Meng Xuejun regretted it as soon as he said it.

He recently discovered that Meng Zihan is a very extreme person, prone to yelling and shouting, which is very disturbing.

If she finds out there's something wrong with the company, who knows what kind of trouble she'll cause.

But the words have already been spoken and cannot be taken back.

"Zihan," he looked up, trying to ease the tension, "don't get too agitated, what I mean is—"

Before he could finish speaking, Meng Zihan suddenly stood up, the chair leg screeching sharply on the floor, making Meng Xuejun's ears hurt.

Meng Zihan's voice was even higher and shriller, almost cracking: "Should I not get too excited?"

"Then tell me! What do you mean by 'the company is not legitimate'?"

"You've shown me the business license! The founder matches up! We did do import trade before! I've checked with the Administration for Industry and Commerce! It's all true!"

"What do you mean by telling me it's not legitimate? Are you playing me for a fool?! Or are you lying to me?!"

After Meng Zihan finished speaking, she felt that this was very likely.

In order to shirk responsibility, Meng Xuejun deliberately lied to her, saying that the company was not legitimate, so that she would give up the idea of ​​reform!

That must be it!

Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to figure out what was wrong with it!

Her aggressive questioning made Meng Xuejun lower his head, but he refused to say another word.

Seeing his expression, Meng Zihan became even angrier.

She kicked the chair behind her hard: "Say something!"

Meng Xuejun remained silent.

Enraged, Meng Zihan stepped forward, staring intently at Meng Xuejun, her chest heaving violently.

I let out all the pent-up frustration and anger I've accumulated over the past few months.

"You tricked me into coming to this port city, and I haven't been able to eat or sleep properly. I've been running around doing business until my legs are about to break, and now you're telling me this isn't a legitimate company? What kind of person do you take me for?!"

"Speak! Speak up!"

Meng Xuejun was so enraged by her barrage of questions that he couldn't hold back any longer. He was already feeling frustrated.

He slammed his hand on the table, causing the cigarette ash on it to fall and scatter all over the floor.

"Stop spouting nonsense!" Meng Xuejun pointed at her with a trembling finger. "When you first heard I had a company in Hong Kong, didn't you insist on coming with me? Did I stop you? Now that something's happened, you only know how to blame me!"

"Where did I lie to you? Having a business license only proves the company is legally established, but that doesn't mean we can do big business! Do you understand?!"

"I don't understand? If I don't understand, do you?" Meng Zihan retorted directly, "If you understood, would you have let the company lose money like this?"

"What do you know! You're just a kid who hasn't even grown his first hair yet, and you think you're something special after doing a few business deals!"

Meng Xuejun also shouted, his face turning bright red.

"Do you know what conditions are required to do foreign trade? You need a foreign trade operating license! We don't have that at all! And many products require special qualifications and permits, which we have none of! You think you can go anywhere with just a worthless license? Dream on!"

Operating rights? Qualifications?

Meng Zihan was stunned.

There are other things like this?

Seeing that Meng Zihan remained silent, Meng Xuejun suddenly felt more confident.

He shouted even louder, "Do you know what? Since my company was established, we've hardly ever had a proper contract. Most of our business is cash on delivery! It's all cash transactions!"

"Those bidding companies you mentioned, we don't even meet the basic requirements. As soon as we submit our bids, people will see our qualifications and think we're a shell company. Who would be willing to entrust us with a business worth hundreds of thousands or millions of dollars?!"

He grew increasingly agitated, his voice trembling, veins bulging on his forehead: "We're just a small, run-down workshop. You insist on comparing us to those big companies? Can you even compete?"

"You're just too ambitious and can't face reality, that's why you keep failing!"

Before she could finish speaking, Meng Zihan was already trembling with anger. Her hands were clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms until they turned white.

Meng Zihan's voice trembled with anger: "Failure? Am I the one who failed, or are you the one who failed?!"

"If it weren't for me keeping the business afloat, this company would have gone bankrupt long ago!" she roared, tears welling in her eyes. "It's you! You're always holed up in this room smoking and playing cards, and when you lose money, you blame it on my arrogance?! Have you lost all your conscience?!"

"I don't want to talk to you about that right now! Let's just talk about this shipment! What are we going to do? We can't get the payment back, and we're losing money again this month! We're losing money every single month! How are we supposed to keep doing business?!"

Meng Xuejun wiped his face, forcing himself to sound confident, and said in a firm voice, "How did you lose money? Weren't we making profits in the past few months?"

"Make money?" Meng Zihan laughed suddenly, tears welling up in her eyes. "Yes, you make money! But after paying the rent, you only have a few hundred yuan left, and you use that to gamble! Now you're drowning in debt, and you call that making money?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she slammed the ledger on the table, making the old wooden table tremble.

The ledger pages rustled open, and the red debt figures on them pierced my eyes like needles.

Meng Xuejun, embarrassed by her outburst, stiffened his neck and raised his voice: "Isn't that because you're being too clever for your own good? You send money to your aunt every month! Wouldn't it be better to keep those few thousand yuan? Why do you have to be such a sucker!"

"Is that what you call sending money?!" Meng Zihan was trembling all over, her chest heaving violently, her voice hoarse and shrill. "That's paying back money! It's paying off a debt! Don't you understand?!"

Frustrated, Meng Xuejun stubbed out his cigarette and yelled back, frowning, "Didn't I tell you you don't need to pay me back? What can I do if you won't listen to me!"

"Fine, very well!" Meng Zihan sneered. "Alright, since you're so capable, then tell me! What are we going to do with this guy now? I'll listen to you this time, so you'd better come up with a plan!"

"You've been urging me to place the order every day, saying it's a huge opportunity. Now the order is placed, but you haven't signed the contract! What are we going to do with such a large order? Tell me! Are we just going to let it sit in our hands and become a burden?!"

Driven to desperation, Meng Xuejun frantically scratched his head, his voice hoarse: "Or...or you could go and tell the factory we don't want it anymore. We only ordered it a few days ago, they might not have even started production yet!"

"You make it sound so easy!" Meng Zihan strode up to him, gritting her teeth. "Go! Go to the factory and tell him yourself!"

Meng Xuejun sneered: "Didn't you tell me not to worry about the procurement? Now that there's a problem, you want me to step in? No way! You solve it yourself!"

“You—” Meng Zihan’s chest heaved violently, her eyes filled with utter despair and rage.

The smell of gunpowder in the room reached its peak, as if it were about to explode at any moment.

Meng Zihan stared at Meng Xuejun's face, feeling the flames in her heart burning brighter and brighter, almost threatening to engulf her entirely.

She had suppressed it for too long, endured it for too long.

She gritted her teeth inwardly: This can't go on any longer.

Once this matter is resolved, she will definitely deal with Meng Xuejun!

This person is not only a burden to her, but also has no sense of responsibility. If things continue like this, he will destroy the company sooner or later.