The factory managers in the port city have an amazing capacity for alcohol; they can drink baijiu (Chinese liquor) like it's water.

Meng Zihan could only raise one glass after another, her eyes glistening with tears, and say with a smile, "Factory Director, please help us. We will definitely cooperate with you for the long term."

When speaking at a dinner table, you have to be flattering and subtly convey your meaning.

Meng Zihan carried a small bag containing prepared gifts, which she quietly handed to the factory manager's car after the banquet.

She encountered a few shady men who tried to grope her, and she could only grit her teeth and endure it.

After much back and forth, one company finally relented and agreed to take the order at the highest price they could afford.

The price is still painful, but if I don't grit my teeth and agree, I can only watch helplessly as the contract falls apart.

She barely slept a wink on the day the goods arrived.

I worked alongside the workers moving goods, and my palms got blisters, but I didn't care.

Trucks drove one after another to the customer's warehouse, and she kept a close eye on the list to check it, afraid that there might be the slightest mistake.

I finally delivered the goods to the boss just before the deadline.

She let out a long sigh of relief the moment the customer signed the delivery receipt.

But before she could even catch her breath, the numbers on the accounts almost made her lose her balance.

This deal not only failed to generate profit, but actually resulted in a loss. Even after selling off the scrap metal Meng Xuejun had previously acquired overnight to cover the shortfall, he still ended up losing nearly five thousand yuan.

Five thousand yuan was almost a year's worth of food for an average family in Jiangcheng in the 1990s. For them, it was equivalent to a month's entire profit. All their hard work was for nothing, and they even lost money.

After delivering the goods, Meng Zihan sat at her desk, looking at the simple office in front of her, and a bold idea sprouted in her mind.

She wants to kick Meng Xuejun out of the company.

But Meng Xuejun would definitely not agree to kick her out directly, since this is his company. If she comes directly, Meng Xuejun might ask her for money, or he might kick her out instead.

She had finally seen a glimmer of hope for a better life, and she couldn't let this happen.

But what if it's like the previous life?

Meng Zihan tapped her fingers lightly on the table. She had to plan carefully for herself to ensure that everything went perfectly.