Luo Zewen found the documents from previous years in a dusty folder, took them out carefully, glanced at them briefly, and nodded in satisfaction.

Looking up and seeing the woman was still there, he couldn't help but frown.

"Director Zhou, is there anything else?"

He didn't have much contact with Zhou Yue on a regular basis, but he knew that her brother was the head of the military arts troupe, and that the costumes for the troupe's performances had all been secured through her efforts. Therefore, he always turned a blind eye to her domineering behavior at the clothing factory, which led Zhou Yue to always think she was exceptionally capable and develop a self-centered personality.

Now that Jiang Yu has both ability and connections, Luo Zewen is increasingly dissatisfied with her way of doing things.

"It's nothing, I just came to see if there's anything I can help with."

Zhou Yue noticed the general manager's attitude and spoke frankly, as if she were concerned for the company's well-being.

"I'll call you if anything comes up. You can go back to your workstation now."

The man gave a professional, fake smile, his words clearly indicating he wanted her to leave quickly. Zhou Yue, having lost her excuse to linger, got up and headed for the door. As she prepared to open it, she seemed to remember something and couldn't help but ask:

"I heard that the leaders from the telecommunications bureau came to order work uniforms today. I happen to be designing uniforms recently, so would you like to take a look?"

Zhou Yue graduated from a formal fashion school and became a team leader as soon as she joined the company. However, her design style was rather old-fashioned, and the garment factory rarely produced her designs separately.

This resulted in her remaining in a lukewarm state at the company for many years, staying in the position of director for more than a decade.

"No need, the company has sent someone else. You can just focus on leading your department to complete the previous orders."

Luo Zewen knew what she was thinking; she was simply using this opportunity to stand out and compete for the director's position. If she had focused on studying fashion design over the years, she could have gotten the job based on seniority. It was just a pity that this woman didn't put her mind to anything and was always trying to be clever, which made everyone dislike her.

"Okay, I understand."

Zhou Yue calmly opened the door and left, but the moment the door closed, she trembled with anger. If she had contacted someone within the company, this matter would have spread by now.

But it wasn't until today that they said they sent someone else. If that woman just arrived, who else could it be?

Just then, the team leader came over with the order and began to report on his work after seeing her.

"Director, these are the production orders from the past two days. We need your signature."

"knew,"

She looked impatient, took the pen from the team leader, quickly signed her name, threw the pen to the ground, and then walked away without looking back.

The team leader, though furious, dared not speak out. He squatted down, picked up the pen, and silently left.

A moment later, Luo Zewen came out of his office, carrying a stack of documents, and knocked on Jiang Yu's office door. In the corner, Zhou Yue's assistant reported the matter to her.

"Mr. Jiang, this is the telecommunications bureau's clothing records from previous years. Please take a look."

He placed the documents next to the computer desk and saw Jiang Yu typing on the keyboard with practiced ease; at a glance, she was clearly a veteran.

He recognized the leader's appreciation and the woman's abilities. He always kept himself sufficiently quiet while she worked, afraid of disturbing her.

Upon hearing the voice, Jiang Yu looked up and nodded gently.

"Thank you for your help, General Manager Luo."

"Of course."

After telling Luo Zewen to give him any further instructions if he had any questions, he left the room from the office at the corner and quietly closed the door.

A short while later, there was another knock on the door. Jiang Yu was still diligently reviewing the documents, assuming Luo Zewen had something else to say, and replied without even looking up:

"Come in."

The people outside closed the door from the inside and were shocked when they saw her face. Wasn't this the woman who had tried to snatch her schoolbag at the department store during the Chinese New Year? Back then, she had Chief Zhang's wife, Li Xue, backing her up, and she was incredibly arrogant.

Now that she's in my hands, she's just unlucky.

"I really don't know what methods you used to get so many powerful people to speak up for you. I've heard that your man is just a lowly battalion commander in the army. He only has support because he is appreciated by his superiors."

But for you, a mere rural woman with no connections or education, to get into Qingyun Garment Factory is truly remarkable.

Zhou Yue mocked her for using improper means to get in here, glanced around the office, and was driven mad with jealousy.

She'd been here for over a decade, always with just one workstation. This woman, on the other hand, got her own office on her very first day. And her boss hadn't revealed it to anyone. Her identity was truly intriguing.

"It's you?"

Jiang Yu sensed something was wrong and looked up. Although she didn't have much of an impression of the person she had only met once, she would remember Zhou Yue's face in the shop that day for the rest of her life.

Seeing that she seemed to have ill intentions, Jiang Yu glanced at her work uniform and thought about how easily this woman moved around the company. It was as if she had figured something out.

"Are you an employee of Qingyun Garment Factory? No, to be precise, you're a junior manager here."

Seeing the woman's face turn red, he continued to guess:

"director?"

Jiang Yu confidently shared her guess. Although she had little memory for faces, she was quite adept at observing clothing.

Zhou Yue was furious at the woman's disdainful look. "Leader" is one thing, but why add "little"? And what's wrong with being a director? Everyone in the company treats her with utmost respect; what right does this woman have to look down on her?

"Who do you care who I am? Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you have General Manager Luo backing you up. No matter how capable he is, he's just a general manager. And this garment factory belongs to the Su family. Do you know the Su family? That's a family you'll never be worthy of knowing in your entire life."

Zhou Yue sneered, her expression twisted with malice as she stared at Jiang Yu. What was there to be proud of? In Su Yujing's eyes, she was nothing. She would just add some fabricated accusations and make this woman leave in a sorry state, then see how Luo Zewen would protect her.

"so what?"

Jiang Yu's expression was as calm as a growing magnolia, and she slowly opened her mouth, asking three words.

"So when Chairman Su comes back, you can expect to be fired. Dream on if you still want to be a director."

Zhou Yue's confident demeanor left Jiang Yu completely bewildered. What did this director have to do with her?

Suddenly remembering what she had overheard in the office, she couldn't help but sneer. This woman, it seems, sees her as a potential rival.

"I'm not interested in this so-called director you mentioned. If there's nothing else, please leave now. I need to work; I don't have time for this."

After saying that, Jiang Yu continued to flip through the documents in her hand. The appointment with the telecommunications bureau leader was fast approaching, and she didn't have time to waste with this woman.

"Not interested? What are you holding in your hand? You're only good enough to put on airs in front of General Manager Luo. To me, you're nothing."