Linda steadied herself and tried to make her voice sound calm: "Mr. Meng, are you referring to the designs you created?"
"Nonsense!" Meng Zihan roared, "If I didn't design it, did you? I told you to promote these clothes as the main items, so why are there no pieces left in the shop windows or on the shelves? Who gave you the audacity to take all my designs off the shelves?"
Linda looked at the woman in front of her who seemed to be going crazy and sighed quietly.
She took out a pre-prepared report from her briefcase.
"Mr. Meng, please don't be angry. The styles you designed are rather...unique, so they aren't well-received by the market. Of the twenty new products in the last batch, all but the five you designed have sold out. And those five designs you designed have only sold three pieces in two months combined."
She spread the report out on the table and pointed to the charts and data for Meng Zihan to see.
"Our new products this time have been priced 30% lower, but because of strong sales, the net profit in just half a month has already exceeded the total of the previous two months. Here is the detailed financial statement for your review."
Meng Zihan glanced at the reports, but couldn't understand them at all!
What did Linda mean by showing her the report?
Are they mocking her for knowing nothing?
Meng Zihan pushed all the reports to the ground.
"Don't show me that!" she glared at Linda. "I hired you to do things my way, not to make your own decisions! I opened this shop to lead fashion trends, not to make money selling these tasteless 'mass-market' items!"
She got angrier and angrier as she talked.
Linda's behavior is blatant betrayal and provocation.
How dare an employee question the boss's aesthetic sense and decisions!
Who gave her the guts!
Linda remained calm despite Meng Zihan's angry expression.
She was dealing with a complete novice who lived in a fantasy world and didn't understand business logic.
Further explanation is futile.
She picked up the report from the ground and said calmly, "Mr. Meng, we run a company, not your personal art gallery. For a company to survive, it needs to make a profit. Your so-called 'mass-produced goods' are currently supporting the few employees in the store, paying the expensive rent in Central, and bringing you real profits."
"As for your designs," Linda said bluntly, "no one will buy them. They'll just end up piling up in the warehouse and becoming a pile of worthless scrap fabric. Mr. Meng, doing business isn't about making things up. We need to survive first, establish ourselves, and then we can talk about leading trends."
"you……"
Meng Zihan was speechless for a long time after hearing Linda's words.
She pointed at Linda, stammered "you" for a long time, and then angrily shouted, "You're lecturing me? What right do you have to lecture me?"
“I’m not lecturing you, I’m just stating the facts,” Linda replied calmly. “If you insist on putting those unsold clothes on the shelves, fine. But you’ll have to bear all the losses that result, and the risk of the store going out of business. As a professional manager, I have an obligation to remind you of that.”
Meng Zihan was furious.
Is this Linda trying to rebel against heaven and seize power?
How dare they openly challenge her authority!
Okay, starting today, this store is either her or me, it's either her or me!
Enraged, Meng Zihan laughed coldly, pointed at the door, and roared, "Fine! Very well! Now, get out of here right now! You're fired!"
Upon hearing that she was being "fired," Linda's face remained completely expressionless; she even managed a slight smile.
The two shop assistants huddled in a corner, silent and barely breathing, wishing they could turn themselves into wallpaper.
Linda glanced at the two shop assistants, ignoring what Meng Zihan said, and simply looked down at the mess on the ground.
The report, which embodied the hard work of her and her colleagues, was being trampled under Meng Zihan's high heels.
She stopped talking, but squatted down and picked up the scattered papers one by one.
When he picked up Meng Zihan's foot, he politely said, "Ms. Meng, could you please lift your foot?"
Without realizing it, Meng Zihan subconsciously lifted her foot.
Linda picked up all the papers, stood up straight, brushed away the footprints and dust from the pages, and neatly stacked them again.
This almost dismissive attitude infuriated Meng Zihan more than any rebuttal.
She felt as if her fists had hit cotton; her anger had nowhere to go, and instead, it burned so badly that her internal organs ached.
Linda placed the completed report on the coffee table and pushed it in front of Meng Zihan.
“President Meng.” Her voice was calm and without any fluctuation, “I know you are not satisfied with me, but this restaurant is your hard work and everyone’s livelihood. I still hope you can take a look at this profit report. Every number on it represents that our efforts over the past two months have not been in vain.”
"Profit? Do you think I care about your little bit of money?" Meng Zihan was blinded by rage and screamed, "I said I don't want to see it! Linda, can't you understand human language? I'm telling you to get out! You're fired! Pack your bags and leave right now!"
Looking at her hysterical state, Linda finally realized that this person could not be reasoned with.
Her eyes turned cold, and her tone became businesslike.
"Mr. Meng, I'm sorry, but I must remind you that my employment contract was signed with Director Zhang. If you wish to dismiss me, please communicate with Director Zhang first so that the company can issue a formal termination letter. Until I receive formal notification, I will continue to perform my duties."
She nodded slightly and said, "If you have no other instructions, I'll head back to the company now. The design department still has a lot to do."
After saying that, she stopped looking at Meng Zihan, whose mouth was agape in astonishment, and turned to walk out of the store.
"You...you stop right there!" Meng Zihan trembled with rage, pointing at Linda's retreating figure and screaming, "You dare to leave! You've gone too far!"
However, Linda did not stop in her tracks. She pushed open the glass door, and her tall figure quickly disappeared into the street outside.
"Outrageous! Outrageous!"
Enraged, Meng Zihan grabbed a cushion from the sofa and smashed it hard on the floor.
She, Meng Zihan, the company's top executive, was so blatantly ignored by a subordinate!
Linda, you've got some nerve!
They even dare to use Director Zhang to pressure her?
Isn't it just about finding Director Zhang?
She refused to believe that Director Zhang, who doted on her so much, would embarrass her for the sake of an outsider.
She's determined to get rid of this arrogant woman today!
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