“No! No!” Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, he lowered his head, not daring to look directly at his capricious boss. “I mean, they somehow got wind of Xia Xi’s dismissal, and everyone is demanding price increases, even Old Ye, who has been cooperating with us for nearly thirty years—”
“What about that old Ye?” Chen Qijun asked without much interest.
“He was the first to request a price adjustment.” Oh my! He should have known this position was not easy to sit in. On his second day at work, he had already caused big trouble. Would he be the shortest-lived business manager in Alon’s history?
“Old Ye has really gotten tired of living. Does he really think I can’t do without him?” Chen Qijun pressed his thin li
“If it weren’t for Xia Xi insisting on cooperating with him back then, I would have long wanted to avoid dealing with him. Replace him, replace him!”
“I’ve thought about it too, but Old Ye has quite an influence in the industry. Once we stop cooperating, it might trigger many manufacturers to follow suit. In that case…”
“Are you saying Old Ye is forcing my hand?” Chen Qijun asked coldly.
“I, I, I didn’t mean that,” he stammered nervously.
“I don’t believe Alon will collapse without those annoying old men,” Chen Qijun’s thin lips curved into a cold arc, “Replace them all, whoever talks back, replace them!”
“Uh, General Manager, this doesn’t seem right!”
“What’s not right? Do you have an opinion too?” he raised an eyebrow.
“No, no.”
“He doesn’t want to become the shortest-serving business manager,” “I will do as you instruct.” “Good that you understand,” Chen Qijun suddenly laughed, a laugh that made people uncomfortable. “This is why I promoted you!” “Yes, thank you for the promotion, General Manager.” “If you know what to do, go do it quickly! Don’t disturb me.” He waved his hand, “Go! Go!” “Yes.”
