"Master Zhou, so... if we want to produce and deliver on time, doesn't that mean... we can only go to the black market and buy the batch of materials that Qiu Fengxian deliberately released?"
He rushed to his desk, picked up the abacus, and started striking it furiously, his face growing increasingly grim with each strike.
"No, Master Zhou!"
He slumped into the chair, his voice hoarse:
“I’ve done the calculations. Our ‘Guanghua’ series is already priced low, and we’re going for a low-profit, high-volume strategy. If we buy raw materials at three times the black market price, we won’t make a profit; we’ll actually lose money! This…this is like cutting off a piece of your own flesh to patch a wound, or drinking poison to quench your thirst!”
"But if we don't buy that batch of materials, the losses will be even greater, at least five times the initial investment, and we won't have the funds to produce subsequent new models..."
Zhang Guoqiang put down the abacus, feeling all his strength drained away, and asked in despair;
"What do we do now? Are we really going to be ripped off and buy those shoddy materials on the black market, letting that bastard Qiu Fengxian get away with it?"
The office fell into a deathly silence, with only the monotonous ticking of the wall clock, each second striking a chord in people's hearts.
In the midst of this suffocating despair, Zhou Qiqi, who had been silent all along, suddenly raised her head.
The heavy gloom in her eyes seemed to be pierced by a sharp spirit, her eyes shining brightly with a resolute determination.
She stood up abruptly, grabbed her handbag from the table, and said in a resolute voice:
"Why go to the black market?! Let's go straight to the Third Garment Factory!"
Zhang Guoqiang looked up in astonishment, completely unable to keep up with this leap in thought:
"Huh?! Going...going to the Third Garment Factory? What are you going there for? To see Qiu Fengxian?!"
Zhou Qiqi's lips curled into a cold, ruthless smile. Without explanation, she left only one sentence:
"Yes! Find him! Send him money!"
After saying that, she stopped looking at the stunned Zhang Guoqiang, turned around and strode out of the office.
Zhang Guoqiang was completely dumbfounded; his mind felt like it was filled with mush.
"Give...give money? Give money to Qiu Fengxian?!"
He couldn't understand Zhou Qiqi's intentions at all, but looking at her resolute back, a strange trust overcame his fear.
He gritted his teeth, grabbed his coat, and jogged after them.
If Master Zhou says we'll go, then we'll go!
They braved mountains of knives and seas of fire!
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