Zhou Qiqi's voice was unusually angry.
"Stop with your hypocritical act! Do you really think that by laying this trap, you can crush our First Garment Factory? That you can drive Zhou Qiqi to the brink of ruin and leave her to your mercy?!"
Qiu Fengxian shrugged slightly, said nothing, but his tone was full of sarcasm.
"Hmph! You despicable scoundrel, aren't you getting a little too cocky?"
Zhou Qiqi gave a heavy snort, the mockery on her lips turning into a cold laugh.
"You think that just because you stole this batch of Australian wool, we're completely helpless? You think you can just sit back and count your ill-gotten gains? Dream on!"
Her eyes pierced Qiu Fengxian like knives, filled with a desperate, enraged resolve, as she almost gritted her teeth and said:
"Let me tell you the truth! Our 'Guanghua' series has more than one design! And we're not fixated on the one material you stole!"
She raised her chin slightly, her eyes revealing a sharp confidence, and she practically snorted the words out of her nose.
"The other option uses British camel wool, which isn't as rare as Australian wool! Once we finalize the design, we can order tons of the material! And all those imported accessories... we can reorder them all! Do you think you can buy them all? Who cares about your shady black market stuff?"
Qiu Fengxian, who had been leisurely watching the show with his arms crossed, suddenly narrowed his eyes when he heard "more than one design"!
His fingers, which were tapping the table, stopped abruptly, and his body unconsciously leaned forward slightly.
Zhou Qiqi's sudden "leak," especially her resentful and reckless words after being provoked, instantly replaced his smugness with a sense of unease.
No, this brat had a backup plan?
But being a seasoned veteran of the business world, his expression quickly changed, as if he had heard the funniest joke. He leaned back further, forcing a smile, and said:
"Why should I tell you about your First Garment Factory's plans? What, are you expecting me to applaud you?"
He tapped the table with his finger.
"Hmph, start over? You make it sound so easy! Just the design and pattern making alone would take so much time and effort. The raw materials, auxiliary materials, and production line would all have to be readjusted! By the time you've finished, it'll be too late!"
The more he spoke, the more confident he felt he had grasped the key point, and a hint of schadenfreude returned to his voice.
"And those orders you signed! Those wholesalers, those department stores! They only recognize the samples you sent! That imported Australian wool coat! Now you're changing the style and material at the last minute, that's a breach of contract! Just wait for them to tear up the contracts and make you bankrupt! I wonder if your little bit of contract fee is enough to fill this hole!"
Zhou Qiqi showed no sign of panic; instead, she flashed an extremely bright and somewhat arrogant smile. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating her, making her bright red double-faced wool coat seem to glow.
"No need for Director Qiu to worry about that!"
She abruptly withdrew her hand from the table, straightening her back as straight as a red plum blossom that would never bow its head in the wind and snow.
Those beautiful almond-shaped eyes were now burning with an almost arrogant confidence, a light that was astonishingly bright.
A cold, sharp smile played at the corners of her lips, and her voice was crisp and clear:
"As long as the design is good enough, I won't have to worry about it not selling! I know my own abilities. This little thing is no challenge for me!"
The arrogance in his tone was so strong it seemed to burst through the roof, as if he had everything under control.
This almost arrogant confidence stung Qiu Fengxian.
His face darkened, and he completely lost patience with the pretense, waving his hand dismissively.
"Alright, alright! Stop spouting nonsense! What does the fate of your First Garment Factory have to do with me, Qiu Fengxian? The door's over there, goodbye!"
"Director Zhang, let's go!"
Zhou Qiqi snorted coldly, gave Qiu Fengxian a final, fierce glare, and then turned away decisively.
Zhang Guoqiang was so impressed by Zhou Qiqi's aura that his heart was burning. He quickly followed, feeling that his master's back view at that moment was simply too cool!
But as soon as he stepped out of Qiu Fengxian's office, his heart pounded with anxiety. He wore a pained expression and whispered something to Zhou Qiqi...
"Hmph! How arrogant and ignorant!"
Qiu Fengxian was choked by Zhou Qiqi's arrogant declaration, his face turning ashen. He snorted heavily at the departing figures of the two.
He grabbed the enamel teacup on the table, wanting to smash it but not quite, and slammed it heavily on the table with a dull thud.
The office door slammed shut. He ran to the window, watching the two figures disappear into the distance, his fingernails digging into the glass as if he wanted to punch a hole in it. He muttered to himself:
"A backup plan, a backup plan! That brat is really clever! No, I can't let her have her way!"
He suddenly remembered something, grabbed the phone on his desk, and quickly dialed a number.
The phone rang for a long time before being answered, and a young man's hoarse and impatient voice came through:
"Hello? Who is it? Why are you nagging me in the middle of the day?"
"Brother Hong! It's me, it's Fengxian!"
Qiu Fengxian's voice immediately became extremely obsequious, and he unconsciously bent over, as if the person on the other end of the phone could see it.
"The matter I asked you to handle last time, the import of supplies... I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you again to pass on a message to the director and ask for another batch!"
An impatient shout came from the other end of the receiver, loud enough to be faintly heard several steps away.
Qiu Fengxian's back bent unconsciously as he nodded repeatedly into the microphone, as if the other person could see him.
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