Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

Zheng Miaoying spat out a mouthful of water.

She hurriedly tidied the table, looking at Su Yu with considerable helplessness: "What were you thinking? Listen to how they usually only... don't hold back when they talk to you."

Su Yu: "..."

It's clear they have a special fondness for her.

Can I not have it?

Su Yu grinned resentfully at Zheng Miaoying, then asked, "Yingzi, do you think if I write a statement, could it help salvage my reputation?"

This is what she thought of when she overheard Zheng Miaoying and Reporter Qian talking.

Reporters can help, but they are outsiders after all. Su Yu felt that she could write from the perspective of someone on her own side, to write a true... oh no, or rather, a less true Lin Ting.

It only mentions that she brought orange gummies, but not that she threatened herself.

Write it like this!

Su Yu's mind raced, and she almost figured out a starting point.

"stop!"

Zheng Miaoying immediately called for a halt.

Su Yu exclaimed "Ah!" and looked at her blankly: "What's wrong?"

Zheng Miaoying pursed her lips, her voice unconsciously softening: "Um... Xiaoyu, you'd better not write articles anymore."

Su Yu frowned in confusion: "Why? I have some fame now, and I'm more convincing!"

“It’s precisely because you’re famous that…” Zheng Miaoying rubbed her hands nervously, “that’s why you’d better not get involved in this matter…”

Su Meiren's confusion deepened. She tilted her head, completely baffled as to why this was happening.

After her surgery, it was like her life had changed completely. Nothing went wrong with her. She met an editor who appreciated her and was willing to protect her, and she also met some wonderful readers.

Su Yu has had a smooth journey in her writing career.

Because it is smooth, it is simple.

She never even considered or imagined what would happen to her if Lin Ting really lost this time, given that she had written articles in support of her.

Zheng Miaoying had personally experienced several crises. Although she hadn't been involved much before, she could learn a lot just by watching from the sidelines. She had thought of this, which was why she didn't want to drag Su Yu into it.

“Xiaoyu, what if—I mean, what if—what if you really can’t salvage her reputation this time? Then writing articles to speak for her will cause you a lot of trouble.” Zheng Miaoying earnestly and patiently reasoned with Su Yu, “At that time, your readers will also boycott you.”

Su Yu paused for a moment, then waved her hand dismissively: "What's the big deal? Who can find me if I change my pen name?"

Zheng Miaoying: "..."

Zheng Miaoying: "...?"

Can you do this?

Su Yu chuckled foolishly, casually pulled a palm-sized notebook and pen from her pocket, and muttered to herself as she wrote:

"At worst, I can start over... It's not like I haven't started from scratch before... I can just sell books to support you guys... Hehehe, I'll have Tingting run errands for me every day to buy me orange gummies..."

Zheng Miaoying stared at her blankly for a while, then suddenly said, "Xiaoyu, I've discovered that you are a wise woman."

Indeed, what's so scary about it?

Two years ago, she and they were still scrambling to buy goods and setting up stalls at the Wu'ai Market.

Even if they are really knocked into the mud this time, they are still young, and they never lack the courage and ability to start over.

Su Zhizhe raised an eyebrow at Zheng Miaoying smugly and whispered, "I'll have my dad ask a colleague to help me change the name!"

"Hahaha, that's great!"

……

Deep city.

The meeting room was noisy and chaotic. Secondary distributors who had obtained goods from Yang Meiyun had gathered there, and they were all extremely anxious.

The seat of honor is still empty; Yang Meiyun has not yet arrived.

With no one to restrain them, their conversation grew louder and louder, so loud that the glass began to shake slightly.

The conference room door was pushed open without warning.

Yang Meiyun wore a bright red dress with a suit jacket draped over her shoulders. The clothes, which were not originally in the same style, blended perfectly on her, showcasing her unique poise.

The high heel landed lightly on the floor once, and the conference room fell silent instantly.

The dealers' anxious expressions vanished almost instantly. They stood up and looked at Yang Meiyun with increasingly clear eyes.

"Boss Yang is here."

“Thank you for your hard work…”

No one complained; their smiles were brighter than flowers.

Yang Meiyun glanced at them indifferently, didn't say anything, and went straight to sit down in the main seat.

She leaned back in her chair, her bright red nail polish brushing aside her alluring curls, and then gently tapped the table.

The distributors then sat down obediently, looking at Yang Meiyun and waiting for her to speak.

Yang Meiyun raised her eyelids slightly and said lazily, "Ten minutes ago, President Lin personally called and said that all goods sold within the past month can be returned unconditionally. You can handle it."

The dealers all swallowed hard.

They used to be small business owners operating independently. After the turmoil in Shenzhen, Yang Meiyun, with Lin Ting's help, swiftly integrated them and then gradually transformed them into secondary distributors.

Initially, many people complained – how could being a distributor be as easy and convenient as being your own boss? Distributors have to pay high commissions to sales staff according to company requirements, which directly increases costs.

They've been fighting openly and covertly for so many years, and those who have survived are no fools. No one can predict what methods Yang Meiyun will use to deal with the first to step forward, so they are hoping that a brave colleague will be the first to stand up.

The result was obvious: these old rivals were quite in sync, specifically in that they all thought of the same thing and were waiting for the other to come up with the same idea.

Several months passed, and none of them could hold out any longer. On the contrary, they found that they had more and more money in their pockets.

Well... a distributor it is then. We're in this business to make money.

There's a famous saying circulating in the company: "Don't be shameless, you'll earn even more."

Having run the business together for so long, they were used to following orders, which was both worry-free and profitable.

But today's order is for them to take money out of their pockets.

The distributors were extremely unwilling.

They were once again hoping—hoping that some disheartened colleague would stand up and protest.

The meeting room was as silent as a graveyard.

Yang Meiyun glanced at them, too lazy to wait for them to speak, and smiled coldly: "As long as the company exists, you can fill sacks with money to take home. If something happens to the company, how will you survive?"

Her voice wasn't loud, but her words pierced the hearts of everyone present.

"President Lin is doing serious business in Beijing. Anyone who dares to hold him back will be crippled."

tick-

Someone's cold sweat fell onto the table.

No one doubted Yang Meiyun's determination and ruthlessness; she would always do what she said.

Moreover, they estimated that although the guy who was particularly concerned about his bad reputation was not here, he was definitely ready to break someone's legs at any time.

They exchanged glances, both realizing that there was no room for negotiation on this decision, and they had to, and could only, obey orders, just as they had always done before.

Finally, someone couldn't bear the suffocating atmosphere in the meeting room any longer. After taking a deep breath, they stiffened their neck and spoke:

"Don't worry, Mr. Yang, we... will get through this together."

"Yeah……"

Everyone immediately nodded in agreement, as if afraid that if they nodded too slowly, their resolve would be questioned.

Yang Meiyun leaned back, her elbows resting lightly on the armrest. She looked at everyone once, and finally uttered two words:

"Meeting dismissed."