But I never expected that the booth they were assigned would be this bad.
The booth was behind a pillar; if she didn't have sharp eyesight, even the boss wouldn't have noticed its location.
"Mr. Yang, you've arrived."
The sales manager didn't dare to breathe when he saw her coming.
With such a terrible booth, it's no wonder Mr. Yang was angry.
To his surprise, Yang Qingheng remained unusually calm and strode over, asking, "Did you ask the person in charge about how the booth locations were allocated?"
"I asked, and they said it was a fair lottery. They had already drawn all the lots, and we didn't get one, so this one is ours," the sales manager said, his face turning red with anger. He wanted nothing more than to drag the person in charge of the lottery over and beat him up. He then poured out his grievances to Yang Qingheng, "I called back to the company and asked. No one came to our side to notify us of the lottery a few days ago. This person in charge is so careless."
They made such a big mistake, causing them to sit on the sidelines.
Just a few days ago, the manager was full of enthusiasm, vowing to make the company famous and to do everything in his power to help the company seize this opportunity to enter the overseas market.
This booth was like a bucket of cold water, no, ice water, which completely extinguished all his passion.
"I'm afraid it has nothing to do with carelessness." Yang Qingheng narrowed her eyes. She was afraid that they were being targeted by someone. The lottery was just a formality. If someone wanted to put them on the sidelines, they would have a hundred or a thousand ways to do so.
The manager was taken aback, but Sun Rong, who was standing to the side, did understand.
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