Please make money.

Alia spread her hands and said, "This is no different from a recall. We just collect a few more units and replace them with new ones for those consumers. They are all things they need to use."

"Tsk, Xiaoya, business isn't that idealistic."

The uncle cleared his throat and prepared to teach his silly niece a lesson on how to make money.

"What about the consumer's money? He——"

"It seems that uncle doesn't agree. Forget it." Alia interrupted the spell on the spot.

"……never mind?"

"Well, three... I've thought about it. If uncle disagrees, then we'll hold a shareholders' meeting and vote."

"No, why are we holding a shareholders' meeting now?" The uncle was a little confused: "It's just a small matter!"

"This is not a trivial matter. When there is a problem with a product that is being sold or produced, everyone has the right to know according to the procedures."

"I—No, the process is the process, and doing things is doing things. It shouldn't be that serious! It shouldn't be that serious…"

What a joke, the shareholders' meeting is held to criticize me, right? If the consumer electronics department has problems, who else should take the blame if not me, the manager?

"Uncle, since you don't deal with it and don't hold a meeting with others to decide how to deal with it, what are you going to do?"

Ailia stood up angrily: "If you don't care, then forget it, I'll go find Uncle San, really..."

If you hold this shareholders' meeting in order to transfer the shares to me, I would definitely be happy to do it. But you hold this meeting just to slap me in the face, am I stupid?

The uncle shook the documents in his hand irritably and subconsciously looked towards his think tank.

…Forget it, he’s still shaking now, even more than the document, what’s wrong with him? Who poked his lungs?

"Well," the uncle thought for a moment, "Recall him, okay..."

"Really?" Alia's eyes lit up and she was immediately surprised.

"Sure, but someone has to take care of the handover with the management department, after-sales department, etc., right? Xiaoya, you are an adult now, it's time to exercise."

Handover to various departments (×)

The second generation of parachuted in is self-righteous and adds to everyone's workload (√)

"Practice." Alia scratched her face. "Isn't this a bad idea? I don't think I have any experience."

"It's okay. People learn little by little. Let me write you a note. You can go to Mr. Liu. He's in charge of household appliances."

"Oh, okay...but what identity should I use?" Alia looked innocent.

The uncle sneered in his heart, status? What status can I give you? I'm stupid to give you a position of power. It's like throwing meat buns at a dog.

"You are the major shareholder of the group. What status do you need? Just tell him that, and he will definitely listen to you!"

"Is that so..." Alia nodded with satisfaction.

That’s great! In this way, I don’t have to rush to expose my part-time job as a customer service representative, and I can return to my position as the Dragon King right away.

For a moment, the two foxes, one old and one young, smiled with great satisfaction.

A world where only Assistant Pang and Young Master Jing were injured has been achieved!

022-Interesting family and interesting colleagues are 『Black Tiger Afu 8/16

“…Is that it?”

Lei Fan looked at the document in his hand in disbelief. Ai Ruhu's signature looked like a worm with fangs and claws.

But ugly as it was, the recall plan was indeed agreed to. Alia just went to her uncle's house for a meal and got the matter done?

No, when did your Ai family become such a loving family?

"Hey, it's no big deal." Alia held a cup of iced lemon tea and said, "Just find the pulse point, don't talk about Dao Le's matter."

When talking to Ai Ruhu, don't talk about interests, but talk about his face.

If you tell him that this thing will cause endless troubles, he won't care because he is a fool.

But if you tell him about this, it will embarrass you, Mr. Ai. Everyone can see it and will laugh at you secretly.

Then he thought it would be better to deal with this matter first - the equity issue has not been settled yet, would he be willing to embarrass himself for a second time at the shareholders' meeting?

Also because of the equity issue, he did not dare to target Alia, after all, the old lady was the bad guy.

Come to think of it, I forgot to greet the old lady...

Ailia skillfully took out her cell phone and sent a picture to the old lady, snapping a picture while facing the iced lemon tea.

