, he turned around and said firmly, "No matter who it is, I will protect you."

The next morning, I received a package containing a market research report.

When I opened it, my expression immediately changed...

This report provides a detailed analysis of the current situation in other markets and points out some shortcomings of our products.

What shocked me even more was that at the end of the report, there was a sentence that read: "Give up, you can't succeed."

I suddenly looked up at Gong Lin, "This..."

Gong Lin took the report, carefully read through it, and frowned.

He put down the report, walked up to me, and said in a heavy tone, "It seems we underestimated our opponent's strength..."

He walked to his desk, picked up the phone, and dialed a number. "Help me find out the source of this report..."

He put down the phone, walked to the window, and gazed into the distance with a deep and complex look in his eyes.

“Qingqing,” he suddenly turned around, his tone serious, “we’re changing our plans…”

Gong Lin's suggestion was unexpected.

Instead of directly entering the mass market, they are focusing on high-end niche channels?

This is completely different from our original plan.

My heart was filled with doubt, but looking into Gong Lin's determined eyes, I chose to believe him.

"We should concentrate our superior resources to first establish brand awareness," Gong Lin explained. "We are not in a hurry to expand, but rather to target our efforts precisely and establish a high-end image."

I nodded and began to readjust my strategy.

We stood in front of a huge city map. Gong Lin used a pen to mark several high-end locations on the map, and then I picked up a red pen to connect the dots, forming a unique business layout pattern. We smiled at each other and said confidently, "This is our new battlefield."

We contacted several well-known local private clubs and high-end supermarkets, sending them the freshest strawberries and processed products such as strawberry jam and dried strawberries for tasting.

The consumer groups in these places are exactly the target customers we want to capture.

Over the next few days, Gong Lin and I spent almost every day on the phone, exchanging market feedback and adjusting product strategies.

He always gives me the most sincere advice and the strongest support at crucial moments.

"Don't worry, Qingqing, we will definitely succeed." His deep voice came through the phone to my ears, like a warm current flowing into my heart.

The feedback from high-end niche channels was even better than we expected.

The taste and quality of the fresh strawberries far surpass those of similar products in the local market, while the strawberry jam and dried strawberries have won much praise for their unique flavor and exquisite packaging.

"Looks like we made the right bet." I put down the phone, breathed a sigh of relief, and a long-lost smile appeared on my face.

The success of high-end niche channels is like a stone thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples that quickly spread throughout the market.

At first, we only received orders from a few high-end restaurants and private clubs. Later, chain supermarkets and fruit wholesalers also came to us, and orders poured in like snowflakes, almost knocking our phones off the hook.

I even had to temporarily recruit people to expand production, and Xiao Kong was constantly busy in the space to barely meet market demand.

A month has passed in the blink of an eye, and looking at the ever-increasing numbers in my account, I feel a little unreal.

In just one month, we not only gained a foothold in other markets, but also far exceeded our profit targets.

My brand, "Sweet Story," has gradually gained recognition in the local market, and some people have even started to imitate our packaging and marketing methods.

I leaned back in my chair, let out a long sigh, and felt a sense of accomplishment well up inside me.

Gong Lin walked over and placed a glass of hot milk in front of me. "You've worked hard," he said with a gentle smile. "Shall we celebrate tonight?"

I nodded, picked up my phone, and prepared to message my team members to tell them the good news.

Suddenly, my hand froze.

On the phone screen, a new text message was flashing; the sender was an unfamiliar number.

I opened the text message, and its contents instantly sent my excitement plummeting to rock bottom:

"Congratulations, Miao Qing, your success has surprised me greatly. However, the real show has only just begun..."

I suddenly looked up at Gong Lin...

He was standing behind me, his face terribly grim.

He reached for my phone, his eyes fixed on the text message, his thin lips pressed into a straight line.

The room was completely silent; the only sound was their breathing.

After a long silence, Gong Lin slowly spoke, his voice low and menacing, as if from hell, "Looks like someone's going to give us a 'gift'..." He gripped the phone tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white and making a cracking sound...

“Our success has affected the interests of some people,” Gong Lin said in a heavy tone. “They will not let us off easily.”

He told Miao Qing, "I think this mysterious person might be a competitor we had in some business competition. I need to look for clues from our past business dealings."

“No matter who’s behind this, we can’t let ourselves be led by the nose. We’ll expand production as planned while secretly investigating this mysterious person. I refuse to believe that our commercial success can be so easily destroyed,” I continued, picking up where Gong Lin left off.

In the following days, we strengthened security measures, increased patrols in the factory, warehouse and offices, and upgraded the monitoring equipment.

“I’ve come this far from nothing, and I won’t be defeated so easily. This mysterious person must be jealous of my success.”

I reduced my outings and tried to go between home and school as much as possible. Gong Lin arranged for someone to pick me up and drop me off, while Gong Lin temporarily took leave to visit family in the military and helped me with company matters.

However, just when we thought everything was foolproof, an accident still happened.

One evening, I was organizing documents in my study when I suddenly felt dizzy.

I gripped the table, trying to stay awake, but everything in front of me began to blur.

I vaguely heard someone calling me, but the voice grew fainter and fainter...

When I woke up again, I found myself lying in bed, with Gong Lin sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at me anxiously.

"You're finally awake!" He grabbed my hand, his voice filled with worry. "How are you feeling?"

I shook my head. "What...what's wrong with me?"

Gong Lin's expression became even more serious. "You fainted. The doctor said it was due to overwork and too much mental stress."

I rubbed my temples, trying to recall what happened before I fainted, but my mind was blank.

"Oh, right," I suddenly remembered that text message, "that mysterious person..."

A cold glint flashed in Gong Lin's eyes. "I will find out the truth."

Just then, my phone rang.

I picked it up and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.

I hesitated for a moment, then answered the phone.

“Miao Qing,” the voice on the other end of the phone was deep and hoarse, exactly the same tone as in the previous text message, “Do you think you’re safe just by hiding?”

My heart sank. "Who are you? What do you want?"

The other person didn't answer my question, but continued, "I know your secret..."

My breath hitched. "What secret?"

“I know your space…” The other person’s voice carried a hint of mockery, “I know the spirit stones in your space, they are very important things.”

My hand holding the phone trembled slightly. "Who...who are you?"

The other person chuckled softly, "Who I am is not important. What is important is that I know your secret, and you will soon lose everything..."

The call was hung up.

I sat blankly on the bed, a chill running from my feet to the top of my head.

Gong Lin pulled me into his arms and said firmly, "Don't be afraid, Qingqing, I will protect you."

However, his words did not reassure me; on the contrary, they made me even more uneasy.

Because I know they're right. My private space, my secrets—if exposed, it will have unimaginable consequences…

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Gong Lin got up to open the door, where his assistant stood holding a letter.

"Mr. Gong, this was just delivered by someone. They said it was for Miss Miao."

Gong Lin took the letter, his face instantly turning ashen.

He turned around abruptly, tore open the envelope, and pulled out the letter inside.

I saw that there was only one line of text on the letter, written in bright red ink:

"You can't escape..."

Miao Qing crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it on the ground, saying firmly, "I want to see who's behind this. I, Miao Qing, will never be intimidated by threats." Gong Lin clenched his fists beside him, his eyes resolute.