"Juejuezi Iced Lemon Tea is really amazing. I hope it won't be taken off the shelves even after summer is over. By the way, can you please turn the group cafeteria into a milk tea shop?"

If you scroll up, you can see similar copywriting, which can basically be regarded as the daily bombardment density of a sophisticated girl's space.

"Avocado milk tea, freshly whipped avocado milk, super dense, take a sip of the milk and then take a deep sip of the milk tea, absolutely delicious! "

"Qilan milk tea, with the rich aroma of orchid, strong tea aroma and milk aroma, and oolong tea jelly, you will never get tired of it! "

"Big Orange Fruit Tea, if you love fruit tea, choose this. Fresh sweet oranges, sweet and sour lemon slices, paired with smooth tea jelly, it's the taste of summer! "

At first, the old lady sent a few voice messages to scold her, probably because her meditation was disturbed by this useless granddaughter.

Later I got used to it - or maybe I just ignored it. No matter how many messages Alia sent, they would fall into the sea.

The only thing worth appreciating is that even so, the old lady did not block or delete Alia’s friends.

Alia was really touched. Woohoo, grandma cares about me...

So I'll give the old lady my super delicious recipe for pearl milk tea with pearls but no milk or tea later. I hope she likes it.

Sipping her iced lemon tea, Alia turned off her phone with a happy look on her face. If you didn't know her, you would think she had encountered something happy.

"So, what is Miss going to do next in her negotiations with Mr. Liu?"

Lei Fan handed the document back, looked around, and lowered his voice and said, "Although Mr. Liu has not clearly stated who his man is, everyone knows that he was promoted by Chairman Ai Ruhu. If he is in terms of execution... Miss, do you need me to help you with these things?"

"Boss Liu?" Alia stared at Kazilan's big eyes and looked at Lei Fan: "Why should I care about him? Is he responsible for shipping or after-sales?"

"This... So you mean to find Manager Chen?"

“Who is actually in charge of the departments that do the work?”

"Manager Chen."

"That's him then—I want someone else."

"Who?"

"My uncle's driver, can you think of a way to poach him?"

"Driver?" Lei Fan's eyes changed: "Miss, not at all, this kind of thing is inappropriate!"

He was afraid that Alia would want to engage in some business war that was not so logical but based on physics. Although it would be satisfying, it would cause endless troubles.

The most physical way of conducting business war is to have a car accident. Whether it is a dump truck creating a different world or directly colliding with a dump truck, both are "legal" means.

"What's inappropriate?" Alia looked aggrieved: "What are you thinking?!"

"I just--"

"Do you think I would like a driver? I like sweet and soft girls - I just think taking the bus is too tiring, and I also want a car. He drives very steadily!"

"So that's how it is." Lei Fan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that. It turned out that he had been thinking wrong.

That's right, the young lady should indeed be equipped with a car and a driver, and the expenses in this regard can be paid by the financial insurance department.

...But it seems like I deliberately forgot some terrible content just now, is that right?

Lei Fan picked up the silk stocking milk tea and took a sip. His eyes were dull and he was thinking hard about what car to buy for the young lady.

Rolls-Royce or Maybach... If Mr. Ai were still alive, it would be the old Red Flag... Haha... The weather is so nice...

Not far away, a young lady from the secretarial department, biting her handkerchief, hid behind a pillar and looked at Lei Fan and Alia with gritted teeth.

"This little bastard, where did this intern come from? She actually managed to attract Mr. Lei..."

A young and promising executive with the style of a domineering president, a beautiful young intern, the company's cafeteria, and the neon lights and thousands of lights outside the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

What a beautiful scenery! You can just take a picture of it and use it as a promotional cover poster for a melodramatic workplace drama.

She took a deep breath. It didn’t matter. She still had a chance. Mr. Lei was so arrogant. He was definitely confused for the moment and would not give the other party a chance.

In her sight, Lei Fan stood up and picked up the dinner plate: "That's it, if you want a car, tell me what kind of car you like, and I'll have someone arrange it tomorrow."

"Okay, go ahead and get busy." Alia took out her cell phone and continued to send diary messages to her beloved grandma. She thought the lemon slices in the iced lemon tea were also quite delicious.

Although it might be a bit too enthusiastic of me to send messages to grandma whenever I remembered, but who can blame me for being a good and filial granddaughter, right?

It was only because the old lady was far away, otherwise Alia really intended to hang around her whenever she had time, and even get some free food and drinks...

The old lady hates her, but she is her granddaughter after all. Hasn’t the old lady’s assistant also had to call her Miss?

She was prepared to be as annoying as possible when the time came - well, to get intimate with those guys. The more they ordered them around, the closer the relationship would be. That's how favors were earned.

"Remain rested." Lei Fan looked at Alia and couldn't help but comfort her, "Don't be too anxious about some things. If you don't take good care of yourself, your wife will be distressed."

"Oh..." Alia nodded perfunctorily, seeming not to be listening at all.

As for the secretary, she was so shocked by the news that "it has developed to the point of giving the little girl a car" that she missed a single word.

If I don't take good care of myself...I'll feel bad...wuwuwu...

Mr. Lei! You feel sorry for her, but I am the only one who feels sorry for you!

Mr. Lei, you are so gentle that I cry to death...

No, we must get Mr. Lei back!

The secretary clenched her fists and cheered herself up. The battle to save Mr. Lei starts now!

"Good sister, you have been peeking at me for a long time, and now you are standing here in a daze again, what's wrong?"

A voice came from beside her. The secretary turned around in surprise, then suddenly turned her head to look at the dining table near the floor-to-ceiling glass window.

The person is gone - beside me - when did it happen?!

"ah--------"

023-Fireworks of Thousands of Families

No one knew what happened that night when everyone was still working overtime for the group's affordable dinner and free midnight snack priced at 25 yuan.

There is a less sad young lady in the secretarial department. Wipe away your tears, tomorrow is another day worth striving for.

Mr. Lei from the financial insurance department is still working tirelessly, burning the midnight oil, with only work and gratitude in his mind, and a stack of detailed trust fund management documents at hand.

The old lady's assistant deleted those annoying messages expressionlessly, wishing she could punch someone in the face, but she also silently took note of the iced lemon tea in the cafeteria.

Uncle and Assistant Pang were drinking tea and chatting, while Young Master Jing was hiding in his room, playing games and venting his anger on his teammates, while Aunt accompanied Xiao An to watch the Masked Sentai special effects in the evening.

Everyone has their own life and tomorrow. The moon is high in the sky, but the sun will rise as usual tomorrow.

A young girl hummed a song, took off her shoes and sat on the edge of the signboard at the top of the group building, shaking her little feet. This place was inaccessible even with a ladder.

No one could see her here because it was too high. The group building with more than 50 floors was more than 200 meters high. It looked like a mountain during the day and seemed to be in the clouds at night.

"What a beautiful world..." She felt the cold night breeze, squinted her eyes and looked at the lights of thousands of houses comfortably: "So why not enjoy life?"

After that, she raised the pearl milk tea in her hand and said, "Cheers——"

……

……

A new day, the sun rises as usual.

The birds are chirping. Good morning, good morning. Why are you wearing your work clothes and carrying your backpack at around six o'clock?

Of course it’s for waking up early for the commute, Tieme—you don’t have to go to work!

Sunika rubbed her eyes and listened to the voice calling her to have breakfast, looking confused.

She didn't have to go to work, but she was still woken up early in the morning, and it was her mother who woke her up.

As a UP host, and a not-so-popular UP host, Sunika's life cannot be said to be well-organized. It can basically be said that she is just eating and waiting to die.

Normally, she would get up around ten or eleven in the afternoon, wash up depending on her mood, and eat a takeout meal to get enough coupons to eat with breakfast and lunch.

I slack off in the afternoon and shoot some video footage, or check my phone and see that it’s already four or five in the afternoon, and pretend that I have worked hard all day.